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Just a few Swedish snacks.
That’s how it had started.
It had seemed like a fairly normal video idea but James had known Will long enough to know that none of their videos together were ever just normal, they always had the same energy flowing throughout. An energy that came with a questional, a proposal really of something more each and every time should one of them wish to ask for it. For the most part, James had left that power up to Will, he was usually the one who weilded the control when they fooled around together and James had been more than happy to oblige. James loved letting Will take control of him, the way Will was able to make James fall to his knees with barely a second glance.
But lately, their dynamic had shifted somewhat, slowly descending into something else as does the sunset into the sunrise. Both James and Will knew that the altering power play happening between them recently was a dangerous thing to toy with like playing with fire but they couldn’t help but continue treading that line. Soon enough one of them would snap, the tables would turn, the boat would capsize and the two of them would fall overboard.
When Will had shown up at James’s place that morning, James knew instantly that something was off. The man seemed in good spirits and the morning sunlight had caught his smile in a way that James knew meant Will was in one of those goofy moods of his. All very well for filming but there was an underlying energy there, one that James couldn’t entirely place. Will seemed giddy, nearly buzzing with energy every time James got close to him though perhaps it was only his imagination and Will just had too much coffee or something. Still, it seemed as if Will needed...something. He shakes his head, forgetting the thought before it spiralled into something deeper that he wouldn’t be able to reel himself back from.
“Will, cover your face” James asks for what seems like the millionth time. “Dude seriously, the camera…” He trails off in laughter because Will keeps bouncing up and down like it’s the funniest thing in the world and maybe it is. James smiles fondly at the sight; it’s nice seeing Will be his happy and goofy self considering how reserved he can often be. “Will.”
Will stops and looks up at him with those half-lidded eyes that James had grown to adore. “Make me.”
The words make something coil in James’s stomach. Oh. Oh.
That’s what that energy was and where it was coming from. He smirks to himself, thankfully turned away so Will doesn’t see. There was still fun to be had. “Just do what you’re told for once,” James says, his voice dropping an octave and the effect it has on Will is eminent, the man’s eyes barely containing his neediness though it’s quickly (albeit poorly) concealed, “I know you can be good if you want to, baby.” He says the last word softly but Will hears it anyway, the man making a choking-spluttering sound.
Will moves closer, meeting James in his challenge. “If you want me to be good, you’re going to have to make me” he mutters. Will’s not entirely sure why he’s suddenly feeling antsy like the kitchen is about a hundred degrees. Every time they brush against each other, Will feels something spark within him.
Will rather likes being in charge of James, taking control and all that.
He likes taking care of James.
He likes telling him what to do.
Even more than that, he especially loves the fact that James likes it.
He loves the way James likes being bossed around by him.
Loves the way James begs for more.
…But at the same time, he wants, craves and yearns to be on James’s side of things, to be the one taken care of. He needs to be the one making James feel good at all times, the one pleasing him. None of the other lads make him feel such a strong yearning and he’s not entirely sure why his heart is so drawn to James.
Will pauses, heart fluttering when he realises James is simply stood there, watching him with an amused expression. He looks down, embarrassedly. He knows his thoughts are practically written all over his face but he doesn’t know how to say them out loud. James knows however, Will is sure of it, the man always had a knack for being able to pluck the very words Will was searching for straight out of the air.
James’s deep umber eyes shift, gazing upon Will with an expression somewhere between curiosity and lust. “You’ve thought about this, haven’t you?”
Will laughs, loudly too, mainly because he’s now trying to cover the fact that he feels so caught by James’s question and that he definitely, wholly, entirely wants James to be the one taking control. “Shit, James I—”
“You what?” James asks, stepping forward and placing a finger underneath Will’s chin to tilt his head up, causing Will to meet his eye. Will laughed again but it came out as more of an exhale, a breath leaving like a silent answer. James just grins at him, that kind of grin that James does where it’s too sexy to be a casual smile and too gentle to be a smirk. In other words, the kind that always sends Will reeling and makes him go weak in the knees. His arms are reaching up past James’s shoulders to link around his neck before he can stop them.
James is only just now realising how far gone Will looks but at the same time both needy and content. He leans down, lips finding Will’s ear and his hushed words send shivers down Will’s spine. “Come on, Will,” he purrs, hands finding Will’s waist and he grins when the action makes something alight in Will’s eyes, “how long are we going to pretend that you don’t need me? Hm?” He presses a kiss to the tip of Will’s ear, feeling Will tremble under his touch. “That you don’t need me and only me to make you feel good?”
He moves back so he can look Will in the eye, pausing when he takes note of Will’s hungry gaze and flushed skin. On top of all that though, there’s a hint of something more in Will’s expression like he knows just how much of a little shit he’s being and is entirely using it to his advantage. Will shoots the taller a man a slutty grin, one that completely solidifies the fact that Will is entirely James’s to play with. His and only his. Will’s fingertips play with the curls of James’s hair from where they’re currently linked around his neck. “Oh, on the contrast, James,” he murmurs, looking up at the other, his eyes darkened with lust, “I was never pretending.”
“That so?” James smirks. He pauses for a moment before stepping away to take another sip of his coffee like nothing just happened. Will watches with hungry eyes as James walks back to the camera, fiddling with it for a moment before turning it off and removing it from the tripod it was resting upon. “You know I find it awfully brat-like of you to come showing up to mine like this under the guise of filming a video when we both know you came here for something else.”
Will flushes at the accusation. Even if it was obvious, he found it unfair how James was saying it out loud so simply like he was just reading Will to bits. He can’t help but play dumb because he’s not so sure of what he wants (or rather needs) either but what he does know—the only thing he’s been certain of for the past few years—is that James always seems to know what Will needs at any given moment. “What did I come for then?” He asks, a little desperately because he needs to hear James say it and he’s all too curious to know what the other man is thinking, how each time they play this game and James gives his answer, each one makes fire erupt under his skin.
James turns and looks at him then turns back again to pack the camera away. It hits Will then what the other man is doing and he feels his cheeks burn at the realisation. He looks at his feet, trying to act both coy and equally submissive so James will hurry up and take care of him. James considers the words for a moment before walking back over to him and realistically, it should be embarrassing how the very action makes Will itch with desire as he looks up at James with the most desperate expression he can muster. He knows he’s behaving like a little bitch right now but more importantly he knows James enjoys it. Will moves closer too, back how they were earlier with him standing directly in front of James and James towering over him. Will would be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy the easy physical control James has over him and he would be lying even more so if he said he didn’t absolutely love the way James is easily able to overpower him in that sense. Will isn’t exactly small by any means but he feels tiny in comparison and god, does he love it.
“I feel like the question you should be asking is why you need me to tell you,” James murmurs, reaching past Will so he can open the cupboard behind him to put some of the food away (in all honesty, they probably weren’t going to eat it but throwing it out seemed wrong so James figured it would live in the weird cupboard alongside all the other stuff they’d tried on this channel), “why can’t you do it yourself?”
Will stutters, watching as James shoves the food in the cupboard, taking note of how calm and composed the other seems like he isn’t able to break Will apart or contrastingly put him back together with just his words only. Jesus fucking Christ, it always seemed like James simply had a mouthful of promises and taunts hanging on his tongue, ready to haul at Will at any given moment. It was intoxicating. He supposes he should be aiming for honesty really, even if it was fun to toy with James’s more dominant side but then again if James was going to be teasing Will and pretending to not know the effect he was having on him today then Will was going to have to try and make the other snap.
