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Will had long ago split his very short life into two sections. There was before and there was after.
Before, Will liked many things. he liked,
riding his bike at night,
hugging his friends,
taking cold showers,
drawing in bright bold strokes,
and well all the things a young boy might like at his age.
Afterwards, Will was different from many of the others his age. Different from himself even. Will had been so full of fear of the dark after he'd been taken. He couldn't stand the cold now and he'd grown familiar with hot, borderline scalding, temperatures when showering. Worst, Will had struggled to put pencil to paper for too long of a time afterwards; Regardless, his style had evolved. Bold strokes fell away for sharp precise lines. The bright colors Will used got duller and duller. Perhaps it was simply caused by natural growth, becoming more dexterous with age and a desire to be seen as more 'adult' leading him to more refined colors.
Will even grew to like new things in the after. With so many nights spent inside, both a self-inflicted isolation as well as a mother's desire to protect, he'd grown a passion for reading. When his passion for art returned, Will had loved and leaned into his new style.
Will had also grown to like things...not very typically of a boy his age. An inclination for guns had grown and yes boys love guns but Will had different reasons. It had strength he failed to possess. It offers great protection when all else fails. Simply holding one had infused Will with confidence. Guns were deadly, intimidating, and final. For those brief moments before Will had been jumped and dragged to hell by a demon from a different dimension, Will felt protected. Will was young, sure, but in this country, he knew he'd get his hands on one. Honestly, Will blamed himself for failing to utilize that shotgun properly, maybe in a different life, he could've saved himself.
After, during terrible, terrible nights where Will struggled against his own mind, a new 'like' bloomed. His body was young, needy, with growing urges and desires. His body desired, but was limited now to what he knew. There was no imagination or growing fantasies to usher in manhood; just memories and large phantom hands. He'd wake sweating, panting and with stiffness below.
The first time, Will was disgusted, angry at himself. A horrible, disgusting freak. Horrified by his lack of bodily control, Will had showered (Still never cold) and stayed up reading, ignoring his body and letting nightmares fade.
After a few incidents such as that, Will had enough. He simply wanted to sleep...and his body had given him a first class ticket to get there. The animal daze of terror eventually fell away and Will relaxed into bed, thought about nothing and started to rub himself. He sighed, it felt nice. Eventually boxers came off and rubbing became stroking. Will relaxed into his bed letting small soft noises fill the room. As Will got more worked up, thoughts became harder to control. Brief images started to flash through his mind, simple at first. Faceless, masculine hands touching his sides, grabbing his waist, holding his cock, stroking his cock. A whimper slipped out.
That was another thing Will had grown to like. Well, not really grown. Will had always known himself to be different and evidently others noticed too, but before was different. Before was staring and basking in the physical appearance of an older man. What he suspected and denied then had always been his honest truth.
Now, Will fantasized. Or tried to at least. Thoughts were hard to control and his fantasies began to run away from him. Will could suddenly follow hands all the way up to a face that struck more than fear into him. Memories came faster and faster, and Will was weak to stop them.
Will had managed to find some semblance of security in his home. Sort of. His home was haunted- Actually, it seemed the whole earth was possessed. The air itself was still, forever holding its breath. He could only be thankful those horrible wicked vines hadn't yet managed to spread everywhere, barely beginning to edge into his home.
Will couldn't comprehend what had happened. One moment biking home, free as a bird. The next, thrumming horror chased him relentlessly, with stretched limbs and a gaping mass of flesh for a face. That horror had spilled everywhere inside him, leaving him shaking as he cowered in his room. What now? Lay down and die? Go outside? Sure. Will compelled himself to think. He'd always heard when you get lost to stay put and wait. That advice didn't seem made for inter-dimensional hiking. Plus, Will had run a lot.
A familiar creak. For a moment Will was transported back home and his mom had just come back from a hard day, but his mom wasn't here and was not about to check on him.
There was no alternative. It was that demon, come to finish him off. Footsteps approached tortuously slow, controlled and firm. Will could barely control his limbs from the fear. Uncoordinated legs pushed out, shoving himself rougher into the corner. His body didn't know what to do. His hands rushed to cover his ears, pull his hair, grip and hug himself closer. The handle squeaked and Will sobbed.
"Pl-" The door creaked open. Another sob," Please," Will had screwed his eyes shut at the sound of the door. He would die like a coward, sobbing and in fear.
At the same moment the demon had touched him a voice spoke.
"Will." Electricity shot up his spine.
