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Off the Clock

Fan Fiction:

Kuroshitsuji

William x Grell

Rated MA

By Kryss-Kross

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Summary: No relationship can be taken at face value. A man with unending passion, and another seemingly without. All it takes is one singular dive into lust and truth to find the meaning in both.

Disclaimer: The characters and story of Kuroshitsuji are the property of Yana Tobosu. No profit is made from this work.

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After Will's stock of paperclips had been spent by the impatient red-head seated nearby, lying scattered over his desk in a battlefield of failed projectiles, Grell had moved in for the kill. Sick of waiting, his heels clicked in a slight, ominous echo as he approached the man who had - until now - been successfully busying himself with a stack of papers now standing dangerously low.

Even Will knew his excuses of work were wearing thin, cursing his inability keep his eyes from diverting to the lean thighs wrapped in perfect black slacks as Grell came close to him. Too close as he perched himself upon his desk, wiggling his rump to disturb the papers he'd sat upon in the name of comfort before leaning back on his hands just enough to offer a full view of the modest, soft lump at the junction of his pants that had been sorely neglected of late.

“Willlll... you said half the stack. Half. Seems you've been having trouble keeping track of things lately. I can't let you become so overworked that these things happen, you know.”

William kept his eyes lowered, signing off on another form and setting it aside, casting a harsh look at Grell as he gestured toward the papers trapped beneath him still in need of his signature.

“Actually, I said - if you recall - that when I've finished reviewing these forms, I'll see if I can spare some time. The documents you're sitting on must be completed by tomorrow for the morning reports. It will take me at least another hour to finish.”

It was difficult enough fending off Grell's advances, but his lips formed a tighter, unamused line as his authority was met with a sultry smile. He was particularly tested as Grell scooted closer, body just a bare centimeter from his gloved hand, his paperwork crunching as it caught and bent under the weight and shift of the other shinigami's body and coat.

“Five days, six hours, forty-two minutes and... twenty-one seconds,” Grell informed him, staring up at the wall clock to confirm his statistics before his sensuous gaze fell expectantly back on Will. “Embarrassingly overdue, in my opinion.”

Grell winked, trailing a leather-embraced finger over Will's chest before leaning back again when the irritated man sharply brushed his hand away.

William had nearly corrected him. Had almost admitted he knew the last time they had...

He let out an almost imperceptible sigh as he leaned back in his chair, giving himself space from the redhead as his sweet scent began to wind too tightly around his senses. He pushed his glasses up with a slight press of his fingertip, gathering his wits.

“If you give me an hour of peace and quiet, I'll be over when I'm finished.”

As usual, he laid out his only offer and played again on the hope that Grell wouldn't feel inclined to press for more. But as he dared another glance at his uninvited guest, his gut twisted in a nervous, superb reaction at the almost erotic quality of Grell's suddenly intense and admittedly perverted gaze.

“Mnhh, I suppose that's not too much to ask. Though, dear Will, if you are even a minute late... I get to do whatever I desire to you,” Grell whispered dangerously, taking hold of Will's tie and bringing their faces close together with a slow, forceful pull. But his deep, purring threat was sliced to nothing but a boyish, surprised howl as William's scythe slid up almost soundlessly between them, the sharp metal close enough to cast a highlighted glint on Grell's cheek.

A small, nearly sadistic grin graced Will's lips as his patience began to slip.

“Get out.”

Grell shivered, immediately clutching his hands together and closing his eyes as he let the power of his lover's angry tone rush over him in a shameless display of thrilled submission.

“Oh, Will~ Don't get angry... In an hour then~” he cooed, hopping from Will's desk without pulling a single paper to the floor, stopping to blow a kiss as he was halfway out the door. “I'll be waiting~”

And after he was gone, Will only stared. Grell's presence never truly left him, and he could never quite decide if he despised or... had come to expect it. Rely on it. But another night with Grell meant another night to face the confusion. To try to find a name for just what he thought of Grell's presence.

He stared for long moments at the slightly crumpled papers before finally pulling them in front of him, one by one.