That wasn’t always easy. James was generally harder to wind up than the other lads were, more reserved definitely but he also had this steady undercurrent of control and imperturbability that most of the other lads severely lacked. Will was kind of grateful for it though because on the plus side it meant he could always let off steam with any of the others with barely a drop of a hat. All he had to do was give Harry, Chris, Stephen or Mikey a certain look and that was that. James was different, he knew instantly what Will was feeling and then it would become a game of just how long he could spin Will’s desire out before it all became too much for him and he would somehow manage to corner James, begging, pleading for anything the other man was willing to give him.
Yeah, and he’s here acting shocked that he’s now feeling more on the submissive ends of things, is he?
“Yeah well how long’s it been, huh?” Will demands instead, using James’s trick of answering a question with a new one. It was rather amusing how these conversations would often dissolve into some weird kind of competition like a game of chess, each of them trying to make the other crumble. What Will didn’t find amusing however was that if this whole thing was in fact a competition then James had a winning streak of, oh six fucking years was it? Not to mention James had grown slightly cocky about it. Realistic3ally, Will wasn’t the dominant one in their relationship. “Since the last time I mean?”
James hums thoughtfully. “Bit less than a month maybe?”
Will scowls. “It’s been way longer than that” he snaps in retaliation, his next retort dying on his lips when he realises he both sounds like the very brat James had accused him of being and he’s also entirely wrong. It had in fact been just about three weeks, maybe a bit over, but being without James had made it seem like years. He frowns upon seeing James’s smirk. “Whatever, it felt like longer.”
James scoffs at that. “If you were that desperate, you could have shagged some of the other lads you know” the man says it like he doesn’t know full well that Will definitely had been the whole time in fact, desperately trying to make up for the fact that he couldn’t play around with James for not even a month. God, maybe he was desperate.
“I did” Will admits. He regrets the words instantly because he can’t take them back or the ones that follow. “I…” Will tries to think of how best to say this; James already has a rather large ego and Will doesn’t need to stroke it even more (besides he’d rather stroke something else). “I like, you know, messing around with the other lot and all that but I uh,” he clears his throat awkwardly, tries to sound collected then gives up, “fuck’s sake, James, you know that it's you I want, like look, I like the others sure but they don’t make me feel the way you do.” He knows how desperate he sounds but he doesn’t care. He fucking craves James more than anything.
“That’s because the others don’t know you like I do.” James gives him a look, one that means Will’s not getting his way just yet. “Mind your head” he says, gently moving Will out of the way so he doesn’t smack him with the open cupboard door. Will gets an idea then, grinning up at James before moving back in front of him, hogging the space. James rolls his eyes, reaching past Will to put the last of the snacks away. Will moves even further in front of James before pulling himself up onto the countertop. James grins fondly at the sight, shaking his head in bemusement. “You’re actually such a wanker” James sighs, trying to reach past Will only to be caged in by the other’s thighs, strong legs and arms suddenly looping around him. James lets out a startled laugh at their weird half-cuddle-half-wrestle. “Dude, I need to put shit away.”
“Nuh uh” Will giggles, arms and legs tightening around James.
James just tuts at him. “You’re so annoying.”
Will’s tongue darts out, licking his lips and James feels the tiny gap between them grow hotter at the sight. “You want me to move? You’re gonna have to make me” Will reminds him teasingly.
All he gets in response from James is a raised eyebrow.
Will pouts at that, knowing what James is playing at but also still unable to hold himself back. God, he really was needy for this man. He wills himself to have both some composure and some pride and not give in but he’s already slipping before he can stop himself. “Come on” he prods but James remains motionless all the same.
“Make me” James says with a smirk that is far too sexy for his own good. And yeah, maybe Will is slightly whipped. It wouldn’t be such a bad thing if James didn’t look so smug about it. The man clearly knows how needy Will is and the very fact is evident in the glint in James’s eye.
Will’s fingers start tracing the stitching of James’s shirt collar absentmindedly. His words come of their own accord, his brain not catching up before the spill out. “B-but, I wanted you to make me because—” He cuts himself off, glaring at James when the man’s expression miraculously turns even more self-satisfied. “Oh, shut up” Will snaps.
“Because what, hm?” James presses as he gently sweeps the hair off Will’s forehead so he can place a tender kiss there to which Will absolutely melts at. “You know, gorgeous, being submissive generally comes with doing as you’re told,” James utters the words like the whole conversation is casual, like Will isn’t hanging onto his every word as though he were clinging to the shoreline, “but, if you don’t want to be good then—”
Will stops James before he can move away with a stern hand on his shoulder. So much for not being the first one to snap. “I do” he mumbles. “I do, I wanna be good.”
James grins down at him since even though Will is sat up on the counter, James is still taller. And Will? He’s still absolutely living for it. “How about some incentive for being good, huh? How does that sound, gorgeous?”
Will maybe slightly loves that James calls him gorgeous and he also maybe slightly loves the way James says the word. It sounds even more gorgeous in James’s voice, rich and earthy. The voice of a singer, absolutely. James always sounds like he’s speaking poetry even when he isn’t. Will used to pretend that he found it annoying when really all he wants is to listen to James talk until he falls asleep in his arms. “Sounds good to me” he hums in agreement. He looks at James with playful eyes.
James knows that look on Will’s face all too well. Playful was just on the surface, quickly surpassed by the underlining mischief in Will’s eyes. “Oh yeah? Then what does my William demand?” James asks jokingly.
Will lights up at the offering. “Thought you made it clear you were in charge, huh?”
“Do you want me to be?” James’s question is gentle.
He nods. “Please.”
James’s eyes flicker. “Please what?” He goads.
“Please, please,” Will practically whimpers, his arms tugging around James once more, “It’s easier when you take control so I don’t have to think…” Fuck’s sake, where had that come from?
“I guess it’s a wonder you didn’t slip into subspace on the train over, huh?”
He rolls his eyes at the words. “I’m not that desperate” he retorts, bitterly.
“Could’ve fooled me” James titters, grin only widening when he notices Will’s pissed-off look. “No but really, you’re on the counter begging and you’re telling me you’re not desperate? Come on, sweet thing, you and I both know that you are.”
Will flicks him on the ear. “Yeah well you’re just as desperate too so it all evens out.” He doesn’t know why but he finds his hand trailing from James’s ear to his hair, playing with the locks gently. He takes a deep breath and tries to gather his thoughts but when he reaches for them, he comes up blank.
James lets out a breathy laugh. “Fair enough, I suppose” he says. “So what’s it going to take then? For you to be good?”
Will pauses then gives a victorious smile. “A kiss.” He waggles his eyebrows suggestively, eliciting a snicker from James. He hopes to never be rid of the sound of James’s laughter, especially if he’s the one making it happen.
James frowns. “That’s it?”
“That’s it” Will whispers, quickly concealing his devilish smile.
“See now, because I have this feeling that you want something else and that’s not the whole thing” James muses but leans in anyway.
Will’s eyes fall to James’s lips before looking back up to meet James’s eyes. “Guess, you’ll have to find out, hm?” He whispers, his next few words leaving him as James’s lips suddenly meet his and he whines into the taller man’s mouth, clutching and pawing at James’s strong shoulders, desperately trying to pull him closer. Will whimpers as they part for breath, only just catching the way James’s lips quirk up and then there’s a strong hand on his jaw, pulling him into another kiss, this time deeper as James’s tongue pushes against Will’s lips and he grants the man entrance, a little too eagerly for his own liking—he really needed to reel in his slutty self. Will can’t help but moan against him, his lips parting even further as James’s tongue plays with his. Fuck, James was good at this. Will wasn’t exactly blind to how good of a kisser James was, if fooling around with the other man for how long they had been had taught him anything it was that.
Will whined, his hands lacing through James’s hair feverishly, trying to pull him closer. He felt his legs fall apart of their own accord and James slipped into the gap between them, grinning against Will’s lips as they made out.
They pulled apart, Will gasping for air as he gazed up at James’s deep rich eyes which had darkened with lust.
