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"Will, do you actually have any idea how to do this?" Nico asks, a disbelieving tone in his voice. Will sits on the floor surrounded by screwdrivers, nails, huge planks of wood, and Ikea manuals. He looks very confused and unsure of himself. Will reads the instructions, biting his lip, his eyebrows furrowed. He's attempting to build a bed for the new bedroom. Clearly, it's not going as well as planned.
"Of course I do, Neeks. Have some faith, " he says, then goes back to mumbling to himself frustratedly. "So... This goes here... Wait, no. This goes into this one."
Nico shrugs and decides he has better things to do than make fun of his boyfriend. The boxes need to be unpacked, and the new apartment needs to be swept and vacuumed. The windows are dirty and the cabinets are half broken.
He stands in the middle of the kitchen, hands on his hips, deciding what task he will conquer first. Cleaning the floor, for sure. Nico gets out the vacuum and plugs it in, spending half an hour scouring the apartment floor, defeating the dust bunnies and particles of dirt dragged in from outside.
He throws open the windows and plays some music that he and Will both like, The Cure, Wallows, Conan Gray, and of course Taylor Swift. Will proudly admits that he's her biggest fan, though Nico wouldnt admit it out loud. Originally, he hadn't been a big fan. But after spending hours in a car with Will in traffic, mercy to his music taste, Taylor has grown on Nico. He's a big fan of her Reputation album.
"Hey," Will sighs, walking into the kitchen.
"How it's going in there?" Nico asks him.
"Umm, it's going good..." He says although it's not very convincing. Will grabs a glass from a moving box and puts it under the sink faucet, turning it on. Brown water spurts out of it and gushes everywhere. He yelps and jumps back, shielding his face from the water.
"Shit," Will curses, running towards the sink and quickly turning the water off. Nico stares at him, his eyes wide and lips holding back a smile. "Oh, shut up," He says when he sees the black-haired boy's mouth open and quiet laughter spill out.
"We'll have to talk to the landlord about this," Will sighs.
"Yeah, I call not it," Nico says.
The blonde rolls his eyes, and walks over to his boyfriend, pulling him in for a hug.
"Ew!" Nico screeches, "You smell like sewer water."
"I just want to hug you," Will pouts.
"The shower water is clean," Nico says, pointing towards the bathroom accessible from the bedroom. "Just remember to keep the door open. The Owner says that the steam will ruin the fresh paint."
Will nods and cranes his neck as far as it can go away from his smelly shirt so Nico will kiss him, which he does. It's a small peck, but even that still gives Nico butterflies.
Will walks down the hallway and Nico stands alone in the open space of the apartment. It's their first apartment together, and the two have been waiting for this day for a long while. Of course, they both had their own apartments before this but would spend more time together at one than the other. They've been flirting with the idea of sharing a home, but this is their first time truly committing to it. Besides, what's the point of each paying rent for an apartment when they can just get one together. But really, it was the fact that they couldn't see each other with anyone else. This was it for them. It has been Nico and Will since they were fourteen. In love for eight years. It was about time they lived together, and each has known it for a while.
Nico sneezes from the lingering dust that he can't seem to get rid of. His throat is a little sore and his nose is itchy from breathing it in all day. The kitchen sink might not work, but the bathroom one does. Nico grabs a cup from a random box on the counter. He walks through the bedroom, examines the half-assembled bed that Will has put together, and admits that it does look pretty good. He then continues into the bathroom where he comes face to face with Will's naked body. Well, the backside of it. He forgot the shower had a glass door, the one fancy aspect of the apartment. Will's phone plays music which drowns out the sound of Nico's quiet footsteps.
His mouth goes dry when Will turns to the side. Will doesn't seem to notice him watching, not when he slathers soap on his cock, stroking it in a suggestive way. Niko feels his own hardening in his pants, and spins on his heels, walking away swiftly, deciding that he no longer needs water.
...
"What do you want?" Wills yells down the hall.
"What?" Nico shouts back.
"From the Chinese restaurant down the street?" Will answers from the bedroom.
"Uh... Get me whatever. I'll eat anything, I'm starving."
"Sounds good," Will responds, and the inaudible sound of him talking on the phone starts.