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Will hesitated as he approached his familiar evening destination. It seemed that no matter how many times he stood before the same door, it still gave him a nauseating rush knowing he had come for one purpose. One mutual understanding that seemed strangely absent of a beginning or end the longer it went on. It remained some unspoken agreement that had taken hold after the first time Grell had stolen a kiss. That damnable, fateful kiss.

It annoyed him, realizing again how forcefully Grell had captured his attentions. It infuriated him that no matter how hard he looked, the only answers to his questions were nothing but more questions. The more he discovered about himself, about the other shinigami, the deeper he was pulled into Grell's orbit instead of finding even an iota of substantial explanation. He hated the uncertainty.

“Will~!”

Grell was grinning as he suddenly faced him, the door abruptly thrown open, Will's suit jacket at the mercy of perfectly painted fingers as he was tugged inside the gaudy room he'd come to know too well. Grell wrapped his arms around him, rubbing his cheek against his neck as he kicked the door closed behind them with his bare foot, pressing his body close as Will remained tense with surprise.

“If someone saw you hanging around outside they'd assume you were stalking this beautiful flower~ You're two minutes late, but since you seem so shy today, I'll give you a pass this one time~” Grell purred, already toying with buttons and ties. He was anxious to bring their naked bodies together, even if the only clothing between them was Will's suit and nothing but his own buttoned shirt. The white edge brushed the tops of his thighs and, after closer inspection, was found to be joined only by an enticingly sheer pair of red lace panties just beneath.

But what Grell waited for, what he hoped to earn every time he pushed Will to his limits was-

Grell grunted as his back slammed against the wall behind him, Will's deft hands pinning him against blood-red wallpaper. The shorter man's body tingled with fire, flat feet lengthening the height difference between them, offering another surge of eroticism to his current imprisonment.

But this time his captor didn't try to subdue him with the expected kiss.

No, this time he groaned as Will's thigh shoved up between his legs, the hard muscle hidden beneath perfectly tailored pants pushing into his considerably vulnerable dick, trapping it at an uncomfortable angle hard against his own body. It was enough to make Grell's brows draw together in a brief moment of pain, though he smiled shamelessly as the sudden attack left his nerve endings singed in a devastating lick of internal flame.

“Nghh...! Will - anhhh - you're not still angry are you...?” Grell queried, gasping as Will's lips answered this time, pressing against his neck. They sucked the pale flesh with relish, opening to allow teeth to bite sharply into the pliant column before laving it softly with long licks of a warm, wet tongue. Grell hissed, cheeks flushing a deep, rosy tinge as he grabbed at the taller man. He rarely was so... aggressive.

“Does it even matter?” Will asked as he buried his gloved fingers into Grell's flowing hair, gripping it tight, only loosening his hold when his lover's eyes squeezed shut in unvoiced pain. “You asked for this, my sweet, torturous Grell...”

Bi-green eyes widened, Grell's once glazed, unfocused stare sharpening in confusion, wondering from where Will's sudden passion stemmed. Had he really pushed him so far...?

“Will...! Will, please...” Grell groaned, not even knowing what he asked for as his head fell back with a thump against the wall, too dazed to acknowledge the temporary throb as his lower half suddenly demanded all of his attention.

Will had relented, thigh easing away from Grell's hardening shaft enough to let it rise, the swollen tip pushing against silk-soft lace which nearly brought Grell to his knees, balls remaining slightly uplifted by the hot surface of Will's thigh. Grell moaned as his eyes opened, thick lashes fluttering, slowly coming out of his stupor as movement stopped after the slight reprieve against his member, realizing he could barely hear Will's harsh breaths over his own.

It was unnerving how he found Will staring at him... Seeking in him a truth even he didn't know. Answers to questions he denied the time to ask. But Will was unlike him – Will needed an explanation, no matter what the inquiry.

“Why, Grell? Why did you ever...”

But Will's frustration had begun to ebb. There was no reason to demand an answer to a question rarely faced, especially when Grell offered him only a blank stare and slightly down-turned mouth. It was a confused, breathless look - too gentle for Will's uncertain mood. It fueled him again, grabbing Grell's face in his hands as he pushed their lips together in a raw kiss - a desperate embrace that roused a small whimper from his prey. Grell's eyes slid shut, hips rocking forward for friction as heat emanated over his flesh from their close proximity, once again defeated by this man who seemed as complicated as an ever changing labyrinth. The only man to truly leave him speechless, one way or another.