“I…” Will gasped, panting for breath, James smirking down at him now that Will seemed lost for words and yeah, maybe Will was just slightly addicted to the way James always seemed so smug about taking his breath away. “I…I don’t think that worked.” He’s trying to be naughty and playful but in reality it comes across as more desperate than anything. Will is desperate though, feverish to have James’s mouth on his once more.
James grins at him. “No?”
“Nope” Will says, looking down then back up at the other with a devilish expression. “I think you might have to try again.”
“Hm, that so?” James hums, his fingers reaching out to trace the length of Will’s jaw, down his neck and across his collarbones.
Will’s skin alights at the feeling and he has to bite his lip to keep himself from commenting on how much he loves the feel of it. “Yeah,” he retorts, “or maybe you’re just a bad kisser.”
James laughs, his brows forming an expression of oh really? It feels like a challenge and god, does Will love a challenge (especially when the punishment for losing is…ever so sinful). “Your reaction before seemed to tell me otherwise” James muses and Will’s cheeks darken, realising how needy he must have appeared. He takes one of Will’s hand which is currently clenching the countertop, holding on for some semblance of control. “Your hands were in my hair and everything.”
Will waves off the clearly false accusation. “Oh please, I was merely trying to fix the mess on your head” he chides, pointing to James’s now-mussed-up hair.
“My hair is messy because of you tugging on it, dumbass” James snorts. He takes in Will’s rather dishevelled form before continuing. “Fine, what about the moaning and whimpering?”
Will’s flush deepens. “T-that was purely coincidence.”
James scoffs. “So you’re essentially admitting that it’s normal for you to become a moaning mess around me?”
“Well no, but—”
“But what?” James taps him playfully on the side of his jaw and Will falls silent. “You’ve done a whole lot of yapping today and haven’t proven anything.”
“Have so” Will argues. “You kissing me didn’t make me any more submissive so hah,” he sat up proudly, “that means I win.”
“I wasn’t aware this was a competition but—” James pauses and looks at him before the realisation hits him and his face forms a shit-eating grin which makes Will shiver, “—oh? You’ve been keeping track haven’t you? And I bet it must be eating away at you that I’ve always had you beat every single time.”
Will bites his lip and looks away momentarily then meets James’s gaze shyly. “What if I like that you’re always better than me?” He asks softly, his gaze dropping to James’s lips before darting back up, his eyes heavy-lidded and full of desire.
He hears James’s slight hitch in breath and mentally cheers in victory. Finally, Will wasn’t the only one flustered. “If you mean that you enjoy me putting you in your place then I have to say, I’m not surprised” James says matter-of-factly and Will has to hold back his eye-roll at how smug this man always was. Not that he didn’t love it because he did, really, he does love James but that was a conversation for another time, one with less…heat rushing everywhere.
“Yeah well what surprises me is that you haven’t managed to make me any more obedient which I have to say is a pretty poor effort from you” Will huffs, crossing his arms over his chest in an attempt to appear displeased.
The other says nothing for a moment, instead simply leaning in to whisper in Will’s ear. “So kissing you on the lips didn’t work…what if I kiss you somewhere else?”
“If that’s your attempt at a euphemism, it’s shite” Will scoffs. He tilts his head to the side anyway, gesturing to his neck. “You can try here though.” Will’s both needy and a brat but hey, at least he’s honest.
James laughs but does so anyway, peppering open-mouthed kisses along Will’s neck and collarbones. He feels Will shiver a little bit as he trails his lips along the milky skin, watching with rapt attention as tiny goosebumps emerge beneath his touch. Fuck’s sake, this man was way prettier than he had any right to be.
Will sighed softly, his eyes drifting shut as he leant into James’s touch, enjoying the pampering. He whimpered as he felt the slight graze of teeth on his skin, his whimper becoming a needy moan as James abruptly began sucking a hickey into his skin. The touches along his neck grew more confident as James’s mouth trailed up, nipping and sucking at the spot just below Will’s ear. “Ah f-fuck’s sake, James” Will gasped out, his skin tingling somewhat at the feeling.
James moved back. “What? Did I hurt you?” He asked, confused.
“N-no, it didn’t hurt, just…” Will sighed, blushing because he knew what was coming.
“That spot a little sensitive?” James smirked, kissing away the flush on Will’s neck.
“Yeah, yeah, whatever, shut u—” Will broke off with a whine as James dug his teeth into that particular spot. He panted somewhat, trying not to lose himself too much as James’s kisses grew almost insatiable along his already too-sensitive skin. He withered as James’s mouth descended down his neck towards his chest, the taller man pulling on the collar of Will’s shirt so he could reach more and more perfect skin he could cover with marks. Will desperately tried not to think too much about why the thought of James marking him up in particular was enough to send his heart racing and make the heat in his veins even hotter and he rather pointedly ignored it.
Before Will could fire a witty retort at James, his words got caught in his throat as James suddenly yanked on hair, holding Will’s head back as he nipped along his chest, moving further and further down. Briefly, Will caught the glimpse of mischief in James’s eyes before James suddenly flicked Will’s left nipple through his shirt. “Oi, asshole!” Will giggled, whimpering as James continued to thumb over it before moving to play with the other one. Everything felt all too much way too soon and before he knew it, Will’s legs were tightening around James’s waist as he pulled the man into another deep kiss, moaning against James’s lips, his nipples quickly growing more and more sensitive the longer James continued to play with them. His hips bucked up of their own accord while he desperately tried to grind against James, his hands scrambling for purchase across the other’s back, his fingernails raking over his skin as he tried to pull the other close, grinding feverishly for any and all friction he could get. He gasped as they broke apart, his chest rising and falling quickly much like James’s was currently against him. Trying to clear his thoughts, Will’s words seemed to tumble out of him, “Alright, I’m…you win” Will panted.
“You sure I’ve won?” James asked, knowing full-well that yes, he had indeed and obviously so because Will was currently withering against him like James’s touch was the best thing he’d ever felt—and it was. No one else in their group had made Will feel like James had done and that wasn’t to say that the others hadn’t tried nor did it mean that the others didn’t make him feel good because they did, extremely so, but James had a certain talent to him. In fact, James’s hand brushing against Will’s while they were making videos was enough to send him reeling generally. “You sure you don’t want to continue testing it?” He grinned as his hips moved against Will’s sensually.
Will nodded, his breathing growing heavier. “Yeah, yeah, look, there’s no need to be smug about it,” his hands tugged on James’s shoulders, pulling him closer so he could rut harder against James’s crotch, his legs falling further open, offering himself up for the taking, “look, either make me become your little needy slut or I’ll ask one of the other boys to come over.” It’s meant as a threat but really, Will hopes James never leaves, hopes he can spend eternity with the other man (not that he’d admit such a thing because James was far too smug as it is).
James pushes back, grinding on Will in a way that has the latter’s breath hitching. “Oh really? And what’s gonna happen when you invite someone else over, hm?” His breath tickles Will’s ear as he brushes his lips along it, biting devilishly on the lobe as he speaks. “Are you so sure that you’re not going to be thinking of me the whole time?”
“Oh please, that’s an awful lot of ego—”
“It’s true, though” James cuts in. “I have a feeling whoever it is won’t be able to make you feel quite as good, will they? Won’t be able to tease you like I do, make you beg like I can, fuck you as good as I will.”
Will looks at him, considering the words before recognising whatever argument he had was futile. James was right. James had always been the best at making him feel good (not to mention things he didn’t even know he could feel) and if he were to bring someone else in to replace him, his mind would be filled to the brim the entire time of lingering thoughts of James. So, he wasn’t exactly about to kick James out especially since he didn’t want to use somebody in favour of supposedly making James feel jealous. Additionally, he also didn’t want to miss out on whatever James had planned for him this fine morning.
