Re: Syn/Will
Not yet? Those were the most horrid words he had ever heard! It was all Syn could do not to groan out in protest, though when he was rewarded with further explanation, he felt anything but complainant. His eyes fluttered closed at not only the words but the feel of those lips as they began to slowly trail their way down his form. This wasn't happening. This could not be happening. He had fallen asleep before time for them all to go out tonight and he was having the most wonderful dream he'd perhaps ever had. That was the only explanation for it.
If it was Will's goal to make Syn tingle from head to toe, to make him whimper and moan out more loudly than the other mad had ever seen anyone else do, he certainly accomplished it. This was enough to make his toes curl, to make him nearly lose his ability to stand, to make him grasp onto Will's shoulders to keep him steady as his doe-like eyes stared down at the utter man with sheer and utter fascination.
"Oh, Will..." he managed to get out, his stomach sucking itself in sharply as he inhaled and then exhaled another loud moan. Fingers clutched at the other man, his shoulders, one venturing up momentarily to entangle in his hair. "Oh, god. Oh, I... You..." He whimpered. He wasn't able to grasp a coherent thought long enough to verbalize it.