"Ah!" He squeaked in shock, his eyes blown open. Not even a fraction of a second had passed before Will jerked away from the lightest of touches. He didn't register that the intention was to sooth. Hadn't seen the stranger's hand slowly edge to him like he was a traumatized pup.
Will felt a million things at once. Another person! A living human. Not whatever that demon was. He was elated, and again, cried, from the relief. It was staggering how light he felt. Will sat up jerkily, his lips trembling as questioned flooded his mind, begging to be asked.
"Who are you?" Will settled on the basics.
"I'm Henry." The stranger, Henry, smiled at him. Under nicer circumstances, Will probably would've blushed. Henry was nice to look at and his voice was soft.
"How'd you get here?" Will pressed quickly, maybe he could go home now.
"I'm not sure," Henry didn't seem inclined to say more.
"Oh," Will empathized.
His hope flickered, but Will was nothing if not persistent.
"Can you help me?"
"With what?" Henry seemed earnest in his confusion.
Will was bewildered. Wasn't it obvious?
"To leave." This was the strongest his voice had held since arriving here,"I want to go home."
A look settled on Henry's face. His eyebrows pinched together and his lips tightened. Will had seen this face many times before on his own father. It was the face he made before yelling or grabbing something to hurl at him or winding his fist back and-
Will focused, Henry was upset. Will felt muddled, several emotions he hadn't felt since his father was around started to brew. He'd made Henry mad.
"What's wrong?" His voice was small but being brave, Will cut to the heart of the issue. He wanted to rectify the situation; to make Henry not upset with him anymore.
"This is my home. What's wrong with it?" Henry questioned. Will felt compelled to soothe.
"Oh, um, nothing...I-I just wanna go home. Sorry I didn't-" Will bumbled through his apology," I didn't mean it like that. I was just scared and there were these things-"
"You shouldn't fear those." Henry brushed off his concerns. At least his answer seemed to satisfy him, that agitated look settling as Henry simply gazed upon him.
Will disagreed. He didn't know what to say next. Henry didn't seem to see a problem with him being here. Frustration boiled in his gut- This was an adult! Adults, most adults, are supposed to know things and be the ones to solve issues. Unease grew within him, he was a lost kid and it seemed Henry didn't really care?
Will's own uncertainty didn't dissuade him. Henry was confusing but Will didn't have many questions to choose from, he needed to get out of here.
"Can you help me get home?” Will tried again, he couldn’t keep the desperate tinge from inflecting upon his words.
"No." Henry answered.
"Wha-," Will couldn't get his question out.
"I need you here Will.”
"Uh, I- I, I...No?" Will was shocked, but was quick to deny the assertion, " No, I can't stay here."
"You're supposed to be here, Will,” Henry’s hand made contact again, feeling like a death sentence as it settled heavily on his knee,”With me.”
"No, no, that's not-" Will finally broke eye contact, shaking his head aggressively. His knees curled up protectively, shaking Henry off. His arms wrapped around them tightly. When he opened his eyes, he avoided Henry’s heavy gaze, eyes darting desperately around the room. Searching for anything to change what was happening. Will needed help, now.
There! Will was quick, scrambling to his feet and launching himself sideways onto his bed. He dragged himself off and stumbled hard into his dresser, hands grasping for his walkie talkie.
“Code Red! Code Red! Please help! Mike! Lucas! Dustin!” Will pleaded into the walkie talkie. He let go of the button. Silence.
“Please,” Again, he tried, his voice frantic,”Mike!”
“Will.” Henry’s voice wasn’t soft now. It slivered down his spine, leaving him colder than ever.
Will stared down at his walkie talkie, as if his sheer will would make it buzz with life.
“Come here.” Will wouldn’t turn around. He couldn’t. His small hand trembled violently as he gripped his last hope harder. Please, please, pleasepleasepleaseplease-
“Now.” There was a finality in Henry’s voice. Will whimpered. He knew what that meant. Comply or else. Will let the walkie talkie slip from his grasp and turned around.
Henry stood at the foot of his bed. His look was enough, Will couldn’t stop his own body, his legs stumbled forward.
Fear spread throughout him but Will wanted to understand. Why?
“ What do-” Will stared at Henry’s tailored pants and his spotless shoes.
“Look at me when you speak.” Henry demanded. Will dragged his eyes upwards and almost bolted again. Henry’s gaze was scary. His eyes lingered too long. Will’s body warred, to flee or comply. To placate and make all of this go away or die in the hellish world outside. Something told Will it didn’t matter, it was about to be hell here too.