And as William laid claim to his mouth, shoving his lips apart with his tongue even though Grell was more than ready to grant him entry, his slender hands reached up. To embrace, to cling, it didn't matter as he...

...stumbled!?

William had pulled away before Grell could register it, before he could even bring his dominated tongue back into his mouth, William easily gripping his hips and pulling him away from the wall. Directly following, Will hooked a powerful arm around Grell's thin waist, leading him panting and tongue-tied straight to the bed still made, red as a fresh flowing wound and adorned with patterns of black and gold. He threw him down upon it, forcing him onto his stomach, bent over the edge of the high bed.

“W-Will! Nh, it's been so long, be gentle~”

But as Grell turned his head, looking behind him and somehow unsure of what he would find, he was shocked again to see a gentle, deep look altering the usual bright green in his lover's normally predictable gaze. It wasn't quite love, wasn't quite lust, but some dark mixture of both as they battled over the prone man before him.

William steadily held his somewhat alarmed gaze as he slowly undid his tie, dropping it beside him to the floor, gloved hands detouring to Grell's bare thighs as he bent over him. He wanted him to feel him, watching with satisfaction as Grell's eyes lidded, shot open, closing again in a fever confusion of whether to fight or embrace this William he had never experienced.

But William wanted to overwhelm him – to show Grell exactly what he went through any time the redhead entered a room.

“Four days is not that long, Grell,” William scolded before he tugged off both gloves, bare fingertips sliding slowly up and down the cool skin of Grell's exposed thighs He pressed his palms down on his body before exploring upward, hands arching with the curve of his ass before meeting together to glide in a slow stroke up either side of his spine. His touch dragged Grell's shirt upward, bared that rounded and clenching rump, the slight shadow lying between the two spheres visible through his underwear. The image penetrated into every snap of his consciousness, and he burned it to memory, leaning forward just enough to grip Grell's shoulders and shove his covered, hardened dick straight into his crack.

“Wil-ahh!” Grell gave a low cry of surprise, moaned from deep within his throat, unable to stop himself from immediately pressing his hips back and forcing Will's hot erection hard against his covered hole. But it wasn't enough, lifting his ass to find a better angle, arching and wiggling until he gasped, that burning hard-on pushing into silk and giving his hole the sweetest rub it had felt in days.

“Will... Will... Nhhhh, more...” Grell panted, a creature of pleasure to the very last. And even though Will would normally disapprove of his shamelessness, of his lack of control, he gave into him completely. But not how he expected.

He pulled back from him, making Grell whimper with disappointment and look back again, but he barely had a chance to turn before he was gripping at the rumpled bed sheet with a hoarse whisper of a cry. It was all he could do after William had dropped to one knee, hooking his hands just beneath the curves of Grell's supple ass cheeks as he pushed and lifted them apart, pressing his face between them. He shoved lips and tongue right against the thin slip of fabric guarding Grell's anus and feasted with abandon.

He lapped and speared hard at the little pucker, pulling back only long enough to get a good look at that begging hole before leaning forward again, swirling the tip of his tongue in hungry circles over the covered, sensitive flesh. But it didn't satisfy him for long, curving a thumb up just enough to pull away the sodden portion of fabric and allow his tongue to taste, unhindered, the mild flavor of flesh.

No matter how good it had felt having pure silk sliding against him, Grell's moans rose higher as the tip of Will's tongue forced its way inward, no longer blocked by the flimsy fabric. The slick, naked muscle dove deep, draining Grell of any ability to do more than pant and beg, held up only by William's hard grip. It was a grip that was squeezing, pulling, pushing as he made love to his entrance.

And Grell could barely stand it – had never convinced Will to spend more than even a few minutes at his ass – and was now unable to find words to beg him to stop as his dick was pushed with Will's aggressive rhythm, rubbing against the bed as his body was manipulated for a deeper angle. Grell was losing his battle against the heightening throb that washed out his sense of the room completely – narrowed his awareness to the pressure in his groin, legs weak to the point he could barely hold his stance over the bed.

