Every single word that Syn was saying gave Will a bigger purpose, to stroke inside Syn and give him everything he wanted. No it may not be deeper but it meant more this way, kissing his neck and touching his skin and creating a deep heat between them. With dragging lips over skin Will was burning up, slick sheen on his body as he rocked against him, sliding within him. He wasn’t going to last long at this at all. With a few more shuddering thrusts Will knew he was going to lose it.
“Fuck, Syn...” he breathed, feeling every limb tingle. Forcing his eyes open he stared into Syn’s eyes, glittering as he wanted to see the other man come. “Please... come for me... come for me, Syn...” He sounded desperate, needy almost as he gripped hold of Syn’s hair. “