“What do you mean, I-,” Will struggled through this part.
”I belong here,” he swallowed,”With you?”
Henry smiled. He brought his hand up to brush against Will’s cheek. Will started to shake.
“We’re going to make beautiful things together, Will,” Henry spoke with reverence.
“Lay down.” Henry commanded.
“Henry-” Will whimpered out, pleading, begging. Will wasn’t ignorant. He’d heard the stories of evil. Of such utter horribleness that Will would cry in his mom’s arm and beg her to protect him. Lonnie always said such horrid shit. That ‘they’ would see it in him. Fags know fags, he said. That Will would probably like it, beg for it. He didn’t want this. He didn’t.
Henry’s hand fell heavy on his shoulder, sliding down to rub his back. Will hated to admit it did help, just the tiniest amount, grounding him through his emotions.
“Lay down Will, everything is happening as it’s supposed to,” Will shivered underneath his ministrations, thumb rubbing soothing circles between his shoulder blades.
Will stopped thinking. He turned towards his doom. He started crawling forward onto his bed, feeling stupidly exposed to Henry. Henry, who was probably staring at- all of him. He was so scared Henry would just attack him now, while he was exposed. Nothing happened and Will finally turned over, laying down. He stared at the ceiling for a moment, just basking in the peace of nothingness, a brief lifetime lived within this eternal moment.
Something shifted at the end of the bed. Will looked down at Henry and knew he was right to be afraid. Henry looked ravenous, a predator about to gorge itself on its caught prey.
Henry knelt on the foot of the bed and slowly settled his hands on Will’s ankles. His grip burned. As Henry climbed onto the bed, he pushed between Will’s legs with his hips, pulling Will’s ankles around his own waist. Henry closed in fast.
Will didn’t struggle. He felt numb. This wasn’t happening. This wasn’t happening to him. Not him. He struggled to just take it in. Henry towering over him, twisting him around like a toy.
Will was starkly brought back to reality as Henry grabbed his small waist and pulled their bodies completely together. He whined in protest but didn’t move. He was so embarrassed, this was humiliating. Will wanted it to stop, he didn’t want this. He didn’t want to feel so much of another person. He didn’t want to feel something hard pressed against his butt. He didn’t want to hear the sound of his pants coming undone, or feel the slide of his shirt being pushed up.
Warm hands started to familiarize themselves with his sensitive skin. Will squeaked, hands flying to cover Henry’s own, not fighting- just needing to hold something.
Henry took one of his small hands and lifted it to his mouth, kneeing further over Will to kiss his hand softly.
Their eyes met. Will had a sudden fleeting thought. This was unfair, Henry was so, so…Angelic and Will thought it unfair. That something so pretty looking could make him feel so twisted up.
Will felt weak, small, pathetic as Henry helped himself to all of Will- just making himself at home across Will’s skin. Henry took his wrists in one large hand, he made Will look and feel so delicate, stretching his arms above his head. Will watched Henry lick his lips, a glazed hungry sheen across his eyes. Henry’s free hand pushed his shirt even higher, basically into his armpits. Then, he invaded closer, so close Will could’ve probably counted every strand of hair on his head. Henry cursed Will with new feelings; A wet tongue licked over his nipple.
“Ah! Henry, what- what are you-” Will cried out again as Henry bit down just ever so slightly around his nipple. It didn’t hurt per se but it was weird, wet and hot and made his body squirm against his wish. His hands pulled useless against Henry’s grip.
“It’s okay Will. I want you to feel good, it doesn’t have to be all bad here.” Henry pulled away, barely, to look up at him.
“It feels weird. Please Henry, I’m scared.” Will couldn’t find it in him to pretend, he’d already been spread out before Henry, exposed.
A warm smile grew on Henry’s face and he leaned back completely, resting on his knees. Free now, Will’s hands rushed to push his shirt down, covering his chest at least.
“How about this, Will,” Henry spoke aloud but his gaze drifted everywhere over Will, his hands gliding up and down Will’s sides, goosebumps violently breaking out at the feeling. Will just tucked his arms into his sides, hands fisted in his shirt as he covered himself as much as he could.
”If you keep being honest with me, if you keep being good for me. If you let go for me, Will, this won’t hurt.”
It wasn’t much of a deal, coercion dressed up as mercy, regardless Will nodded frantically. He was more scared of the pain than the invasive caressing, even licking and biting, that Henry was doing. Will knew it didn’t really matter, this was his only option. Will was the kid, Henry was the adult. Will had learned long ago, he didn’t have any power in comparison. He hated being so small, so young, so stupid. Someone was always bigger or older or knew more and hurt him because of it. He didn’t want this, but Will didn’t want to feel pain either.
