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William takes Est’s suggestion of fucking him awake seriously; after all, Est did give him consent.
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Cramp! Cramp! Cramp!
William sat up right in bed, clutching his right calf muscle as it contorted and constricted under his palm. Eyes squeezed shut and teeth on show from wincing in pain, he slowly (as to not wake Est) moved to get off the bed, throwing his legs over the side and standing up. It fucking hurt! He bit down on his index finger knuckle as he slowly walked around the small coffee table, he read somewhere that walking around helps alleviate the pain, and by god, the source was right. He doesn’t suffer from them very often, but when he does, it’s normally because of exercise or a very intensive dance practice, but now when he does, he’ll be able to do this and be okay, anything to stop the fucking pain. Once the pain goes away, he lets out a sigh, stretching his arms above his head and turning his torso side to side before he turns his head towards the bed where Est is still sleeping.
Outside, the sky is welcoming the dawn on a new day, and the minimal light is enough that William can see Est’s silhouette on the bed; laid with his arms tucked underneath the pillow, his left knee bent up, back slightly arched, his cute, pert bottom on full display, slightly open from their fucking a few hours prior. From where he’s standing, William can see the marks, well, more like dark shadows, he left on Est’s skin a few hours ago, they’ve both had fuck all sleep, but they have no commitments for the day, because they’re on holiday, so, William waking him up now… It wouldn’t be that big of a deal, they can nap later. They can stay in bed all day if they want to. They don’t even have to leave their room; they could defile every surface, leave their marks of sweat, cum, and love on every crevice of their room.
As he’s walking back to the bed to wake Est up so they can go at it again, he stops as Est’s words slam against his brain, “let me sleep first, and then you can fuck me again in the shower, or, you can start fucking me while I’m still asleep, we haven’t tried that yet; might be fun.” William concentrates on the last part, about fucking Est while he sleeps, Est waking up with him buried to the hilt. William thinks there’s a name for it. It’s a whole kink people explore and enjoy, somnophilia is what flashes in William’s mind. The kink of being with someone while they’re asleep or even just watching. And if William is being honest, fucking Est on his side, a known position for being deep and a good angle for watching him bulge against Est’s stomach and hit that spot inside of Est, knowing the feeling of his cock filling Est will slowly wake Est up is enough to have his stomach clenching and his cock thickening. He bites his lip, thinking. He does have Est’s consent, he said it himself mere hours ago. And Est is right, they’ve haven’t done that before, not that they’ve dabbled in that many kinks before, but this one seems like a good one to start with; it’s safe, it’s just the two of them and it doesn’t involve any straps or whips, and the thought is really fucking arousing.
He decides, yes, and then continues towards the bed, his cock now fully erect and standing proud, he can feel his heartbeat in his ears, his breathing is slightly laboured from the excitement as he kneels up onto the bed and shuffles closer to Est’s sleeping form. Est is long, lean and defined muscles, soft tanned skin, and William’s favourite thing, though he won't admit this to anyone, Est is hairless. Almost everywhere, except under his arms and on his arms. But everywhere else, smooth. He’s breathtaking really, and William reminds him every chance he gets, whether that’s when they’re on their own, in a room full of fans, he knows Est loves it, William loves how it makes him blush and turn away, smiling. It makes William’s chest grow with pride and almost feral with possessiveness. He lays down behind Est, and places a hand on his hip, moving him gently to get a better angle, Est is still in the same position as he was, but his hips are now at a better angle. He runs his fingers up and down Est’s thigh, soft and gentle, lighter than a feather. Est doesn’t move, and something hungry swirls in William’s stomach, wondering how long he can fuck him before he wakes up. Est was exhausted from their earlier activities, and had passed out almost straight away, so William thinks he can fuck into Est for at least five or so minutes before Est will blink awake, moaning his name.