Nico continues to unpack the silverware into the designated drawer, when Will walks up from behind him and wraps his arms around his waist, resting his chin on the Italian boy's head.
"Have I told you how happy I am to be moving in with you?" He asks. Nico reaches back and threads his hands through Will's hair.
"Tell me again," Nico says.
Will leans his head down and places kisses down his boyfriend's neck, gently, sweetly sucking on the sensitive skin. Nico shivers and arches his neck back. Will swirls his tongue on his adam's apple and Nico's breathing becomes quick.
"What do you say about me and you christening the new bed tonight? How about the counter? And the shower too?" Will groans, "I know you saw me in the shower, you little slut, and we've both been thinking about it all day." He uses his knee to knock his lover's legs apart.
"God damn it, Will," Nico gasps, his voice shaking, "Just take me to the bedroom and fuck me already."
"Fuck, you don't know how much I want to feel you around me," Will hisses. Nico throws his head back and stares at the ceiling. "I'm going to suck on you until you're screaming my name and cumming so hard it soaks through the sheets and seeps into the new mattress. And then I'm going to lick the excess out of you and use it to fuck you so fucking hard you're not going to be able to walk for weeks."
"Fu-huck," Nico moans, "God Will, where did you learn to talk like that?"
"It's just how I feel, darling."
"Will, just do it already!" Nico growls. The raging hard-on in his pants is aching and weeping.
"I can't," he says abruptly. "I have to go get the food. It should be ready by now."
"Wha-"
"Goodbye, love," Will smiles, giving his boyfriend a peck on the lips, and leaves before he can say anything else.
The front door slams shut and Nico stands in the middle of the apartment, gaping and wondering how he could be the luckiest, yet the unluckiest man in the world.
...
Nico sits on the granite counter waiting for Will to get home. The sun has set and it's an inky blue outside. One of the overhead lights doesn't work, so Nico lit some candles. He reads a book, his favorite one, The Picture of Dorian Gray. It has been his favorite book since he read it at school in Italy. The pages are crumpled and filled with writing and notes.
The door opens and walks in, holding a take-out bag, and a bunch of roses wrapped in newspaper.
"Hi love," Will smiles, leaning in to kiss his boyfriend.
"What are you doing?" Nico asks hesitantly, his eyes wide like a deer.
"I'm kissing you," Will says. "And I brought you flowers... Because I try to be a good boyfriend?" He phrases it like a question as if he doesn't understand why Nico is unsure.
"I see that..."
"Nico," Will laughs, "It's okay. What's wrong love?"
Nico shakes his head. "Nothing, nothing, I just- Oh never mind, come here please." He pulls Will into a hug, and tucks his head into the crook of his neck.
"Ugh, why do you always take so long- A-a-ahhh."
Will kneads Nico through his pants.
"Will, please, please do it this time, please," Nico begs, his chest heaving quickly. Will smirks and takes off his boyfriend's shirt, his warm and big hands traveling up Nico's chest.
"Holy fuck Nico," he gasps, "How do you just walk around every day looking like this. It's a miracle I'm not inside of you every second of every minute. It's absurd that someone can look this hot, and so, so unfair that I can't have you all to myself. I don't want anyone else to even look at you; so much as breathe in your direction. I want to ruin all those who look at you because everyone who does is probably imagining you underneath them and your pretty little moans. And I don't like to share what belongs to me."
"Will," Nico gasps, "I'm all yours."
"I want to bite and suck all over your body, all up to your neck and wrists and stomach, anywhere that someone else might see. And I want them to know you're mine. I want to mark my name on your thighs."
"T-take this off," Nico pleads, weakly grabbing at Will's shirt. Will does as Nico asks, shucking it off and pressing his chest onto his. He gently pushes his boyfriend onto the cool granite counter, and Nico shivers as his back touches the cold stone.
Will smoothly hoists himself onto the counter, moving to straddle Nico.
"You're so fucking hot," he purrs, unbuckling Nico's belt and pulling down his jeans and boxers in one go. Nico's erection springs free, and Will gazes at it lustfully. Nico arches his back and bows off the stone theatrically, panting wildly, knowing exactly what to do to drive Will crazy.