“Good boy,” One of Henry’s hands slid from his side to his stomach, gliding upwards and started tugging at his shirt again. Will squeezed his eyes shut and let go. He forced his hands to relax and fall away, he let Henry drag his shirt upwards and off of him, forcing his body to comply as much as he could stomach.
“You’re so beautiful Will,” He said, unashamedly.
“I-I,” Will wanted to laugh, blush, cry. No not him, Will wasn’t- Henry was just confused still, that’s probably why he was doing this. Maybe Henry just wasn’t in control of himself, maybe this place had twisted him up the same way Henry was doing to him now.
“Gorgeous.” Henry flooded his brain with sweetness. It made Will squirm beneath him,” You’re gorgeous Will.”
“No...” Will denied weakly, he couldn’t stop himself from voicing his insecurities. Why did he feel so dizzy? One of his hands snapped down again, grabbing around Henry’s wrist as Henry’s fingers started to flicker at his nipple. Will gasped at the feeling, just a little more used to it now. It just felt warm, hot even.
“Yes Will.” Henry confronted him, he would consider no argument,” The moment I saw you, felt you,” Henry shook his head like he didn’t even have words to describe.
“Not even God could try to make something as incredible as you, Will.”
“Henry,” Will whined, his breath was coming faster now. The heat from before was climbing slowly now. It was too distracting, flushing out his fear entirely.
Will's eyes snapped open, watching Henry watch him. Will simultaneously wanted to hide and hear more. Strangers didn’t compliment him, men certainly didn’t- and even then, only his mother had ever called him handsome, not pretty or gorgeous or beautiful or look at Will the way Henry was. Like salvation and a final meal rolled into one.
Henry pulled his hands away to strip his own shirt off. Will stared at everything. His shoulders. Biceps. Chest. His strong, firm core. That tiny trail of hair leading into his pants, eventually Will's eyes drifted lower to Henry’s bulge…and then to his own.
Oh.
Henry let out a soft breath through his nose, almost a laugh, as he followed Will’s gaze.
“Keep behaving for me Will,” Henry’s hands fell on Will’s thighs, rubbing higher and higher,”Okay?”
Will panted beneath him in reply, he ached everywhere, Will wanted to reach down and do…something. It was akin to a bug bite, a compulsion to scratch, but much much more intense, and focused low in his gut. His thighs were weak and slid a little lower on Henry’s own, unknowingly spreading himself more, his body answering for him. Will couldn’t control himself. One of his hands seemed to always seek out Henry, monkey latching onto his wrist again, just holding on. His other hand gripped the sheets beside him.
Will felt tears slip down the side of his face as Henry started palming him through his pants, feeling overwhelmed by the sensation. Relief and pleasure swam behind his eyes, Will had felt nothing like this before. He squirmed underneath Henry, both trying to collapse into himself and jerk upwards, wanting to chase the addictive pleasure pulsing through him.
Will caught a break as Henry slid his hands to the side of his waist again. It didn’t last longer than a second as Henry slipped his fingers underneath Will’s waistband and started to tug down, boxers coming with them. He shrunk under the attention, throwing his head back and closing his eyes shut.
He couldn’t bear to watch. A grown man leering at him. It was frightening. It was arousing. Will was embarrassed his cock seemed to preen at the attention, it seemed the only thing against this turn of events was his own mind and even Will could feel that slipping away. His wants were nothing in comparison to what Henry wanted; what Henry was taking.
Will opened his eyes when he felt the bed shift underneath him, Henry was right above him. One hand planted beside his head, Henry towered over him, his other hand shoving his own pants down, undergarments going with them. The display made Will feel hot all over. Will stared at Henry’s flexing muscles, strong arms and vast stretches of smooth skin.
Then his world exploded. Henry was on him, his skin was pressed against his own. They dragged together and created a thousand shocks of pleasure.
Will looked down and groaned. It was horrible. He could barely take it in. Their bodies pressed together. It provoked powerful, consuming emotions within him. His vision swam as he took in their differences. Henry was large, so much bigger than Will. Henry pushed them together again, grinding. Will barely felt there anymore, reduced to physical pleasure, letting needy noises pour from his mouth.
And then..God…
Henry gripped behind his knee and pushed his leg high.