Grell could barely catch his breath, gasping again as the other man made the reckless decision to release his hold on one side. Will's free fingers tickled between his legs as his mouth remained locked on his hole, taking hold of his balls and giving a hard tug, stretching the seemingly delicate skin until Grell finally cried out. It was too much, and the redhead began working his hips frantically, the need to cum giving an adrenaline burst that renewed his strength, rubbing hard against the smooth divan. His mouth opened wide in a powerful, sensual groan as the muscle at his opening clamped down on William's tongue strong enough to make him pull back in surprise.

But Will was thankful for the interruption as he watched Grell's back dip in an almost painful arc, his hips pushing forward as he rode out the abrupt orgasm, lips parted as he breathed deep, hot seed casting a thick, wet trail around him, pooling and sinking into the sheets beneath his abdomen. And once he had rotated his hips to ride out that last pleasurable spasm, he dropped to the bed, hair splayed around and over him. But the smooth blanket didn't hold him, sending his heavy, limp body slipping backward into William's awaiting arms.

The taller man was licking his lips as he caught him, nuzzling Grell's shirt in a motion of comfort and sly removal of the sloppy remnants of saliva around his mouth as the redhead sank willingly into his hold. Already Grell clenched his hole in memory and sucked in a breath, a deep grin baring his sharp, white teeth.

“Mnh, Will, just what was in those reports...?” Grell asked softly, his tone playful and irritating, Will's expression schooled and serious as he lifted the shorter man and laid him gently on the bed.

“I'm not giving you time to recover, Grell,” William stated, his husky tone betraying what he felt beneath the level expression he wore, removing his jacket and unbuttoning his shirt as he spoke. Grell watched him with hunger sharp in his glazed eyes.

“Anything you want, Will.”

Grell's eyes had hardly strayed from the hard-on threatening to burst from the front of William's trousers, reaching out and languidly stroking his bulge.

“Anything.”

Inwardly, William shivered. The passion-dark look in Grell's eyes, the way he sprawled in front of him with legs open to show his only partially encased half-hard organ and pink opening, nearly broke his restraint. His body burned, too hot beneath his now rumpled clothing.

Once the last button was undone, he shrugged off his shirt, watching Grell watching him. Or, truly, watching Grell watch his body as the normally hidden muscle shifted and flexed, making Grell swallow and lap at the little bit of drool forming at the corner of his lips. And as he watched, his hand never stopped stroking, moving lightly up and down the blood-hot shaft pressing for a way out, solid and thick beneath the redhead's palm.

“I can't prep you as I'd like, Grell. You'll have to forgive me.”

And though his words were sincere, they were tinged harsh with desire, low and demanding as he stepped away from the bed and moved toward the large dark mahogany dresser sitting several feet away.

“Oh, Will, you know I don't mind a little pain,” Grell purred, undoing and tossing off his own shirt but leaving his panties where they clung, awkwardly holding Grell's hips having been left entirely out of place. He didn't feel any need to right them, rolling onto his stomach to watch William in a strangely similar fashion to a feline expecting a treat from his chosen master.

“That's not what I'm after tonight,” William stated simply, opening and pushing around the contents of a middle drawer, quickly digging up what he had been after. Grell's little smile lifted at one corner of his mouth. William had taken out one of his toys, a dildo just slightly shorter and thinner than his lover with small bumps traveling up on several different sides. He knew the deep-red item quite intimately, letting out a soft whine as he reached back and lightly touched his wet hole, hips idly lifting and dropping as he thrust against the bed, waiting.

He was getting hard again.

But Will turned, flashing him an angry look as he caught him teasing himself, standing with the toy and a large vial of a viscous, transparent liquid in his hand meant for one clear purpose. Grell's hips stilled at the expression, and he brought his arm forward, leaning his chin on his hands as he propped himself up on his elbows.

“In a hurry? Not that I can blame you,” he murmured, eyes drawn exclusively to the front of Will's pants. He wondered how he could leave himself in such a state.

“Get on your back,” Will instructed, doing his best to ignore his stare. The discomfort of his trapped erection had somewhat kept his passion in check. He was rarely in a position to resist the beautiful man, and again he found it near torture to refrain from shoving inside him. Especially when he had Grell laid out before him in such a way, eager and insistent, playing upon his every desire and wearing the panties he knew drove him absolutely mad with arousal.

