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Wilbur panted, one hand over his mouth, the other fisting his dick. He held back a moan as he, yet again, took his hand off right at the edge, basking in pleasure. He let himself pause for a few seconds, before resuming again. He bit back pleasured noises as tension coiled up, focused, to the point he didn't hear the footsteps clopping up the stairs.
He only noticed when he heard the call of, "Wiiiiillbur!" As his door was being shoved open. As he fumbled quickly for his pants that rested around his ankles the familiar floof of blonde hair poked around the opening the door as Wilbur yelled out,
"No Tommy don't-" The rest was cut off as their eyes met, Wilbur's cock dripping onto the chair, literally caught with his pants down. Tommy flushed red, both of them otherwise frozen in place. Tommy finally broke the silence, saying,
"Fucking A, lock the door. And don't take so long, I got bored."
"Excuse me?" Wilbur said, semi incredulously, "You barge in and somehow I'm in the wrong?"
"Well yeah, you've been in your room for like a fuckin hour man."
"Well yeah!?!?"
"It's weird?? You're just supposed to rub one out and, get back to it. That's what real men do."
"That, what Tommy no. It's meant to, you're." Wilbur stuttered, pinching his nose. "It's enjoyable but if you just cum immediately it's no fun you've got to edge."
"Edge? What's that? Weirdo"
"First, fuck off, Second, Like, the edge you know?" Wilbur looked into Tommy's blank response to that, and sighed, saying, "Just, come in and lock the door, this is something you'll want to learn."
Tommy walked in fully, sitting the door and pushing in the handle with a click, before stepping up to Wilbur, who began to stoke his cock again, it having softened slightly during the talk. Wilbur spoke again, "So, ahh, you know the feeling like, riiiig-ghh, right when you're about to cum?"
Tommy nodded, so he continued on, "So, that's the, hahh, edge. N the whole point is, fuck."
Wilburs eyes briefly shut, half in pleasure, half in embarrassment that he was actually doing this. He collected himself before moving forward, hips rolling lightly to fuck into his hand. "Point is to, stop a-aaahtt the edge, and keep uo the pleasure." The tightness in his stomach had reached the point just below its peak, and he took his hand away, letting the wave of pleasure. When he looked back up he had to do a double take. Tommy had stripped down, tossing his clothes on the floor and was stroking his cock idly, watching Wilbur.
"What the fuck?" Wilbur asked, incredulous once again.
"I, Will it sounds fun but, I can't like, stop it. I just keep going."
"I, hm. Have an idea. But, you've got to trust me. And hold your hands back." Tommy nodded, so Wilbur adjusted his place in his seat, and said, "Sit."
Tommy came over, sitting in Wilbur's lap, face to face, their hot breath ghosting over each other's skin. "Will I, what are you gonna-"
"Just trust me Tom's, scooch in a little more and, hold your hands behind your back."
Tommy scooted forward, and Wilbur took both their cock in one hand, stroking them together, the two hot shafts grinding against each other as Tommy moaned, swearing under his breath. Wilbur went slower, his pleasure already built up, seeing as Tommy's breath hitched and caught, beginning to pant as his climax mounted. Wilbur could feel it too but, just as Tommy whined with need, he let go, letting the pleasure radiate once again and unspool.
"Ffffuck…Will…"
"Yeah, I know right? It's so good."
"More pleaseee, fuck," Tommy whined needily
Will held off for a moment before doing it again, at a slightly quicker pace, rubbing against the other's dick lightly. As he watched Tommy's body shuddered with pleasure, he bit his lip, moaning himself, their voices intermingling into sounds of primal need. Just as Wilbur was about to release his hold a second time, Tommy grinded against Wilbur's cock just right, the sensation overwhelming after so long, his muscles tensing as he began to release, a spurt painting his own chest as Tommy's began to release as well, getting on himself. Their warm seed leaked out after the first two or three shots, pooling around Wilbur's hand. Their eyes met again, as they said together, slightly dazed,
"Fuuuck…"