Re: Syn/Will
Syn was beautiful. Feeling the sticky heat cover their stomachs and chests between them, and feeling that sweet ass clench and drink him all in Will was lost. It was two more thrusts and he was spilled inside of him, spurting the last of his orgasm within Syn after a few moments of delirium. His grip on the other man was almost vice-like, his throat hurt from the guttural cries of pleasure and ecstacy. The moment he was done he relaxed over Syn, panting softly and whimpering as his heart hammered in his chest. “Fuck,” he breathed.