Troy had wrapped Will up but in the process left Will's right hand free. The hand traveled down toward the Native's crotch and started rubbing Troy's bulge from outside his jeans. Jesus, he was fucking rock hand, almost seemed like that should hurt. Everything Troy did was hardcore... he knew that better than anyone.
After a few seconds of giving Troy what he wanted, Will's hand moved to the sensitive spot on Torrent's hip and began to forcefully tickle. As soon as Troy's body spasmed like it always did Will took the advantage and pushed Troy on to his back. Not satisfied with pinning Troy, Will quickly made it to his feet, Troy in tow. Lifting the lighter man off the floor (sixty/forty with his muscles and powers), he threw Troy onto their bed. Once standing at the edge, Will's pants fell from his waist and he stepped out of them. He grabbed his t-shirt by the collar and ripped it up over his head. "You're behind Troy," he said as he leaped onto the bed himself.