Will roughly grasps the shorter boy's cock and begins to pump him up and down aggressively.
"Oh!" Nico moans, bringing his wrist up and biting into his palm. Will quickly yanks it away.
"Don't. Even. Think about it," he growls, his movements speeding up as Nico whimpers and turn his head to the side. "I want to hear you all night. I want the sound of your moans of pleasure to echo in my dreams. I want to hear it when I wake up, and I want to hear it throughout my day. God, Nico. If that was actually the case, I'd have a hard-on all day from just hearing one octave of your voice."
"W-Will," Nico gasps, "Please- Please- I'm close, Will-"
And then the movements stop. Again. And Nico has the overwhelming urge to sit up, grab Will's beautiful, kind, attractive, caring, loving, lustful face and scream at it. Why won't he just go?
"Stop doing that," he pleads.
"Stop doing what?"
"Stop... Stopping!"
"You don't get to boss me around tonight."
"Will, please!" Nico begs.
"Tell you what," Will leans down to whisper in his ear, "If you can last five minutes without coming, I'll fuck you so hard you won't remember your name, deal?"
Nico nods, and Will travels down his body, sucking roughly on the skin and leaving marks. Nico moans when the tip of his cock touches Will's chin. Will pays extra attention to Nico's inner thigh, pushing his lover's knee over his shoulder so he can kiss and ravage harder. Nico hisses when Will's teeth sink into the skin of his thigh, leaving a bite mark.
Finally, after what feels like an eternity of Nico pleading and begging, Will opens his mouth wide and takes in Nico's cock. The whole entire length slides in until he hits the back of Will's throat.
A mangled sound comes from the Italian, and Nico squirms below Will as his boyfriend's tongue strokes up him fluidly.
"Shit Will," He gasps, "Oh my fucking god, you're so-" Nico is interrupted by Will, who brings his fingers to Nico's mouth and pushes them in. Nico takes them into his mouth and sucks on them, rubbing the pads of Will's fingers with his tongue. Will takes them out, drawing a long line of saliva as he does.
Nico knows exactly what's coming, and sucks a breath into his lungs as Will pushes two of his fingers into him, His index and middle finger shoving into him. His thumb reaches up to massage Nico's balls, eliciting a string of moans.
Will curls his fingers and begins to thrust them slowly, excruciatingly slow.
Nico moans loudly, his eyes rolling into the back of his head.
"Talk to me baby," Will breathes, "Let me help you through it. Let me into your mind."
"I- I-," Nico cuts himself off with a cry when Will grazes his prostate. "F- Fuck Will I just want you, please! Please don't tease me."
Will hollows his cheeks further and sucks Nico off harder, playing special attention to the head, running his tongue against the slit.
"Oh, god Will. Harder please! Suck harder! Harder!" He yells, "Oh yes! Y- Yes! Pl-Please, more!"
Nico can feel himself quickly going closer toward release. He bucks his hips into Wills's mouth and grinds down on his fingers.
"Fuck! Oh-Ohh, Will, I'm going to cum! Ungh!" He gasps, feeling the tight tether in him snap.
Nico cums into Will's mouth as his fingers graze his prostate. Will sucks him through it, continuously licking and sucking on Nico's dick.
Once all of the white liquid is out, Will gulps it down, staring up at Nico from between his legs as he does. Nico watched as a stream of his own cum dribbles down Will's chin.
He lets his head go back against the counter, the eye contact being too much. Will crawls back up Nico's body and sucks his lower lip into his mouth, grazing it with his tongue.
Nico threads his fingers through Will's hair, crushing his lips against his boyfriend's.
"Will," Nico whispers, his voice now raspy. Nico leans up to whisper in Will's ear.
"Baby, please," he says hoarsely, "I just want you to fuck me, please."
Will grins and stands up from the counter. Picking Nico up bride style and carting him down the hallway.
Nico gasps once Will walks in. A bed has been assembled, but it's nothing like the example picture Will showed him. It's a dark, wooden, four-poster bed, with luscious white sheets and a fluffy, cloud-like comforter. The pillows look soft and cool, and a fluffy blanket is folded at the end.
"Oh my god Will."
"Do you like it?" You can practically hear the smile in his voice.