“Ah, wait- Henry!” Will felt everything be exposed to the open. Will was so vulnerable, helpless, small, weak. His heart fluttered rapidly, faster than a hummingbird's wings.
“Please,” Will didn’t even know what he was begging for. Henry was breathing heavy above him, his eyes focused squarely on Will’s cute puckered hole. The hand not holding Will open tested the waters, lightly grazing against Will, causing his hole to tighten instinctively. Henry groaned above him.
“Will,” He prayed.
Henry spit on his hole and started to massage his fingers against it, firmer this time. Will mewled below him, squirming against the foreign sensation. The pressure grew and grew until suddenly, a finger pushed into him, tortuously slow. Will whined, his hands long ago had been left to grasp around for purchase, now finding themselves making a mess in his hair. Will just needed to be touched, he needed something more. The ache within him was growing more ravenous.
Suddenly, Will could feel Henry’s knuckles pressed against his ass. He was surprised it didn’t hurt, his father said it would. Will shook his head, rapidly shaking his father from his mind. Not during this.
“It feels nice, doesn’t it?” Henry teased. Will only moaned when Henry curled his finger forward. What the fuck was that?!
Henry did it again and Will cried out.
“God! Henry! Please, I- I can’t-”
“You can Will. I know you can. Come on, you said you’d be good for me, right?” Will had always risen to challenges, he hated that his body wanted to try and be good. Be so good for Henry and let him do whatever, let him flood his mind with delicious sinister pleasure. The words made him more confused than he already was, his brain was mushing up.
Henry gave the behind of his knee a grounding squeeze.
“You’re being so good for me Will.” Will moaned, his cock twitched against his stomach, a wet feeling dragging just below his belly button. He was leaking all over himself.
Another finger started to edge around his hole, around the finger that was slowly making a home within him, dragging in and out steadily. Henry drew his finger out and pushed both of them in.
This time, Will hissed. It stung a bit. Henry pulled out as quickly as he’d pushed in. He was frowning. Will didn’t really care why he was upset right now, trying to pull himself together, unfortunately that seemed to be as fruitful as sweeping water.
Will didn’t even register as Henry reached over a bit, grabbing a small tube that had come from wherever. This place didn’t make sense, things came and went all the time. Suddenly there was a slick liquid being spread across his hole and fingers pushing in again, frictionless. Will’s hands flew to grab Henry’s shoulders, not pushing back, just holding for dear life.
“Better?” Henry asked, a genuine, attentive spark behind his eyes. Will couldn’t resist being honest when Henry looked at him like that, when Will was already so opened before him.
“Umm, yes?” Will responded,” I feel full,”
“Hmmm,” Henry hummed but pushed on, fingering his hole. Unlike before, Henry was more interested in prying him open. His fingers scissored back and forth, really focused on stretching him out comfortably. Will simply took it, laying under Henry and letting him do what he needed to. His cock drooled now, neglected but sucking up all the pleasure Henry had inflicted on him.
Will grunted as Henry pushed in a third. This one was surprisingly easier, though took much longer as Henry slowly drew them out and pushed in, centimeter by centimeter. It was driving Will crazy, he didn’t know how much longer he could just be suspended here; He didn’t want this but Will craved more, his body begged for attention.
“Henry,” Will started and stopped,” I’m, I think…” He blushed, he didn’t know what to say.
“Ready?” Henry offered. A smug smirk creeped onto his face. Will felt his blush spread down his chest but he nodded, embarrassed. It didn’t matter, he rationalized, Henry already saw everything.
Though overlooked in favor of Will’s body, Henry’s cock still stood tall, obviously deeply aroused by what he was doing to Will.
Will, brave Will, reached out to touch it.
When in Rome, right?
Henry let him, watching him intensely. Will bit his lip as his fingers grazed Henry’s cock. It twitched against him and Will gasped softly, fingers shrinking back a bit. He reached again, wrapping his small hand around Henry, feeling him out. Henry didn’t push for more, letting Will explore at his own pace. Will started to move his hand up and down, his thumb inquisitively reaching up to touch the wetness spotting out from Henry’s cock. He brought it up, eyes maintaining contact with Henry, and tasted it. Will saw Henry’s pupils blow up, the blue of his iris almost non-existence. Henry’s jaw slackened open a bit, his voice coming out breathless.