He meets James’s gaze, eyes brimming with desire. “What are you going to do to me then?”
James hummed, lost in thought. “It depends; what do you want me to do?”
“This isn’t about what I want” Will sighed in irritation.
“I mean it is, well, it’s about consent for one—”
“You have that!” Will said exasperatedly, kissing James once more as if to solidify the fact. “You, James I’m not trying to be funny, you could punch me and I’d say thank you.”
James snorted at the idea. “No but you know, I don’t wanna make you feel like you have to do stuff or to be…I don’t know, to be good for me or anything for that matter.”
Will cupped James’s cheeks tenderly. “You don’t,” he murmured, “you’ve never made me feel that way, forced I mean, you’ve always been gentle and I trust you, always, I’ve always felt safe with you.”
James’s eyes softened at the words, his own face flushing at how genuine Will seemed. “I feel the same with you” he said, and it was honest. He’d never…he’d never felt such a level of trust with anyone.
“Good” Will whispers, pecking James on the lips and wrapping his legs back around his waist. “Now, the real question is Mr Marriott, are you going to take me to the bedroom?”
James giggled. “Are you going to make me?” He teased before seeing the absolutely lustful look in Will’s eyes. “I suppose I could take care of you, maybe, I’ll have to check my schedule first.” James added playfully.
“James,” Will said firmly, his breath hot against James’s shoulder that he was currently nuzzling into, “if you don’t break me right now with your pretty little words and your big strong hands, I’m going to fight you.”
James snorted. “Pretty words and big hands? Damn, Will, I didn’t know you knew poetry.”
Will flushed, hiding his face further in James’s neck. “Whatever, shut up, pretend I didn’t say it” he snapped.
“I’ll do no such thing” James declared, carrying Will in the direction of his bedroom. “And what do you mean fight me? As if you could beat me in a fight.” He placed Will back on his feet once they were in the bedroom, golden light streaming in through the blinds, honey shadows being casted against their skin.
“I so could” Will insisted. His hands went to James’s shoulders, trying to see if he could overpower the other by pushing him back against the wall.
He felt the air practically shift immediately, the weight of his reality seemingly tipping into something else entirely. It was all he could do to look up at the other man, a silent question forming between them. There’s something in James’s eyes that makes Will feel like if he gets too close, he’ll somehow fall into them and then be trapped there forever.
Not that he’d mind. James just about owns him anyhow.
And shit.
The very intensity he’d been trying to avoid by stamping down all his desires to submit for the man before him are seemingly back with a vengeance and he feels himself near suffocated it.
“You know,” James says softly and Will is ripped from his moment of enchantment, “if you want something, you need to tell me, that’s how it works.”
Will moves past him, towards the bed, his fingers playing with the corner of the duvet absentmindedly. He takes a breath, turning to look at James out of the corner of his eye. “How what works?” He asks then, instead of what he really wants to ask which more along the lines of, what would it take to get you to destroy me?
James moves closer and Will feels the heat of the man’s body before he touches him, the presence obvious even despite the fact that there’s still at least an inch between them, a hint of separation that feels like a mile. He briefly wonders if it’s going to feel this intense every single time James is near him.
“You know what” James murmurs, moving even closer to rest his chin on the top of Will’s head. Fucking hell. Every single time until they get this close, Will forgets, he fucking forgets how James towers over him still, how small the other can make him feel so quickly, how that physical power can switch so instantaneously like a scale being tipped. “If you want me to play with you then you have to say it.”
Will’s words catch in his throat and he shivers as firm yet gentle hands come to rest on his hips. His hips feel tiny then, swallowed up by James’s strong grasp circling them. The very words spoken by James are enough to start a fire within him, the smoke filling his lungs. It’s all he wants and all he’s ever needed, to simply be something to play with. No. Something for James to play with. It hits him then, how much he needs James more so than any other person, no one has ever had the power to make him feel the way James does, so safe yet set on fire at the same time, as though he’s being passed into comforting arms and thrown off the deep end in synchronicity.
“If you want me to control you…” James breathes in his air causing Will to shiver, James’s lips pressing against the nape of his neck, pulling his shirt back to reach the tender skin there. “If you want me to own you, use you, I need to hear it.”
Will knows James is asking for permission but it feels more like he’s asking another question entirely. Some kind of offering or promise. There’s nothing he yearns to agree to more. He takes one of James’s hands in his, lifting it off his hip and he feels the cold on his skin instantly, goosebumps emerging on his pale skin like flowers growing down his hip bone. He nods, the words failing him, too ready to agree to whatever and anything James is willing to give him that all the promises catch on his lips, tangling up together.
“I need to hear it, beautiful” James whispers. The word beautiful feels like a punch in the gut, sending trembles through Will’s every pore. “Can you tell me what you need?”
Will leans his head back against James, relishing in the feeling of James’s arms linking around his waist, holding him safely. “Whatever you’re willing to give me” the words gush out of him.
James hums, pressing his lips to Will’s temple once again. It’s all so sweet and tender and Will is sick of it. He’s burning from the inside out and he needs James to break him apart. “Is that what you need then? For me to take control of you?”
“All I’ve ever needed” Will confesses breathily. His skin tinges pink when James smiles against his neck.
“This is how you worship me then?” James asks. It should be playful, it’s spoken with enough humor that it should be, it should but Will is gasping for air all the same. He turns in James’s arms and he knows his face is probably bright red but he doesn’t care, too turned on to even think or breathe, his skin burning every time James brushes his fingers across his skin, a tantalising hand leading from his chest down his sternum.
Will’s breath hitches as James shifts their position, taking a seat on the edge of the bed.
“So,” James purred, “are you going to get on your knees for me?” He moves his legs further apart as if to draw more attention to the bulge that was quickly growing in his pants and Will’s eyes were drawn to it immediately.
Will tried not to drop to the floor too quickly so as not to convey how needy he was but James had already noticed, giggling quietly at the desperate look in Will’s eyes. It was all in vain anyhow because soon Will was tugging on James’s belt like his life depended on it. He didn’t even need James to tell him what to do, his mind was just spinning with thoughts of how to make the other feel good. The belt moved downwards as Will shucked it off and to the side, realising as he did so that James wasn’t even moving about to help him, simply letting Will serve him and okay, maybe that turned Will on just a little bit.
He glanced up as his hands reached for James’s boxers, his fingers dipping below the waistband. Will’s searched James’s face, waiting for permission. He grinned when James nodded, pulling his boxers down and freeing the other’s cock which was already half-hard. Will blushed somewhat as he took it in his hand to stroke it and coax James to full hardness, ignoring how he rather enjoyed the fact that James was bigger than he was. The thought of whether or not he had a size kink reached his mind but Will pushed it from the forefront of his thoughts, ignoring it in favour of leaning in to lick at the head of James’s cock, his lips trailing down the length before taking the whole thing in his mouth.
James gasped above him, his breath hitching as Will took in him deeper, humming around his length. His fingers laced through Will’s hair gently, testing more than anything. They tightened once Will looked up and him, nodding in permission around James’s cock, dipping up and down in tandem with the movement of Will’s head as the other set a delicious pace that was both too much and not enough at the same time.
“Mmm fuck, Will” James gasped as Will’s teeth trailed along the underside of his cock, tracing over a particularly sensitive spot.
The corners of Will’s mouth quirked up around James’s cock, pleased to be making the other feel good. And fuck, this is what he’d been missing for so long; to be the one pleasing James and not the other way around. He’d needed it, craved it so much and now that he finally had it, he almost seemingly had to hold on so he didn’t fall too deeply into the feeling of just how good it felt to be on his knees for the other man.