"I love it..." Nico sighs, his voice trailing off.
"Good."
And then, he yelps as Will tosses him into the bed. He falls into the cushiony sheets and reaches towards Will, who falls on top of him, catching himself before he lands on his lover.
Nico leans up and kisses him, spreading his legs apart and tucking his knees up close to his chest.
"Please, Will. I need you now."
"Okay baby, hold on let me just get the-"
Nico captures his lips, and Will fumbles on a lubed condom, rolling it up hurriedly on his hard dick.
Will's eyes widen, but he nods slowly. He scoots his boyfriend up to the head of the bed and gently lies him down. Nico looks up at him lovingly, his face full of bliss and excitement.
The two don't break eye contact as Will places his tip at Nico's entrance, and gently pushes in. Nico's back catapults on the mattress and a loud moan echoes through the room.
"Fuck, honey," Nico growls, "You feel so nice in me."
Will grunts his response, gripping Nico's hips tight enough that there will be bruises in the morning. He pulls out quickly, and Nico squeals a complaint. Will flips him on his belly, lifting up his waist.
Nico has his chest flat on the bed, his knees lifting his ass up in the air, exposing his puckering hole to Will. Nico whines, backing up into Will.
"Beg for it, baby," Will breathes. Nico can feel his erection poking at his ass.
"Please Will, please, please. Fuck me, hun, please," Nico pants.
"Good boy," Will sighs, and slides into Nico smoothly. Nico moans into the pillow, at both the name and the sensation. He cranes his neck to see Will's eyes closed, his expression contorted into one of pleasure, and his head tilted back.
Will gives Nico a moment to adjust to the feeling, and Nico squirms on his dick, desperate for any sort of friction.
"Be patient," Will says hoarsely, and slowly pulls out, then rolls his hips back in again. Nico moans and clenches slightly around Will, causing the blonde boy to shiver. The Italian meets Will's thrusts and his breathing becomes faster as Will picks up his pace. The sound of skin slapping together, Will's grunt, and Nico's soft moans fill the room.
Suddenly, Will's hips snap all the way to the hilt. Nico's legs tremble and quake and the two see stars as Will's cock slams home.
It's not soft and gentle anymore. It's rough and hard and just the way Nico likes it. His drool spills onto the sheets when the unrelenting pleasure fills him all the way up.
He bites the pillow, but Will doesn't seem to like that. He reaches forward and shoves his finger's in Nico's mouth. His fingers curl and hook behind Nico's teeth. He pulls up, Nico's back arches, and his eyes meet Wills.
"I don't want you to hide how good I make you feel, understood? I want the whole apartment complex to hear it. I don't give a fuck if you wake up everyone in New York screaming about how much you like it when I'm inside of you. In fact, I want them to know. I want this whole fucking city to know that you belong to me, and only I can fuck you."
Nico moans around Will's fingers and he gently lies him back down, releasing him onto the pillow.
Suddenly, Will knocks Nico's knees out from under him, and he falls onto his stomach. Will uses this as leverage and shoves in deeper, earning more loud and desperate moans from Nico.
"Umgh, Will- oh fuck, holy-" Nico groans, and Will grasps his trembling thighs roughly. The blonde covers the raven-haired boy's back, biting at his shoulder, pulling out slowly. He rolls his hips softly, earning a quiet, muffled groan from Nico.
"Come here," Will whispers, and brings Nico and himself up to their knees. Nico's back is pressed to Will's chest, and their sweaty bodies are heaving with each breath they take.
Will begins to thrust faster and harder into his boyfriend, and one hand reaches for Nico's cock and begins stroking it roughly. Nico's fingers thread through his golden hair, gripping tightly. He moans loudly when Will pushes against his prostate roughly.
"You like that," he growls. Nico nods aggressively. "You want more." He nods again and whimpers.
Will glances in the mirror propped up against the newly assembled dresser and does a double-take.
