Re: Syn/Will
The reality of this moment was so much better than the fantasy ever had been. Will's thick cock stretched him out perfectly, giving him the precise right mix of pleasure and pain as he began to slowly thrust in and out of him, those hips moving like sin incarnate, making his body tremble, his pulse race, his toes curl, and his voice come out in a symphony of deep moans and whimpers.
The invitation to be a more active participant came as a bit of a surprise. No one had ever really cared too much about what Syn wanted, what he needed. It was more about getting what they wanted, what they needed, and being done. It took Syn a moment to actually respond to what Will had said, but there was no stopping it once it began.
One great thing about being so thin and small was that he was also quite agile. So with one foot still on the floor, the other knee on the chair, Syn managed to push himself up and twist his upper body around to where he could, with an arm hooked around his neck to pull him to him, crush his lips against Will's own with a moan. At the same time, he managed to find the coordination to grind and rock his hips against Will's thrusts, making him whimper, making him moan, making his entire body shudder with pleasure.