James leant back further on the bed, pushing his legs apart so Will had more room between them, his hand tightening every so often when Will did something with his tongue that sent a flutter through his nerves. He bit his lip, easing his grip in Will’s hair, trying not to lose himself too much so he didn’t become too rough on the man beneath him. His breathing quickly grew heavy as Will’s eyes met his and James held his gaze, the other’s looking so damn eager to please. It was the hottest thing he’d ever seen whilst Will happily lapped along his cock, his tongue working James so well that he had to wonder if Will’s mouth was built solely for this.
Then Will was moving backwards, pushing off him and James froze, worried he’d hurt the other man.
His words died on his tongue as Will cut him off. “Sorry, I—”
“Oh, hush” Will scoffed, looking up at him with hungry eyes. “Don’t you dare start apologising and being all sweet n’ sappy again. Why you being so gentle?”
James shifted under the intensity of Will’s eyes. Christ, even though he was technically the one in charge, Will had a way about him that just seemed to command the room. “Didn’t realise I was,” he murmured with a smirk, trying to be cool and suave and not like Will had been about to make him a come a moment ago, “do you want it rougher?”
Will rolled his eyes. “Oh don’t act like you don’t know the answer to that.”
“Well I need an answer regardless” James said simply, his hand tightening in Will’s hair once more. “Use your words, gorgeous.”
A pretty blush emerged on Will’s cheeks and James grinned at the sight. “I want you to fuck my mouth” Will whispered. The words spilling from his lips made him blush even more.
Yet, James continued to look down at him, making Will pout. “What do we say when we ask for something, baby?” James asked teasingly.
Will glared at him, biting his lip before conceding. “Please?”
James’s grin widened. “Since you asked so nicely” he said, taking Will by the hair again then pushing him back down towards his cock. Will took him back into his mouth eagerly, moaning around James’s length as James pushed him down as he thrust up, forming a steady rhythm as he chased after the feeling of that delicious wet heat.
All thoughts left Will as James thrust into his mouth, his mind a complete state of bliss as James continued to use him. A small part of him was kind of annoyed at himself for taking so long to give in to what he clearly wanted and needed but at least they were here now, with Will’s lips wrapped tightly around James’s cock, working his mouth feverishly, trying to make James come in his mouth. Or on his face, either way Will wants James to fucking use him, mark him up and make Will his. He’s so glad they’d gotten to this point because the few years of friendship before the tipping point had been complete agony of him trying to stifle down the ever-growing thoughts of how much he wanted James in each and every way possible and imaginable.
Fuck, James tastes so good.
There’s nowhere else Will would rather be right now then on his knees for James.
There’s nothing he’d rather do than make him come over and over if it means he’d be constantly pleasing the taller man.
There’s nothing he wants more than for James to use him like a toy again and again.
He glances up, his needy eyes meeting James’s and briefly wonders if James had felt the same way, if the other man was also mentally thanking the universe that their relationship had become what it was.
“F-fuck, you look so pretty like that, you know that?” James gasps, hips stuttering as Will swirls his tongue around the head of his cock, fucking into his mouth harder and faster. “Look so fucking pretty on your knees for me, you’re so—ahh—so good for me.”
Will’s heart flutters at the praise. It’s all too much but he needs more; he was so fucking willing to have James do whatever the hell he wanted to him, so ready to be used and to be good for the other man. He needed to be most well-behaved sub James had ever had, needs to know how good he is. A shiver of pleasure runs down his spine as James yanks on his hair, his thoughts turning muddled and dazed.
But then, his state of pleasure and submission quickly came to an end as James pulled Will off him causing Will to whine and chase after him, wanting to pull James back into his mouth.
James chuckled above him, pressing a finger to Will’s lips to silence any needy begs that threatened to emerge from Will’s mouth. Will flushed in embarrassment as he realised how desperate and pathetic he probably looked being so in need of James’s cock shoved down his throat. But at the same time, he couldn’t really care less. For the first time, in a long time, Will didn’t find himself feeling ashamed at how needy he was, or desperate to please or anything and he just knew it was because of James. The man had made him feel so safe and comforted that all those worried or shameful thoughts instantly dissipated from his mind and instead, he was left with full unbridled lust and devotion.
“You do such a good job pleasing me, don’t you?” James’s voice had dropped an octave, almost like a deep rumble that soothed the fire burning in Will’s gut. James always looked so beautiful in moments like these, his skin slightly flushed and pretty, his eyes sparkling and hungry with desire, the slight sheen of sweat just visible on his forehead, his pretty curls somewhat dampened by it. Fuck he’s hot, Will thought to himself for what seemed like the millionth time today.
Will tried and failed to conceal the proud look on his face, moving upwards when James beckoned for him to sit on his lap and he did so eagerly, his knees falling on either side of James’s thighs, perching himself like he belonged to the other. And he did, really and truly, it was one of those moments where he felt like he was made for James alone.
“I didn’t want to come just yet” James explained. He pulled Will into a kiss, swallowing Will’s whines and whimpers as his hands fell to his ass, palming and squeezing teasingly. “You were making me feel so good though” he murmured against Will’s lips when they pulled apart for air, drinking each other in.
Will smiled bashfully at the reassurance, hiding his face in James’s shoulder, nosing at the other’s hair. It was longer now that James’s mullet was growing out and he really liked it, loved it actually. He let one of his hands lace through James’s hair, the curls tickling his fingers as he sighed in content. “I love your hair” he whispered, his breath fluttering against the chestnut locks.
James giggled, tracing his fingers through Will’s hair to copy the action. “I love your hair too, gorgeous.”
Before Will could stop the words from bubbling out of him, they were already spoken, already a fact of the universe. “I love you.”
There was a moment of silence and Will felt his heart drop, knowing he couldn’t take the words back. They didn’t say them very often and each time they did they often pretended like they didn’t mean anything or that they were just casual. Whereas this, this was definitely more, Will completely whole-heartedly meant it this time around. Then James’s eyes all but sparkled like something out of a movie. “I love you too, so much, baby” he said, kissing Will again and again until they were both breathless.
“Oh yeah?” Will asked in challenge. “Why don’t you show me how much you love me then, huh?”
James quirked a brow at him. “Why don’t you make me?”
Will grinned, pushing off James’s lap so he could pull his clothes off, slowly and leisurely. He wasn’t entirely sure how one gave a strip tease; he’d never had much practice at it mind you but James seemed to like it, his eyes raking over Will’s pretty milky skin with hunger. Once his shirt and pants were off, he pulled his boxers down slowly, revealing his already hard cock. It was no surprise that he’d already gotten hard from the feeling of sucking James off alone.
James leant forward, grasping Will by the hips and pulling him on top of him before falling back onto the bed, both of them falling on each other with a soft huff. Will pawed at James’s shoulders, pulling at his shirt desperately until James finally removed the offending fabric, throwing it over his shoulder.
Will’s mouth ran dry, his hands splaying across James’s chest, feeling the muscle beneath. “Do you have any idea how hot you are?” Will asked, moving further up James’s body, feeling the other’s laughter beneath him as he legs fell on either side of the other’s hips. Will’s whole body heated up as he tentatively pressed his bare ass against James’s cock.
They both moaned lowly at the feeling and Will sat back up, his mind already swimming off the deep end at how intense everything felt.
“I may have some idea” James replied smugly, his hands coming up to rest on Will’s hips, pulling him down flush against him.
Will bit his lip as their cocks rubbed together. “Fuck, James” he gasped out, grinding down on James’s length. He glanced down, watching as their cocks moved together in a sensual dance, rutting together like they were made for each other. His own cock wasn’t exactly insignificant but James was still a fair size bigger and the size difference was really doing things to him.
He wanted James to overpower him physically as well as emotionally.
He wanted James to hold him down.
He wanted the man to take care of him.
He wanted James to use him.
He wanted James to make Will his.