William makes sure he’s comfortable, spits onto his own fingers, and rubs the tip of his cock, spreading his saliva around his bellend. He grabs the base of his cock, and pokes around behind Est until he catches Est’s rim. He sucks in a breath, and closes his eyes before pushing into Est slowly. Est doesn’t even flinch at the intrusion of William’s cock, William on the other hand has to bury his teeth into his own bottom lip to stop himself from moaning; Est is still wet from earlier, warm, and tight. Always tight, William doesn’t even understand. It must hurt, William isn’t small, but Est doesn’t flinch. He never does.
William stills for a moment, catching his breath before he starts to move. He pulls back smoothly and pushes back in, slowly, he doesn’t need to go fast, or rush, he can take his time, and really take his time getting to know Est’s insides at his own pace; it’s not everyday one gets to experience the love of their life’s insides. He keeps moving his hips, still slowly, going as deep as he can, he can feel Est’s walls, silky against his dick, clenching slightly around him, it sends his mind whirling with arousal, something primal almost crashes into him, but he pushes it down. He looks up, peeking over Est to see if his movements are having any kind of reaction, and he smirks when he sees Est’s cock, hard as a rock, flushed slightly red at the cap, and leaking, making the cap shiny.
William’s hips speed up a little, not enough to move Est upwards, but enough that it makes Est gasp in his sleep, pushing his arse out and arch his back into the feeling of William inside him. William peppers kisses where he can reach on his back, and up Est’s neck into his hair line. Est smells and tastes like sweat, like himself, and also William too, it makes him feel feral, his instincts almost taking over him once again. He buries his face into Est’s nape, and bites down, not hard, or so he thought, because as soon as his teeth release the skin, Est’s hand comes up from his front and grabs the back of his neck, running his fingers through the hair there, gripping him to pull him closer. William is still moving his hips, a nice pace, a love making pace really, there’s no need for them to rush this. “Fuck, William,” Est moans, “I didn’t think you’d actually do it.” Est whines, eyes closing and throwing his back even more when William finds that spot again.
William smirks, aiming for that spot again and again, knowing that soon he’ll get to watch Est cum, God, he can watch Est cum every day, whether it’s Est getting off in front of him, William blowing him, William fucking him, or if it’s watching a video that William has a few of, saved for life on the road when he’s feeling pent up and horny. “You said it yourself, it’d be fun. And entering you while you were still asleep, stretching you open again, and you feeling like a wet fleshlight, sucking me in like you hadn’t had me inside you for weeks, fuck,” William groans and snaps his hips hard, making Est’s breath hitch and grab his hair tighter, “almost as good as entering you when you’re conscious, but I missed that look on your face when I impale you, there’s nothing like watching your eyes widen, mouth go slack, and you throwing your head thrown back as I push myself inside you.” William moans, moving his hips fast now, Jack rabbitting his hips, fast and hard, mattress squeaking and the bed frame rattle and bang against the wall, their poor neighbours.
William hikes Est’s knee up a little higher, making Est’s back even more arched and he moves his other arm around Est’s torso, dragging him closer so Est’s back is plastered to William’s chest. He beings to fuck into him a little faster, enough to know that with every thrust, William is hitting Est’s spot. Est swears, moaning, and it doesn’t take long before Est is cumming across the sheet again, breathing laboured, and clenching around William so tight it almost makes William cum. However, he slows his hips, and rides Est’s orgasm out with him. Est’s whole body drops into the mattress and into William’s chest, boneless, pliant, just the way William likes him. “Can I go back to sleep?” Est asks, eyes already closed, voice soft.
William stills and then whines into Est’s shoulder, “but I haven’t cum yet.”
Est lets out a tired giggle, “well, keep fucking me until you cum then Ter, let me sleep.”
William’s eyes widened, shocked, “you want me to keep going?” William’s heart speeds up, coil tightening in his belly at Est’s words, it’s almost enough to make him cum. Est just nods his head slightly, and William can’t believe it, he actually falls back to sleep with William still inside him. William groans and presses a kiss to Est’s shoulder, “fuck, I love you so much.” He whispers before he starts to move his hips again.