But he wanted to draw it out - to hold back until Grell was ready to reach his second orgasm - and perhaps time it well enough to cum just after him. He craved releasing in that moment, that small opportunity when Grell gripped him at his tightest, almost painfully squeezing out every last drop he allowed to flood his rectum.

“Ahnn~ Yes, sir,” Grell purred again, slowly situating his body as Will watched, rolling onto his back and moving to recline low on the giant pillows at the top of his bed. And as he moved, William approached, opening the vile and dripping a thin, steady stream from tip to base of the toy.

Grell couldn't hide his excitement, fingers slipping down beneath his ass cheeks to pull them apart, offering an only slightly obstructed view of his freshly tongue-fucked hole, just as greedy as before. But still, Will took his time. He set the vial on the bedside table before toeing off his shoes, dark socks and pants the only clothing upon him as he moved atop the bed, and atop Grell.

Grell brought his hands forward then, reaching to undo William's pants as he straddled the redheaded shinigami's torso, the man above him lazily stroking the toy to spread the lubricant entirely over its hard surface. Not once did Grell pull his gaze from his companion, bi-green eyes observing and expectant even though he wasn't entirely sure what the man had in mind.

But after a few moments of stroking the phallus, William studied it, turning it in the dim candle light to make sure every inch of it was shining with lube. He was satisfied, holding it in front of Grell and waiting for him to take it, his zipper undone and angled boner peeking up at the edge of his underwear as it sought its way free. Grell made a small, hungry whine and William's eyes narrowed.

“I told you I can't prepare you like I normally do – so you'll do it for me, Grell,” William stated, but his voice was soft, reaching to brush some of Grell's unruly bangs from his face to get a better view of him. “Tease yourself with the tip and put it in... while you suck me.”

Grell's eyes lidded as a saucy grin spread over his lips, taking the toy in one hand while he teased and pet the silky soft and slightly wet tip of William's partially exposed erection.

“Impatient, hm...? You're free to cum in my mouth, but I want you inside tonight. Don't cum until you put it in.”

William smiled – and Grell suddenly noticed the slightly disheveled look of him. His perfectly slicked back hair was falling forward in a few stray strands, and his body was moving with the weight of his heavy breaths. He hadn't realized just how in need his bed partner had been, though he realized it was William's plan all along to cum buried inside him. His face surged with heat, fanning quickly down the rest of his body and making his cock twitch.

“Quiet.”

And with that, Will lifted himself from his light perch on the other man and positioned himself higher along his body. He sighed as he pulled his pants further open, unceremoniously reaching in. He cupped his own balls and gave a squeeze before tugging down his briefs, baring his reddened and throbbing erection right before Grell's face. The redhead moaned, and William felt his hips push up, cheeks now red enough for a blush as Grell's tongue flicked out – hungrier for his cock than he could have hoped for.

“Will... Mnhh, don't make me wait... You're so ready...” Grell panted, making a small whimper as William shook his head and guided Grell's hand holding the forgotten toy past and beneath his thigh.

“Put this in first.”

Obediently, breathlessly, Grell shifted, lifting his hips as he slightly curved his body. Will stared, could read from Grell's expression when he'd guided the tip of the dildo to its destination – felt his dick pulse when Grell's eyes briefly closed and his mouth fell wider open, rubbing and pushing the tip of the fake cock against his needy hole.

Then he bit his lip, gasped and slowly arched, falling back to his original position as he panted, his rotating beneath him. He had taken it in with barely a moment given himself to adjust.

“Leave it there, Grell,” William whispered, surprised by the softness of his voice. “Don't move it until I tell you.”

He waited several moments, patient as Grell's gaze turned back upon him and his hips stilled, slow to focus on the man and throbbing shaft above him. But when he finally got a good look, he found Will beading a shining dollop of precum from his slit, immediately sticking out his tongue to lap it up. William sucked in a breath, hand closing over his shaft as he guided it firmly into Grell's mouth, gritting his teeth as his lover took it straight in and gave it a hard suck.