James thrust up then, pulling Will down by his hips to meet him. Will whimpered, looking at James with lustful eyes who was grinning at him like he knew just how much of an effect he was having on Will. “What? You like that?” James asked, grinding their cocks together in a way that had Will’s whole body feeling like it had been lit on fire.
Will rolled his eyes. “Yeah maybe just a little” he muttered, sarcasm lacing his words.
The other only hummed, grinding harder against Will while pulling him down, his hands moving from Will’s hips to palm at his ass just as he was grinding against him. “Just a little, hm? So, this has no effect on you?” James chuckled as Will whined and whimpered at the feeling.
“James” Will said, warningly, moaning when James continued to grind against him, both their cocks quickly growing slick from the pre-come. “If you don’t—”
“Yeah, yeah, I know” James said fondly, pulling Will into a deep kiss and breathing hotly against his lips. “If I don’t roll you over and fuck you until you scream into the pillow, we’re going to have problems.”
Will blushed, spluttering over his words. “Well, I wouldn’t necessarily scream into the pillow.”
“You so would” James purred, kissing along Will’s collarbones. “Either way, bet I could make you.” He gave Will a devious look.
“Bet you couldn’t” Will challenged, his glare falling to mush when James grinded harder against him. His mouth fell open in a silent moan as James took both of their cocks in his hand, stroking them together. He thrust up into James’s hand before he could stop himself, losing himself in the sensation of having James’s cock moving against his.
James moved in to murmur against his ear, a feeling which Will was quickly growing to love. He had to hold back from nuzzling against the other, holding onto James’s strong shoulders for dear life, his hands slipping down James’s arms to palm at his biceps. And fuck, since when did James have such strong muscles? “Oh, I definitely could, gorgeous, especially considering how much you’ve already fallen apart for me.”
Will trembled under James’s words. It was true; he’d already begun feeling like he was burning from the inside out from James’s touches and he was craving more, desperate to have James make him feel all sorts of things that were too naughty to put to words. “Fine” he concedes and he hopes he sounds more determined than needy. “You want me to scream your name? Make me.”
“Thought you’d never ask” James utters and it’s so low that Will almost doesn’t hear it. James rolls them over so he’s suddenly on top and Will flushes under his strong gaze, his cheeks turning even more scarlet when James pulls his legs further apart and nestles between them like he belongs there and fuck, James really does belong there; it’s like he was made to be in charge of Will’s body and isn’t that a delicious thought? The very idea of James owning him and being in control of Will’s pleasure is enough to have his mind spinning. “You were very well-behaved for me earlier” James comments and he says it like it’s just a casual observation and not something that will make Will’s submissive-self tremble under the words. James eyes the pretty flush emerging on Will’s face. “You like being told how good you are for me, don’t you?”
Will looks positively bashful as his hands trace lines across James’s chest. “So what if I do?” He mutters. “It’s not what you say, anyway, it’s how you say it.” He doesn’t know why those words leave his mouth but they do.
James grins at him. “Oh?”
“It’s just that…” Will bites his lip and looks away.
James tuts at the action, taking Will’s chin in hand and pulling his face back to look at him. “Look at me, baby, what is it?” James’s voice is so gentle yet strong and it feels like honey to Will’s ears.
“You have a hot voice” Will mumbles.
“Do I?” James beams, leaning down to mouth at Will’s ear, placing kisses along the sensitive skin. “You like it, huh? Like it when I tell you how good you’re being?” James is clearly playing up the sensual sound of his voice but Will isn’t exactly complaining. Instead he’s leaning into both the feeling of James’s lips on his jaw and the gentle lull of his voice peppering praises at him.
Will turns to capture James’s mouth with his. “How good am I exactly?” He breathes out against James’s lips. His eyes fall shut as James runs his teeth along all the most sensitive places on his neck, dipping lower to trail along his shoulder. “S-shit James” he stammered, eyes peeking open to look at the other man blearily.
James smirked down at him, leaning on his elbow, eyes trailing the length of Will’s body. There was something about the way he was just looking at Will, a devilish smile forming on his handsome face, that was just so fucking hot to Will and he trembled under James’s gaze. He saw James wink at him then there was a hand squeezing the base of his cock. Will moaned lowly, hips bucking up desperately. Will was hopelessly trying to hold in his noises, swallowing down all the whines that threatened to spill out of him. It was one thing to give into the temptation of having James dominate him but it was another to be so obvious about how he was already half way towards slipping into vastly more submissive territory. He didn’t need James to know how much of an effect he was having on him simply by looking at him with that sexy smile of his.
James squeezes him again and Will can’t hold back the keen that leaves his lips. He pulls James into another kiss, trying to hide his moan as James’s hand trails down the length of his cock, his fingers playing with the head, thumbing over the slit and make pre-come bead at the tip.
Will felt his breath catch in his throat as James brought his hand back up, licking Will’s pre-come off his fingers, his eyes never leaving Will’s.
“Fucking hell, James” Will breathed, letting out a pleasured sigh when James leaned in to lick down his chest, his tongue sweeping over his nipples. He braced himself on his elbows, watching as James descended further down his body, his tongue trailing down his abs, ghosting across his v-line. Fuck, fuck, he’s gonna suck my cock and I’m not going to last if…
“Wanker” Will said with a slight snort when James completely missed his cock, his tongue dipping below it to lick over his balls. “What? I suck your cock but you won’t suck mine? You usually do, what gives—ah fuck—” Will’s words completely left him as James suddenly licked across his hole, tongue dipping inside slightly before swirling around the sensitive skin.
“Sorry I didn’t quite catch that” James chuckled when he let up momentarily before his tongue darted back over Will’s hole, tonguing him open with fervour.
“I was say—mmm—saying you’re a wanker” Will whimpered, his hands fisting in the sheets. “Please, James, please can you use your fingers?” His cheeks flushed with embarrassment as the question fell from his lips. Of course, there was nothing he wanted more in that moment than for James to fuck him senseless but he didn’t want to appear so needly. It was too late anyway, what with the way James was moving off him, the bed dipping as he fumbled about in the nightstand, smiling victoriously when he presented the lube to Will. “Are you gonna fuck me or what?” Will giggled.
James captured his mouth once more in a searing kiss. “Mm, do you want me to?” He murmured against his lips, hands lacing through Will’s hair.
Will didn’t hesitate to wraps his legs around James, their cocks rutting together. “Please” he begged. “Want you so bad.”
He felt James’s lips curl up against his and knowing James was smiling at how needy he seemed made his cock twitch, his hips grinding up once more. He made a frustrated noise at the back of his throat when James’s hands found his hips, holding him down effortlessly.
“That so?” James hummed, one hand holding Will against the mattress and the other toying with his hair leisurely. The hand that was once in Will’s hair trailed down, finding his cock again, teasing him with the lightest of touches.
Will nodded feverishly. “Yes, please just—” He took a deep breath, looking into James’s pretty caramel eyes. “Want do you want? Me to beg you or some shit? I’ve already given myself up to you.”
And it was true, both physically and emotionally. Will was James’s, that much was clear, no matter how often he tried to replicate the feeling of being controlled by the other men in his life.
“Oh you were acting so perfect before” James said teasingly. “Why are you so bratty again all of a sudden, huh? Are you embarrassed?”
Will flushed at the words. “I’m not embarrassed, I’m horny, and I would really appreciate being fucked right about now—” He gasped as a lubed finger suddenly prodded at his hole, teasing the tender flesh. He hadn’t even noticed James open the lube or squirt some on his fingers for that matter, too engrossed in the way James’s eyes looked in the midmorning sunlight.
“You’re embarrassed” James sing-songed, booping Will on the nose who in turn smacked his hand away angrily. “Ooh someone’s feisty today.” James pulled the hand that had attempted to bat him away above Will’s head, holding it there with one hand. Will was a little bit annoyed that James was constantly stronger him, well annoyed and turned-on that is, mostly turned-on, okay, entirely turned-on. His finger entered Will gently, moving slowly, in no rush whatsoever.