"Holy shit," he mutters under his breath. He stills inside Nico, ignoring the whine he receives. His eyes trail up from Nico's toned and strong thighs, and he can see the tremble on them in his reflection. Will's eyes widen slightly and his jaw falls slack. Nico's plump ass is pressed flush against Will's hips, his dick long and red, dripping with precum. His back is arched impossibly far. His smooth torso is curved beautifully as if he's carved from marble. Nico's mop of fluffy black hair is resting on Will's shoulder, his mouth open in an articulate cry, chin up and jawbone sharp, eyes rolled back, and a string of drool dripping from the corner of his mouth. His strong and muscular arms are reaching to the back of Will's head, his long and skinny fingers clinging to his hair, sliding through the smooth curls like snakes. But the very, very best part is the purple marks adorning Nico like tattoos. His hips are dotted with spots of purply-red that go all the way up to his neck, where they swarm around him like a collar. On his thighs are bruises shaped unmistakably like his fingers.
"What is it, Will?" Nico asks quietly, "You're getting even harder." He says with a chuckle. Will wordlessly takes Nico's chin and directs him at the mirror. Nico gasps. For show and pleasure, he grinds his ass into Will's hips and pulls away slightly, to see Will's dick in the mirror. He sinks back onto it slowly, not able to control the soft moan that flutters out of his mouth. While continuing his slow torture, Nico takes Will's hand and guides it up to his body, and Will marvels at the rock-hard abs under and defined pectoral muscles under the pads of his fingers. Nico's hands are finally still when they reach his neck. Will fingers gently curl at the top of his throat, and he bends down to suck on the tender, lower part of Nico's neck.
Will begins to move his hips again, and Nico's hands rise to grasp his blonde locks tightly. While aggressively sucking Nico's skin through his teeth, it's difficult for him to not keep staring in the mirror. He gages what feels good to Nico by how loud his moans are and how far his back arches, or by the sudden shake in his legs or the noiseless openings of his mouth.
When Will hits his prostate, all of that happens at once and it's the hottest thing Will has ever seen. He does it over and over again, and Nico breathes heavily, moans getting louder and louder with each thrust. Will fucks the breath out of him until the only sounds in the room are the two gasping for breath, and skin slapping against skin.
"Will!" Nico cries, "I'm- I'm going to-" But he interrupts himself with an ear-shattering moan, cumming all over Will's hand. Will fucks him through it, his hips thrusting and hand pumping, milking everything out of him.
Will's stomach tightens, a familiar feeling whenever he's at this point with Nico. His control stutters, and he strikes Nico's pleasure spot once more, roughly, and Nico screams. Another, smaller wave of pleasure goes through him, and he cums again, although not as much as the first time.
Will's own point of fulfillment arrives and he releases cum into Nico, flooding him, his cock spasming and pulsing inside his lover.
The blonde pulls out slowly and flops down onto the bed. Nico follows suit and cuddles up next to him.
"That was so hot," Will grumbles and sits up on the bed.
"You're so hot," Nico retorts.
Will smiles and bends down to kiss him on the cheek. "We need to get cleaned up. God, Nico, you always keep me up so late. I'm crazy for you. Thank god tomorrow's Saturday," Will laughs into Nico's neck.
"Too tired," the Italian grumbles, "Let's just snuggle, okay?"
"Nico, you know they're such a thing as aftercare, right? Your neck is totally red. I need to do my duties as your loving boyfriend."
"Will, your a doctor. I know that you know what not to do in order to not hurt me. I trust you. And second, you'll be a loving boyfriend if you just get down here and cuddle with me."
"But don't you want to get my... Uh, stuff... Out?"
"Never," Nico yawns, "Wanna sleep and feel your warmth inside of me."
"Okay then," Will chuckles, "Whatever you want, love. But can I ask you one more thing?"
The black-haired boy nods tiredly.
"Is... Am I... Is the sex still good?"
Nico snorts. "Jeez Will, for a doctor, you're quite stupid. Of course it is, you idiot. You're amazing; I wouldnt want to be with anyone else. Will, I swear, you're dick or cum or whatever has magic in it or something because it always leaves me wanting more. To say you're a sex god is an understatement. And, by the way, we really need to invest in more mirrors because that was really fucking hot."
"I couldn't agree more."
The two curl up and go under the covers, silently fighting over who has to sleep on the wet spot until Nico gives up and lounges on top of Will. He passes out, and the other boy's fingers travel up and down Nico's spine until he closes his eyes and falls asleep.