“Turn over,”
That was that. It took great effort to feel his limbs again, after Henry had done everything to and for him so far up to this point. Slowly, with great effort, Will shyly flipped over and pushed himself up. Henry pushed forward eagerly, meeting him quickly. Will thought he’d reached the height of his exposure but this was worse, on his knees, with Henry pressed behind him, his cock rubbing and slipping against his hole. Will slumped forward onto his chest, unable to hold himself up as his arms wobbled. He was scared, excited, nervous, a million other feelings swirled in his gut, too many to name.
Will shivered underneath Henry’s hands as they glided up and down his back and sides; his hands stopped on his ass, kneading the flesh. Will groaned as Henry pushed his thumb in, gasping as he pulled it out and did it again. And again. And again.
His arms flew wildly at the intrusion, gripping and pushing against the bed. Will pushed his ass backwards against Henry’s hand. Just as Will was about to crack, Henry pulled his thumb free for good and something larger started to press against his hole.
Will panted at the feeling. It’s happening?! Will could hardly believe it. Should this be happening? Maybe he could still stop this? Doubts slammed into his head.
“Ughhhh,” Will felt his lungs flatten, his breath forced from his body as Henry inched into him. It stung but his hole was swallowing Henry up eagerly. The pain didn’t deter his body, Will struggled to control his hips, which strained to push backwards.
Henry hushed him sweetly, rubbing his sides as he split Will apart. Will panted around Henry, taking more and more of him.
“You’re doing so good, Will.” Henry praised.
Finally, their hips met. Henry grabbed Will’s hips and pressed them firmly together, not even a hair could get between them at this point. He grinded his hips against Will’s ass. It didn’t do much but feeling another person press into him so fully sparked pleasure deep in his gut, Will’s hips buckled again.
Henry took the hint and drew his hips back, a hot drag of skin making Will moan without restraint. Henry drove forward again, nailing his prostate. Will squeaked beneath him, a high pitched cry punched from his gut. Will’s chest heaved with the effort to just catch his breath. Henry did it again, and again settling into a pace for both himself and Will, barely manageable. Will struggled to compose himself after every thrust, his jaw slackening against his pillow as he cried out from pleasure.
Henry leaned forward, much to close. Will struggled to hold himself up like this, Henry didn’t react, driving forward again and again. Henry almost seemed to be determined to make him struggle more, slamming his hips against Will’s.
“So good, Will,” Henry groaned. With that, Will finally felt his legs give out, pitching forward onto his stomach, Henry gave him no space, following right after him.
Will mimicked the memory, flipping over. Tears pricked at his eyes from the humiliation brewing within him. He panted into his pillow, hiding his face in it. He roughly jerked against the sheets, chasing pleasure. Will let the pleasure take himself away; His mind was numb from it, memories coming and going as they pleased. Hands on his waist, groaning in his ear. He felt on fire, out of control. His hands groped around desperately, gripping the sheets for leverage, frantically grinding his cock between his stomach and the sheets. Just like before.
"Ah, Ah, Ah-" Will couldn't shut up. It was so much. The touching, the heat, the new world-shattering feeling that was filling him up everywhere. Henry was drilling into him, pushing and pulling his insides. Shoving inside and pushing Will’s cock hard into the bed sheets and grinding against his stomach. Will was half-suffocated in his pillow, squeaking out moans, and blabbering nonsense.
“So good, perfect,” Henry panted out, driving harder” Perfect for me,”
“You’re going to be so good for me.” Henry’s hips were frantic,” Give me beautiful creatures.”
Will didn’t even register his words, much less understand whatever he meant- Everything just felt so good. He was blissed out of his mind. Henry’s crushing grip around his waist. His hard cock dragging through his body and fucking against that sweet spot inside him. Henry was turning him into nothing but a big bruise. Hot air fanned over behind his ear, deep grunting and groaning, as Henry mummered praises into his ear.
“Henry! Somethi- Ah!” Will’s voice shook,” Something's happening! Henry… Henry! I-”
“Yes Will! Let go for me, It’s okay, let go,” Henry’s words wrapped Will up like bubble wrap as waves of pleasure crashed over him, threatening to drown him. His body jerked, pushing back against Henry’s brutal thrust as his cock spurted all over his bed. Will’s loud moans were answered by Henry’s own grunts. Henry drove relentlessly into him before his hips slammed hard, pushing deep into Will, coming deep inside the boy with a groan.
“Henry…” Will died a million deaths as he came all over himself and his sheets.
After minutes, or maybe even hours, the pleasure receded, leaving nothing behind. Will wished he could turn himself off or flee from his head. He wanted to forget the past few months of his life. He prayed God or Henry would grant him that mercy. Will curled into himself and cried.