Will moaned, biting into his free hand (the one James didn’t have currently pinned down in a position he enjoyed a little too much) to conceal his noises. That was until James abruptly tugged it away, pulling it up to join the other one in a make-shift bondage.
“Wanna hear you” James murmured. “C’mon gorgeous, you sound so pretty, show me how good I’m making you feel.”
His eyes fluttered shut as he thrust back against James’s hand, a second finger joining the first then a third as James scissored his fingers inside him, stretching him open so deliciously. The moans left Will freely now, breathily telling James how good it felt. Will’s mouth fell open, head falling back against the pillows as James’s fingers grazed over his prostate, moans spilling from his lips. He fucked himself back on James’s hand, using the other’s fingers like a toy. Fuck, fuck, fuck, if James didn’t take his fingers out of him, he’d come any moment now.
“James” Will warned. “James, please.”
“What is it, baby?” James whispered. “What do you need?”
Will rolled his eyes at the question, taking James by the chin and forcing him to look at him, all but falling apart on James’s fingers. “Need you to fuck me now” he begged. “Please, James, I need it.”
James’s eyes darkened, lust clouding them. “Is that all you need, hm? Just someone to fuck you senseless?”
He shook his head feverishly. “It’s not that; I need you, James, fuck, just—” He gasped as James’s fingers stretched within him once more. “I need you to hold me down and fuck the shit out of me, can you do that?”
James chuckled. “I think that can be arranged.”
Will whimpered as James pulled his fingers out and replaced them with the head of cock, brushing against Will’s hole, not pushing in just yet, just teasing. He grasped James’s shoulders, desperately trying to pull him closer. “Please.”
“Say it” James demanded then.
“What?” Will frowned.
James grinned. “That I made you be good for me.”
Will flushed. “Okay fine, you win” he conceded, glaring at James when the man didn’t push in still.
“Say it.” That devilishly sexy smirk was back and Will wants the damn thing tattooed in his brain, already knowing he’s going to be using the memory alone to get off later.
But then it hits him that he doesn’t need to rely on memory anymore.
He glances up at James, sensing the promise in those pretty brown eyes.
“You’ve made me—” Will cuts himself off, reframing his words. “You can make me do anything, and I’ll…fucking hell, James I’ll say yes, you can make me do anything, okay? I’m yours to do whatever with, to play with, whatever.”
James’s face softens, his smirk turning to a gentle smile as he leans down to kiss Will deeply, wrapping Will’s further around him with strong hands under his thighs. Will’s eyes fall shut, head falling back against the pillow as James enters him slowly. He’s felt this before, it’s not even the first time James has fucked him, not technically anyway but those times had always been Will riding James, using him like a toy until he was rendered to a withering mess below him grasping the sheets for stability and Will had grinned down at him, riding him harder until he came for the millionth time.
This was more than just a change in position or power, this was something else entirely and Will couldn’t articulate it as James bottomed out, both of them letting out a soft moan at the feeling.
“You gonna break me or what?” Will asks, grinning lazily at James, his fingers tracing circles across his chest. “Come on, fuck me like you mean it.”
James rolls his eyes, pushing back and thrusting into him. Will hates how just a simple act has him biting his lip already, eyes rolling back in his head, hands reaching to tug on the sheets, nearly ripping them off the mattress because James is moving now in a way that has his mind spinning like he’s waking up from a dream.
And fuck maybe he is because it’s never felt this intense ever, whether with James or anybody else for that matter.
“You ready?” James asks then and Will’s eyes snap open, his eyes questioning.
He nods, not entirely sure what he’s supposed to be ready for, he’s already got James so deep inside him that he’s feels as though he’s being remoulded around the other’s cock. But then James is pulling out, nearly all the way and slamming back in. The moan that erupts from Will’s lips borders on a keen, his fingernails raking over James’s back and he knows he’s leaving marks but he couldn’t care less, hell, he fucking wants to, wants the world and the stars surrounding to know that James is his. It’s the other way around though really, Will knows. Will is James’s.
“Ah fuck—” Will nearly screams out, thrusting back against James, pouting when strong hands move off him. He’s about to complain, beg to be held down and used but James is speaking, practically ripping the fantasy right from Will’s filthy mind. He’s broken already, he just hopes James shows enough mercy to put him back together.
“Arms above your head” James demands, grinning when Will is ever so quick to follow, his hands going behind the pillow, framing his head. “So obedient.” James really needs to stop saying such things so casually like they mean nothing because they mean everything to Will.
“I like being obedient” Will confesses, making a noise that sounds like mmph when James’s thrusts speed up, fucking him into the mattress. “For you” he adds because that part is important, crucial even. He’s not about get on his knees for anyone else after his, he knows it, all the compass points directing him back to James. “Fuck, fuck, James” he whimpers, trying to fuck himself back on James’s cock but he’s held in place with a single hand on his hip. One hand, that’s all that it takes to keep Will in place and at James’s mercy. The realisation makes him feel like he’s boiling. “Harder” he begs, pleads, he can’t do anything but beg for James to pull him apart harder and faster. “James, please.”
James doesn’t, instead the fucker seems to slow down, his thrusts slow and shallow, almost leisurely fucking into Will who in turn has been reduced to a mere toy for James’s pleasure. It’s fucking hot is what it is and Will’s arms are falling back down before he can stop them, grasping James around his back, trying to pull him down harder. James doesn’t hesitate to yank his hands back up and Will moans so James holds him down, his hands around Will’s wrists.
“James, I swear if you don’t fuck me harder right now, I’ll…” Will’s words fall into a whine and he takes in heavy gulps of air. He feels so fucking full, fuller than he’s ever been even when he’s riding James and he can’t place the difference unless of course it’s something in the way James’s whole body is holding him down and in place, Will shielded entirely by James’s form.
“You’ll what?” James teases. “You’ll get up and leave, huh? Like hell you would.” Will shouts as James suddenly spreads his legs further and higher, his cock grazing against his prostate with every slow and lazy thrust. “We both know you’d never leave, at least not until I’ve made you mine.” His free hand laces through Will’s hair, tangling in the soft locks and pulling on them. Will whines so he does it again and again until Will is canting his hips and James squeezes his hip, pressing him back down against the mattress. “This is what you needed, isn’t it?” James purrs, his hips rolling almost sensually against Will’s ass. “All these years of you pretending that you have some kind of control over me, that you’re the one with all the power here when we both know you’ve wanted it the other way all this time. How many times have you had to get one of the other lads to fuck you just to compensate for it?”
James’s question borders on possessive and Will fucking loves it.
“All of them” Will admits quietly. “No one of them could—mm fuck, yes that, can you do that again, please, fuck, please?” Will’s mouth falls open at a particularly good thrust.
“What that?” James pretends to sound innocent as his next thrust nearly makes Will come on the spot. “Is it that you like or this?” James is asking as though he doesn’t know, as though Will isn’t squirming beneath him, his lip turning purple from how hard he’s biting on it to keep himself from screaming.
He’s going to come.
So fucking hard if James doesn’t stop which is ridiculous because the man hasn’t even gone faster or harder yet like he’d been begging for. Will is going to get off on just the feeling of James’s achingly shallow thrusts and nothing else.
“James, I’m gonna come” Will warns, heating coiling in every inch of him.
“Oh no you’re not” James says, nuzzling against Will’s neck and ear. “Not until I say you can.”
Will grasps the sheet beneath the pillow. He’s going to rip it any second now if James doesn’t stop. “Nnnghhh James, you don’t—fuck—you don’t understand, if you don’t fucking stop I’m going to come like right the fuck now.”
