Robert just always got the feeling that Will could get into sex like this. It's that varied clichéd saying about 'the quiet ones', how they're always secretly the depraved people you know.
This isn't entirely like that; it's not wanton depravity for the sake of being shocking. All it is is intense. Will is so intense, so sensitive, and tries to numb out every stimuli he experiences -- while Robert numbs out pain that isn't a physical ailment that he can patch up and heal for himself.
Which is why Robert pushes for nights like this. They need it, and moreover, Will enjoys it. It's been a wild ride, watching Will peel away his protective shell (is it to protect himself, or to protect others?) around him, indulge, let fucking go. Or, in some cases, grab on and bare down.
Tonight, Robert finds that he's the one baring down, as Will sinks his cock deeper back into his mouth. Rough hands grip at Will's thighs, Robert closing his eyes and trying to relax his throat, working to not accidentally engage any unfortunate reflexes that come as part of the territory here.
But, Jesus, does Robert love some of the shit Will comes up with. He moans around Will, feels a finger smearing his spit across his face, his own erection pulsing out a plea of its own as it goes unaddressed, propping up against his jeans.
Then comes a grunt and Robert tenses -- Will jerks him down onto his dick, his head nudging deep against the back of his soft palate and trying for his uvula. It's a lot, and it's sudden, and Robert tries to force down on his muscles that cause his tongue to flatten and his throat to widen--
Robert flinches, writhes against Will's hand, knuckles hard as rocks against his scalp. He chokes, coughing around the head of Will's cock -- but he doesn't ask to stop, not yet. His own fingers dig deeper into the fleshy lengths of the other man's legs, and Robert playfully bucks his shoulders against the hold, but he lets out a low moan at the twitch he feels between his bent legs.
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This isn't entirely like that; it's not wanton depravity for the sake of being shocking. All it is is intense. Will is so intense, so sensitive, and tries to numb out every stimuli he experiences -- while Robert numbs out pain that isn't a physical ailment that he can patch up and heal for himself.
Which is why Robert pushes for nights like this. They need it, and moreover, Will enjoys it. It's been a wild ride, watching Will peel away his protective shell (is it to protect himself, or to protect others?) around him, indulge, let fucking go. Or, in some cases, grab on and bare down.
Tonight, Robert finds that he's the one baring down, as Will sinks his cock deeper back into his mouth. Rough hands grip at Will's thighs, Robert closing his eyes and trying to relax his throat, working to not accidentally engage any unfortunate reflexes that come as part of the territory here.
But, Jesus, does Robert love some of the shit Will comes up with. He moans around Will, feels a finger smearing his spit across his face, his own erection pulsing out a plea of its own as it goes unaddressed, propping up against his jeans.
Then comes a grunt and Robert tenses -- Will jerks him down onto his dick, his head nudging deep against the back of his soft palate and trying for his uvula. It's a lot, and it's sudden, and Robert tries to force down on his muscles that cause his tongue to flatten and his throat to widen--
Robert flinches, writhes against Will's hand, knuckles hard as rocks against his scalp. He chokes, coughing around the head of Will's cock -- but he doesn't ask to stop, not yet. His own fingers dig deeper into the fleshy lengths of the other man's legs, and Robert playfully bucks his shoulders against the hold, but he lets out a low moan at the twitch he feels between his bent legs.