Slow at first, like always. He can’t believe this is happening, sure, it’s what Est said, but fuck! He starts moving his hips faster, really plowing into the sleeping body still stuck to his chest, his hand that’s against Est’s chest moves down to Est’s lower stomach, so he can feel himself. Est moves with William’s body, still completely unconscious, every now and then he’ll let out a moan or a little gasp if William hits his prostate, but he doesn’t wake up, it baffles William but it turns him on so much he thinks his head and cock will explode. William presses down on Est’s stomach, and feels himself punching his hand from the inside. Before he knows what’s happening, Est moans in his sleep, and he cums again.
Est cums up William’s hand and wrist, while asleep. William chokes on his own breath, feeling Est clench around him for the second time, he fucks his hips faster, chasing his own climax. The coil is pulled taut, hand still pressed down on Est’s stomach, feeling his cock spear at Est’s insides, and then, something magical happens, Est cums for the third time, barely anything, but enough that William feels Est’s cum splatter on his hand. That’s what does it. William cums moaning Est’s name while he bites into Est’s neck like a lion trying to keep a lioness in place during mating. He releases into Est, deep inside of him, knowing that Est will spend a good amount of time trying to clean himself out of him. He releases Est’s neck, and his hips stutter before he slips out, his own cum leaking over the mound of Est’s bum cheek when he looks down. He falls back against the mattress, chest heaving, trying to catch his breath. Christ, I don’t think I’ve ever cum that hard. He thinks to himself, closing his eyes while trying to unscramble his brain. He had no idea Est could cum while asleep, he wonders if Est is aware of the talent he possesses.
He closes his eyes and he’s asleep before he knows what’s happening.
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When William wakes up a few hours later, he’s alone. He blinks his eyes open, and stretches himself out, muscles pulling and popping deliciously as he does. He props himself up on his elbows and looks around the room, and when he sees Est sitting on the couch, cup of coffee cradled in both hands as he watches the TV, William automatically smiles, he can’t help but. The sun coming in from the glass doors is bathing Est in the perfect lighting, his features soft, he’s wearing a pair of soft white cotton pants and what looks like a soft white cotton mesh top, hair still damp from the shower he’s taken. He has no idea what time it is, but it doesn’t matter, they have no plans.
“Go take a shower, then come and eat something.” Est speaks, not looking away from the TV.
William laughs softly and swings his legs off the bed, still naked as the day he was down, flaccid cock swinging slightly, bodily fluids drying on his milky white skin. “How did you even know I was awake?” William asks, dying to go over and kiss Est’s pink lips, wanting so badly to taste the coffee on his tongue.
“I heard you wake up, and then I could feel you staring at me.” Est muses, smiling, and then finally looks at him, brown eyes blinking slowly like a cat. “Good morning.”
“Good morning, I’ll be quick.” William tells him, scurrying towards the bathroom. He throws himself in the shower. He washes his hair, and then conditions. He leaves that in while scrubbing his body, unfortunately, he had to wash Est off him, but, he was gross, his hand from where Est had cum on him had dried down and started to flake, and also his own cock. He knows they’ll both get dirty again later, but a shower now is needed. He rinses the suds off him as well as the conditioner. He shakes his hair out and then turns off the water, wrapping a towel around his waist, then walks back into the room, and makes a beeline for Est, who’s munching on a piece of watermelon. He walks straight over to Est, grabs his chin, and places a delicate yet loving kiss to Est’s lips. Water droplets fall from the ends of his hair, against Est’s pants, his body now clean and Est free, but hopefully, that’ll all change in the next few hours, it really depend on how Est is feeling.
Est kisses him back and pulls away, looking into William’s deep brown eyes, William just stares, still not completely sure if Est is real or not. “Been wanting to do that since I woke up.”
Est laughs and shakes his head fondly, “you could have.”