“Grell! Slowly, softly,” he warned, hand darting out to grip his jaw and force him off his tip, releasing him only as Grell gave a silent nod and held his tongue out once more. He flicked it slowly over the tip, already having sucked the weakly salty taste of precum from his dick, moaning at the satisfaction of the taste and feel of that hot flesh once again in his mouth.

William breathed hard between his teeth, trying to maintain his focus as he wondered just how dangerous his barely thought-out plan had been. He was already a single breath away from gripping Grell's hair and forcing his dick down his throat. And the thought unexpectedly excited him, cock giving a small jump in answer to the thought, letting Grell slurp it down over and over before he abruptly pulled away. His erection bobbed, dripping saliva that caught and latched onto Grell's chest, sticking to his skin as Grell whined softly at the loss.

“Don't deny yourself,” Grell breathed, arching as he took a moment to move the toy in and out as William paused above him, his throbbing organ just out of reach. “I can take you, so put it in!”

And with a rush of power Grell only displayed when he was irritated or in need, he pushed himself up, nearly sending Will tumbling backwards as he hastily got on his hands and knees, leaning on one arm as the other reached back to keep his panties pulled away from his pucker. The change made the slick toy he'd tried to hold inside himself fall soundlessly to the bed, leaving it faintly gaping and twitching, beckoning Will forcefully with the view of it alone.

He groaned, moving forward as Grell enticingly spread his legs even wider, letting his tip bump against his ass, his hole, before maneuvering it without touching to rub against him. Grell moaned, upper body dropping to the bed as he raised his ass higher, making a small noise as William gripped his hips in answer, pressing his hard-on roughly against him, rubbing up and down the space between his cheeks as Grell held the red lace back against his pale skin.

William spoke only with his body then, hands squeezing and rocking Grell's body as he frot his dick against his ass, finally reaching down to take hold and guide it, Grell's arm falling away with a moan as Will began to push, to open him. But none too quickly Grell's improperly coated hole latched tight onto his dick-flesh impeding further entry, reminding him of the last task to be done before he could truly give in.

“Grell, the lube... Now.”

Grell panted, spent moments trying to process his words before gracelessly pawing at the side table until he found the vile, pouring more than needed of the substance into his own palm. Will's lips parted but his words were washed away in a grunt as Grell watched over his shoulder with one eye visible, clasping the dripping hand over William's shaft and giving a few slow, hard strokes before dropping down again. He made Will watch as he spread the rest of the lube over his entrance, slipping two of his shining fingers deep into his ass with a little cry before Will roughly pulled them back out.

“Enough...!”

He guided his swollen purple tip back to that seemingly tiny portal, positioning himself with one hand as the other stroked reassuringly over Grell's haunches and lower back. He continued the soothing touch as he began to penetrate, pushing gradually in until Grell let out a meek cry, the curve of his glans stretching him too far for a first try.

He gently pulled back, rubbed his tip up and down over the tempting hole, circling against the tightly squeezing little pucker until it opened again. He braced his thighs as he began to sink in a second time, finding less resistance as Grell's hole remembered and accustomed more quickly. Confident, he continued, sucked in a breath as he watched his tip suddenly enveloped by Grell's body, hearing him hiss and catching in the back of his mind the sound of the blankets whispering as they were gripped, pulled out of place as Grell arched, body beginning to pull forward and away from William's cock.

But William knew after so many days, it would take more than one try to get in – at least a few attempts for Grell to painlessly accept him into his body. And slowly, gingerly, he pulled his hips back, taking a deep breath as his cockhead slipped out, hit with the cool air of the room as Grell's body rose and fell with labored breath.

He wanted it so badly he couldn't even relax enough to take it.

William smiled slightly at that, leaning over the trembling body and caressing him, every touch gentle even as his dick throbbed with neglect. Soon... soon enough and he would have him.

“W-Will...”

“You're doing well... I won't make you wait so long again...”

“Annhhn... Now, Will... Will...!”

William felt the same. He couldn't wait any longer, though somehow he managed to enter him slowly, holding his shaft until half sank into Grell's hot rectum before releasing it to steady his hips in a light hold. But Grell couldn't help but shift, wriggle under him until he felt the angle was right, the uncomfortable stretching of his anus giving way to a rush of pleasure as his body finally relaxed and took him in, unexpectedly shoving back to force William all the way deep inside him with a harsh, intoxicating and exultant cry.

