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Then he was back, kissing Daniel, reaching between their bodies to line them up. The sensation of his head against Daniel's entrance had his heart beating hard and Daniel savored the sweet moment-before-a-moment quality of it all, that very last second of deep want that was only made better by the knowledge that Will was finally about to be in him, fucking him.

Will kept the look of concentration on his face as he pressed in slowly, steadying himself with one hand and holding Daniel's thigh with the other. He felt tremendous even after the prep they'd gone through, all of Will's slow care—but it wasn't too much, wasn't painful. As Will pressed in, pleasure radiated through Daniel. Finally, finally he could feel a small shade of satisfaction.

Halfway through the first stroke, Will moaned, high and broken, and his mouth fell open as he looked down at Daniel.

"Is it good, daddy?"

"God, Daniel," Will breathed out. "The best. You're so fucking tight."

He sank in deeper, further than his fingers had gone, and Daniel felt himself relaxing around Will's length. He couldn't feel the ring at all anymore and wondered if he would feel it at all after the first stroke.

And then finally Will was sheathed, his hips fitted up against Daniel. He let some of his weight fall on Daniel, and the reality of Will there, in bed with him, filling him up, was almost more than Daniel could take. It felt so good and somehow so right to be there with him, to be under him, and Will above him made him more aware of his size, his narrowness there in the bed in comparison to Will.

"Are you OK, baby?" Will asked, pausing at the bottom of the stroke, maybe waiting for Daniel to give him the go-ahead.

"I'm good—I'm perfect—"

"You are," Will said, shaking his head slightly. "You really are." A smile broke across his face, a pure white slash of happiness that sent a searing feeling through Daniel's chest. Will was so goddamn handsome—and he was here. He really was.

"Please, don't stop," Daniel begged.

Will nodded, still smiling, and began to move his hips, withdrawing slowly and so far that Daniel panicked and reached out to hold Will by the hips, not wanting him to pull out, not wanting to lose that sensation of fullness that he'd waited so long for. But Will didn't pull out, and at the last second he changed directions, rocking back into him.

Daniel moaned when a strange sensation went through him, the incredible feeling of some additional ridge at his entrance. It took him a moment to realize he was feeling Will's cock ring again as he pressed in. It was novel and wonderful.

* * *

Will feltlike he was in some sort of waking dream, as if everything was simply too good to be true. He wasn't going to be able to last long like this, stroking into the narrow body below him, watching the expressions of pleasure develop, appear, and then dissolve on Daniel's face.

Will hadn't been lying before. It would've been easy enough to finish them both without any sex at all. Daniel sucking him off enthusiastically had been enough to almost push him over the edge and this—this was so much that all of his nerves seemed to be firing at random, everything on overdrive.

The most remarkable thing happened then: Daniel started crying again.

"Are you—"

"It's so good, daddy," Daniel said, his voice oddly thick because of the sheen of tears.

The sight of Daniel strung out and blushing, crying, shouldn't have been as beautiful as it was. The whole picture was like something that belonged in a museum and it was difficult not to stop stroking into Daniel and just sit there, admiring the way that fat tears freed themselves and rolled down his cheeks, creating twin tracks that shone in the dim light even as the tears disappeared under the crest of his jawline.

"Please, it's so good—"

Daniel grabbed for Will's hips, encouraging him to continue. And so Will gave him what he wanted, still rolling his length into Daniel as he tried to memorize the track of every droplet, the way that Daniel's eyes flashed almost golden behind the gloss of tears.

* * *

It wasthe most incredible thing for Daniel to be able to let go, to let himself be completely seen in that moment. He didn't have to worry about what Will would think of him. He didn't have to worry about what would come next. Will was there and he was taking perfect care of Daniel.

Each stroke had Daniel spiraling closer to his own orgasm. After all of the teasing, the rollercoaster of emotions he’d been through since he first got the text from Will, his release was closer than he wanted. Though he would never tell Will to slow down now that he was finally getting what he wanted, Daniel was already lamenting the fact that soon it would all be over.

He didn’t want it to end. He didn’t want to let go of Will.

Daniel grabbed him tighter, pulling Will down until the lengths of their bodies, their cheeks were pressed together. Will smelled like bourbon and lime and some musk that was all his own. Daniel hissed as Will’s stubble scraped against his jaw, as the lengths of their skin slid against each other, and Will pulled back only long enough for Daniel to have one glimpse of his sleepy blue eyes, half-wild and lit up with the type of passion that simply can’t be faked—and then he was kissing Daniel again, crashing together with him as Will rocked his full length into Daniel.

Daniel groaned into their kiss, dragging fingernails down Will’s back, neither of them caring if he left a mark. His whole world was full up with Will and he didn’t want it to end.

He whimpered as Will slowed after a moment, sitting back and creating more space between their bodies.

“Please—”

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