“I know, but, I really needed that shower,” William smiles and then instead of going to get dressed, he plops himself down next to Est. Est hands him a cup of fresh coffee, exactly how he likes it. He takes a sip and it seeps into his tongue and slips down his throat, exactly like how Est does. “Last night was amazing,” he whispers, leaning closer to Est. He whispers because it’s their moment, and he doesn’t want anyone else to know, not like there’s anyone around, but William doesn’t care. “And so was this morning.”
Est nods his head and turns to look at him, William searches his face for any kind of annoyance or any discomfort, he doesn’t find any. What he finds is love, contentment, and awe. It’s enough to make William blush and his stomach clench. “It was, and thank you so much for breaking the skin on my neck.” Est huffs, “how am I supposed to explain that to my makeup artist?”
William smirks lewdly, “I would say I’m sorry but, I won’t, it was your fault anyway.” He shrugs, sipping his coffee.
Est huffs, “how exactly is you biting into my neck so hard I now have your teeth marks in my neck my fault?”
“You came three times this morning.” William tells him, deadpan.
He watches Est take in the information before his eyebrows furrow in confusion, “huh? I only came once this morning, William.”
William shakes his head, and takes another sip of his coffee. He places the mug on the coffee table and picks up a few grapes, popping them into his mouth and chewing slowly. He can sense Est getting annoyed by his lack of an explanation, but he’s having too much fun, he eats a few more grapes before finally giving in. “Nope, three times,” he says, Est just looks at him with more confusion clouding in his eyes, “you came once when you woke up.”
“Yes, I remember,” Est says, blushing, his ears turning red.
“You then fell back to sleep, which I couldn’t believe, you let me fuck you while you slept,” William whines, he shuffles closer to Est, almost atop of him on the couch, his towel unsteady where it’s around his hips, “and you came twice more while you slept.”
Est just laughs, “Ter, no one can cum in their sleep.”
“You can.” William replies, moving closer, their noses brushing, breath mingling, “I was pressing down on your stomach, so I could feel myself inside of you, maybe that’s why you came the second time, and then the third time,” William groans, remembering Est cumming on his hand, “was a few minutes after the second time. I don’t know how or why Est, but congratulations, you can cum in your sleep, and almost killed me in the process, I know I’ve cum hard a few times since we’ve been together, because, seriously, you are truly something to behold, but this morning,” William leans in closer and presses their lips together, softly, kissing Est with enough love and passion he can muster before pulling back slightly, “this morning, I’ve never cum that hard, it almost killed me.”
William watches Est swallow, his Adam's apple bobbing with the motion, “well,” Est moves forward, pushing William so he’s now sitting on the plush, soft couch instead of looming over him. Est sits atop of him, thighs spread over William’s lap. William’s breath hitches when Est’s finger tips brush up his stomach and chest, one hand settles against his neck, the other snaking into his hair, gripping the almost dry strands at the base of his neck. William’s hands grip Est’s hips and he pulls him closer, William twitches under the towel, under Est and Est smirks at him, William knows he can feel it, can feel how William is affected by him, how good Est makes him feel by just breathing in his vicinity. Est crashes their lips together, and bites into William’s bottom lip, slowly grinding himself into William’s crotch, William’s hands grip firmer and he chases Est’s lips when he pulls away, “how about we test it, and see if you can cum just as hard again?” And instead of kissing him again like William thinks he will, he reaches behind him, and dips his index and middle fingers into a bowl of whipped cream William failed to notice. Est brings his cream covered fingers in front of William, and William opens his mouth, sure that Est is going to make him suck on his fingers, but that doesn’t happen. What Est does is smears the whipped cream on both of William’s nipples, and then reaches back again, scoops more up and once again, smears the whipped cream down William’s chest, down his sternum, right over his abs and stops where his towel sits under his belly button. “Ever heard of food play?” Est whispers, seductively, eyes blown, smirking down at William. William just whimpers, blinking his own blown out eyes in surprise. Est will really be the death of him.
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FIN.