“There!” he choked, shocked William had found his sweet spot so soon, beginning to pull off of William before he had regained hold of his hips after the reckless action to shove back again, but the dark-haired man knew exactly what he meant – and exactly what they needed.

His fingers dug into Grell's hips as he took hold, pulling back slowly then shoving back in hard enough to make Grell cry out – to cry out and beg like a shameless, wanton animal. But it was his body that screamed the loudest, falling into rhythm with his thrusts, pushing back just before William plunged back inside. His muscles flexed, using his strength to control the redhead trying to turn their thrusts into a frantic free-for-all as his dick swung back and forth below them, bucking wildly as another burst of release felt dangerously close upon him just from being filled by the man he adored most.

And as if he could sense it, William no longer held back, raising his left leg to gain a firmer stance. He speared Grell at a deeper angle that made him howl, the sound of his voice pure ecstasy that drove him into his own madness. He could never fight against this part of Grell – the primal and unadulterated way he gave in to his every desire, teaching Will to do the same as only he could, pulling him down with him into the fleeting, sinful paradise that was everything to him in that moment.

It was a drug, the sweet scent of Grell's body – something neither cologne nor perfume - slamming Will's senses as his dick was devoured by the wet, blood-hot walls of his wild partner. He thrust harder, relished the resounding slap of skin on skin as Grell's ass bounced off his hips, his lover choking on his moans every time he plunged deep. But he was looking for it... for that perfect angle again when...

“Will! God, Will...! Will!”

He'd found it. After the barest alter of his hold on Grell's hips, he was making him cry out with every thrust, feeling his partner beginning to breath harsher and harsher, already nearing his peak.

It was a cliff he dove from freely – the climb as devastating as the plunge, and suddenly Grell was bucking hard, moving in short snaps backward as he groaned out loud, about to explode.

“Will, Will, Will, Will, Will – ahhhhh! - oh WILL!!”

The chanting had nearly undone him, but as soon as Grell had screamed his name when he hit that blinding moment of no return, had shoved back hard enough to bruise and held that spot as he shot out several ropes of cum - claimed him even though Will had been the one balls-deep inside - Will began thrusting madly.

He rolled his hips, barely pulling out an inch before reaching as deep as his their bodies would allow, eyes squeezing tightly shut as his open mouth let out loud, heavy breath. Grell's body was gripping him painfully tight, his heated walls throbbing up and down his buried shaft before finally, god, finally he unleashed the fury of his hips. He pounded Grell, shoved his body down with the force of it until he came with a voiceless cry, hips grinding as he gave his final bursts, flooding Grell's bowels with his seed as he rode out the overwhelming demand of sensation.

One, two, three... four times his dick spat, the last of his shaking tremors offering only dribbles of his seed, the pool of hot cum tickling at his buried head before he slowly pulled out. Grell whimpered in pain and pleasure when that curved tip slipped too quickly from his aching hole, the dull throb of pain at his hips from William's powerful hold barely registering as the thick seed his lover had bestowed thickly trickled out. It made him shiver, panting and gasping as William lifted up then dropped beside him hard enough to rock the bed, Grell struggling to press into his side with what was left of his strength. William was still breathing heavily, shifting to allow Grell against him, his softening erection resting against his lover's flesh as it gradually returned to its original state.

And once their heavy breaths began to slow and exhaustion set in, William put an arm around Grell, the gesture protective – satisfied. Grell was barely conscious, rarely able to keep his eyes open after such a powerful session, muttering a small noise as he nuzzled into his partner.

And this time William didn't mind it. He had spilled his load, lying there content, but even as he recovered he didn't feel the usual need to dress and leave. No, for some reason he couldn't accept the thought of leaving Grell like this – dripping his cum and completely oblivious. Sated.

No, this time when Grell awoke, it would be to a warm body - to the man who had never stayed the night, and had never planned to. This time, for better or worse, they would have to answer to what that meant.

And after just a few strokes of tangled, soft blood-red hair, he had drifted into a dreamless sleep, finding a more fulfilling rest than any he could ever remember.
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