Troy's hands moved to embrace Will's head as he lowered until their lips met. The Native relented when he realized his lover was ready to get down to business. There went his pants. Yes. When it came time to get Troy topless, however, Will thought it was okay to bury him in cotton. Then there was a hand around his dong. "Yes." He answered, a laugh apparent behind his nearly-grunted response. He breathed out slowly, then hurriedly shed his shirt so he could watch Will. "And a little of this," he bent, scrunching his torso to reach Will's thigh. His nimble musician's fingers slipped up under the leg of his short's and grasped Will's balls lightly. He pulled downward slowly before giving them a gentle rub-over with his thumb, each in turn. Lording above them was his erection, which rivaled Troy's. He smirked. God, they just clicked. It felt so good to have someone that made him feel so good - all the time. He shifted again so he could grasp Will around his length, his free hand moving to Omen's unruly mane. His fingers curled in the short waves and he urged Will back down to kiss him again while his hips raised eagerly with each stroke Will took against him. "I love you," Troy breathed.