Will shifted, pressing himself against the boy's opening and rubbing up against the warmth there, before changing the angle and pushing inside, groaning himself at the sudden tightness around his cock, fingers gripping the boy's hips, nails leaving half-moon dents in Meredith's flesh.
He groaned low in his throat, sinking in slowly, head craned back, until he was as deep as he could be, and then rocked back and in again, moaning again.