Will groaned, kissing the boy back harder, fingers fumbling over the fastenings of the young man's trousers and at last managing to open them. He smirked, pleased with himself, as he pushed the fabric down, his hand moving to rub against the other's cock, before closing his palm around it.
The young man was attractive, with bright eyes and that uncertainly arrogant expression. He knew what he was doing, where, and he knew that the man he'd chosen was as rough and lower-class as they came- yet he was still handing himself over to him, and Will could see that the young man wasn't certain how things were to go. And Will liked that, the fact that he had power over the snobbish rich kid.