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It has been over 3 weeks since they last saw each other. Cuddling on the couch with a movie neither of them were paying attention to quickly turned into heavy moans and sighs.
Will has James bent over the couch armrest - the plush material keeping James’s hips steady and trapped by Will’s consistent rhythm. James groans in frustration as Will gives him a few lazy thrusts and then suddenly stops.
There is a firm tap on his hips - signaling for him pay attention. "Ge’ on the floor pet… no no face the otha’ way"
James is in a daze, not really caring what Will asks him to do, as long as he gets that magnificent cock inside of him again. He gets down on the floor on his hands and knees, arching his back in anticipation. His wish is granted easily as Will starts another steady rhythm - expertly finding his prostate. James is pliant and relaxed under him, bouncing back on Will's cock with every thrust.
As he gets lost in his own pleasure once more, Will leans close to his ear and whispers, "A'm gonna need ya to crawl forward for us". All the while he strokes James's cock firmly as almost some type of encouragement.
James moans at the sensation of Will’s breath in his ear and those delicate hands - very much persuaded to listen. He barely registers the words, agreeing to whatever Will wants as long as he keeps on hitting his prostate.
"Good boy..." Will says as he leans back up, sliding his knee in between James's spread legs and pushing him forward. James catches himself from face planting into the floor - back flexing as he walks his hands forward followed by his knees to fix the position.
As soon as James finds his position - Will does it again. His cock keeping pace and not giving James a break as he staggers forward. A hand comes up to grip firmly at his hair to get his attention.
"Did I not ask you to crawl pet?"
Will poses the question lightheartedly but smacks James's ass anyways to drive his point across. James short circuits as his limbs follow the instruction - words finally making sense to his fucked out brain. He crawls slowly on the floor as Will follows behind. He pushes James forward with his hips and his thrusts - making sure to keep James on the right path. ‘Fuck’ James’s mind melts in the struggle to keep going - Will somehow still hitting his prostate. He feels incredibly full - Will’s angle changing in delicious ways as he moves.
They are half way to the bedroom when Will softly growls "Yeah..that's ah good dog" as he spreads James’s ass and slips a finger alongside his own cock into his tight hole.
James is a moaning mess, he doesn't care about coming anymore as long as Will keeps him full.