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Will forgot himself and opened his mouth, tongue pressing against the seam of Itori’s mouth. Will had seen it done in movies, and despite never trying, it felt natural here and now. Itori pulled back only for a second, and before Will could gather words to apologize or explain, Itori leaned in again for another kiss.

This time he opened his mouth, his tongue slipping out to meet Will’s.

It was hot and wet and charged. It went like a bolt of electricity down his spine. His hands dug into Itori’s shoulder, forgetting all about the mess, all about his own untouched cock. He felt his own lack of skill in the kissing, but it wasn’t like Itori would know that. Itori didn’t know how to kiss either, they were learning together.

Itori pressed him farther into the tree, and the pressure of those scales against Will’s cock made him moan. The sound went right into Itori’s mouth, and he swallowed it down.

Will couldn’t last much longer. He was wound so tight it was a vibration running the length of his body. His hips bucked as Itori kissed him, and he began to rut against those scales. He wanted more, wanted everything. Impossible things that Itori himself had said he wouldn’t give.

But Will was weak and needy. The words perched on his tongue.

Then Itori groaned in approval against his mouth, hot tongue slipping against Will’s. He felt surrounded, contained. He moaned in response, letting the words fall away. His hips moved harder against sleek scales.

Itori nibbled against his lower lip. Just the smallest hint of sharp teeth.

Will was done for.

He cried out and started to come. It was wild and uncontrolled, spilling everywhere. Itori held him tight and kissed him through it, making that same rumbling sound that Will loved. It was sparks and pleasure and giving, all without the guilt or fear of discovery.

Will had never known he could feel so free. That this was what everyone meant when they talked about falling in love.

When the pleasure finally rolled over him, Will sagged in Itori’s arms. Itori didn’t struggle with his weight, he only pressed one more gentle kiss to Will’s lips, and kept him supported.

“That was new,” Itori said.

Will’s ears were still ringing. “The kiss? Was it okay?”

Itori kissed his cheek. “Very. You taste delicious.”

“You taste like oranges,” Will said, a little too punch drunk to hold that back.

“Do I?” It might have been a trick of the light, but Will thought Itori looked amused.

“Mm.”

Itori nuzzled Will’s cheek affectionately. “How are you, sweet Willowtree?”

Will took a long, slow breath. He still wasn’t used to his name, like that, out of Itori’s mouth. “Good, really good.” His thoughts were slow moving clouds. “How’s… the energy?”

“Plentiful,” Itori said.

Will nodded. He felt drunk, but it was the pleasant kind. “Should we… again, later?”

“If you wish,” Itori said.

Will did. He wished to have this over and over and over again, for all the years between here and the grave that would be empty.

“We should make you as strong as we can,” Will said instead.

“And you, can I make you a little less alone, at least for now?” Itori nuzzled his cheek again.

That sounded so nice.

Maybe the pull wasn’t so bad after all. It had brought them together, and even if Will would ache when Itori left, he’d always have the memories.

He rolled his tight shoulder, trying to figure out how to put that into words, and realized he was still pinned against the tree. “Are you gonna hold me up the whole time?” He asked instead.

Itori tilted his head. “If you enjoyed it.”