James nips along his neck, murmuring against his skin. “If you’ll do, I’ll have to punish you.”
“Fine, I don’t care, I’m gonna, I’m gonna—” Will tries to pull himself up but it’s hard with the position he’s in. James pushes him back (of course he does) and Will can only give in to the sensation of being used and controlled, so lovingly though too like James is somehow cherishing him but making him his too.
“Surely I shouldn’t have to punish you, baby” James says, brushing his hand through Will’s hair. “Especially not after you’ve been so good for me already. So well-behaved,” his hand trails down, teasing the head of Will’s cock, “so perfect for me, so obedient and good.”
Will barely hears the last part because it’s then that his vision goes white and he comes on James’s cock, clenching around him.
He’s good.
He’s well-behaved.
The perfect submissive.
It’s all too fucking much.
He feels hands manoeuvring him around and he lets them, moaning as his body rocks with the aftershocks of his orgasm.
He hears James’s laughter against him as he eyes open, finally, the world slowly coming back to him. “Naughty boy” James chuckles. “Thought you were going to be good?”
“Mm, guess you couldn’t make me as well as you thought you could” Will pants, looking down curiously when he notices he’s been manhandled into James’s lap, his hole brushing back over James’s cock. He lets out a shocked moan as James pulls him down, filling him once again.
“I think you need a lesson in discipline” James notes, tugging him down until his cock is all the way in and Will flushes, all the sweet spots inside him that have turned sensitive from having come already getting once again brushed over with every twitch of James’s dick. “Move how I tell you to” James orders then looks at Will, questioningly. “Color?”
“Green” Will gasps, planting his hands on either side of James to hold himself up.
“Good, lift up” James says, nodding in encouragement when Will does. “That’s it, now down, slowly, not all the way, there you go, like that.”
Will lets out a heavy breath and he follows again with what James is telling him to do. When he goes to ride the man faster, James halts him with strong hands on his hips. “James, I—”
“Shh” James whispers. “Did I say you could go faster?”
“No but—”
“Then nothing” James snaps, his fingers tracing along Will’s lip, one entering his mouth to cover Will’s squeal of pleasure as James’s dick teases his prostate again. “You do what you’re told.”
“Or what?”
“I’ll spank you until you scream.”
There’s a moment of silence then James is smirking and Will turns bright red. He looks down, spying the trail of pre-come that’s dribbling down the length of his cock that has already risen to full attention once again.
“Like that thought, baby?” James purrs. “That’s good, take it all the way now, good.”
Will pouts as he follows again. “Can I go faster, please?” He begs. “I need more, c’mon, I just need it like—”
James tuts at him. “This about your pleasure or mine?”
“Yours” Will relents.
“Good.” James tucks his arms behind his head, looking at Will through his pretty lashes, his expression blissful. “Wanna see you make me feel good.”
Will moans at the words, realising finally what this is supposed to be. He’s getting used like a fucking fleshlight for god’s sake, all for James’s pleasure.
“That’s good, just like that” James pulls him down harder and Will feels like the air has been knocked out of him. “You like that, don’t you? Like it when I use you?”
He nods, mouth hanging open as he pushes down harder when James tells him, moving up when told to.
Up when told to.
Down when told to.
Being used.
Nothing but a toy.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
Any minute now Will’s going to come again and he knows he’s not going to be able to stop it.
By some fucking miracle, he feels James twitch inside him and he looks down, his mouth running dry at the sight of James’s face contorting in pleasure.
“Mmm, Will, yesss—!” James trembles beneath him as he comes, filling Will up and that’s enough to send Will over the edge also, getting off on the feeling of being used, of being played with, of being told he’s good. “So good, so good” James mumbles, his words finally coming back to him and it’s as though he’s reading Will’s mind, praising him so perfectly as Will comes apart on his dick.
Will pants for breath, falling back against James with a shudder, his cock twitching, come trailing down his thigh. “Holy fucking shit” he whimpers, leaning his head against James’s chest, feeling the rapid rise and fall as James’s breath comes back to normal.
“Yeah” James pants.
A moment that feels like centuries passes as Will lies limp against James, his eyes trailing to the window, watching with fond admiration as rain slowly descends down the glass, making a million reflections of light appear.
It’s around midday now, the sky parting with rain that seems to come to wash away whatever had happened within the safety of James’s bed.
“We should probably shower” James mumbles, pulling back slightly to grimace at how sticky they are.
Will hums in agreement, pulling himself up on shaky arms, his muscles sore from holding himself up. He’s worn out from use, he realises with a deep blush. He lets James take his hand gently, pulling him off the bed and towards the shower where he’s promptly told to wait while James runs the bath. The water spilling into the bath makes a whimsical sense of calmness pass through him. Will sighs, leaning back against the tiled wall, dazed.
“You okay, gorgeous?” James asks, gently trailing his hands down Will’s arms.
“’M good” Will mumbles.
“You want to sit in the bath?”
“Yeah.”
“Want me to wash you?”
“Fuck yes.”
The rain is falling heavier now. It’s nothing short of the average British day but Will loves it, loves how tranquil everything feels as he sits down between James’s legs. Leaning back against James, Will feels exhaustion wash over him.
“I love you” James murmurs.
“Mm, love you too” Will says, leaning back to nuzzle underneath James’s chin.
“I meant it, I…Will, I want you to be mine, only.”
“I am, always have been.”
“Will—”
“Deep down already, I’ve…I don’t know, I’ve always tried to find you in the others but I couldn’t and that’s stupid anyway, I only want you, I only ever wanted you, you’re the only one who can piss me off then make me get on my knees three seconds later.” He shivers as James tangles his fingers in his hair.
“But would you be fine with it? To give yourself to me only?”
“James, I meant it when I said you own me.”
“Maybe I didn’t hear you properly, can you repeat that?”
“Wanker.”
“That’s a funny way to pronounce I like it when you dominate me.”
“Fucking asshole and yeah, maybe I do.”
“Good.” James kisses his temple and Will turns, craning his neck to kiss him properly before pulling away with a pleasured sigh.
They lean in under the water deeper as though falling into the depths of a newfound sense of trust and comfort. James looks down at Will questioningly when the man offers no other remarks.
Will is sound asleep.
In his arms.
James’s heart practically bursts as he cradles Will against him. He might as well be carrying the universe in his arms. He is, he own, special universe, his whole world in one man.
He tries to quiet his own breathing so he doesn’t wake Will as he cards his hand through the man’s hair like he’d been doing earlier. There’s a gentle sigh as Will nuzzles even further into the crook of James’s neck which he takes a sign of approval and so he does it again, watching with fond admiration as Will’s pretty locks trail through his fingers like honey being twirled around a spoon. Will’s arm tightens around James’s waist so James pulls him impossibly closer, both of them seemingly about to cave into one another but James doesn’t mind. There’s nowhere else he’d rather be.
He doesn’t know why but as his eyes trail out through the window, across the soft glow of the rain tracing shadows against old apartment blocks, his lips find Will’s forehead, pressing a tender kiss just beneath his fringe.
Will gives a low hum and James grins, pulling back to lay properly against the edge of the bath.
James sees how cute Will looks when he’s asleep, how calm and at peace, pure serenity etched on his face.
James sees how the orange hues of rain-spun light dance against Will’s hair.
James sees how pretty Will’s face looks downturned like this, how long his eyelashes are.
But what James doesn’t see is when he leans in again to kiss Will’s forehead once more and then pulls back, eyes closed and ready fall back into the gentle embrace of the water, Will smiles also because he wasn’t actually asleep yet either.
Later that night, after take-out and videogames sprung with playful teasing and kisses, though they’d gone to bed early, they both sleep the full night, they’re dreams adorned with thoughts of one another.
FIN.