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William sprinted across the field with razor-sharp focus, the ball practically glued to his hands. Defenders swarmed him, trying to block him - but William easily dodged past them with quick, sharp turns. The crowd chanted his name, waving flags wildly, fueling him even more.
The basket was right there - he jumped, flicked his wrist, and released the ball with perfect aim.
85-72.
Another effortless win, where William had carried his team to victory once again as their star player - keeping their undefeatable streak still alive. The stadium exploded with cheers, his teammates rushing to hug and backslap William - though he dodged most of them.
Then came the fans, pouring over the barrier like a zombie movie live action, except instead of brains they wanted autographs.
"Oh my god, William please sign my forehead!!" One girl squeaked, shoving a marker towards him.
"No way! Sign my jersey first!" A guy yelled, practically pushing the girl away for William’s attention.
But William? He doesn't even bat a glance towards them. His sharp eyes scanning the crowd for a familiar head.
Est, Est, Est–
There.
In an instant, his stoic demeanour melted instantly, a bright adorning smile plastered on his face instead, eyes crinkling and dimples appearing. "P'Est!" He called out, pushing through the crowd with only one focus in mind.
Before Est could react, William pulled him in for a bone crushing hug, pressing him against his sweaty jersey and nuzzling into Est's hair like an overgrown puppy. "Did you see that? I won!" he mumbled into his hair, completely oblivious to the crowds gaping jaws and confused stares.
"I'm so happy," he says as he breathed in Est's familiar scent that felt like home whilst squeezing him even tighter. William’s heart was pounding like crazy, both from the adrenaline of winning and from Est fitting perfectly against him...
The crowd still watched in disbelief, because.. what? Since when did the infamous, stoic William turn into this? All clingy and grinning as if he was some golden retriever seeing his owner after ten years.
And it was all because of Est. His totally platonic best friend that William didn't even realize he had feelings for.
Est let out a startled, muffled laugh against his chest, his hands coming up to rest tentatively on William's damp shoulders as he tried to find air. "Will, you're literally soaking wet, you're going to get sweat all over me!" he teased, though he didn't actually pull away, his fingers curling slightly into the fabric of William's jersey instead. He glanced up at the sea of gaping faces around them, his cheeks flushing a dusty rose, but he couldn't help the fond, lopsided smile that tugged at her lips. "Of course I saw it, you idiot; you were incredible out there. But if you keep squeezing me like this, people are going to start thinking we're dating or something."
William pulled back just enough to look Est in the eyes, a mischievous, lopsided grin tugging at his lips, his dimples making him look less like a terrifying athlete and more like a boy in love though he still stubbornly categorized the feeling as 'best friend energy.' He reached up with one hand, his long fingers gently brushing a strand of hair away from Est's forehead, his touch uncharacteristically tender for someone with such large, powerful hands.
"You're stuck with me, Phi," he teased, his gaze lingering on Est's face a second too long, his heart doing a frantic little dance in his ribs. "Even if you get all sweaty and gross. Actually... you're the one who's supposed to be comforting me after a big game, don't you think?" He gave a little wiggle of his eyebrows, his eyes sparkling with a playful energy.
Est rolled his eyes, though the blush deepening on his cheeks betrayed him, and he finally let his hands slide from William's shoulders to rest firmly against the damp heat of his chest.
"Comforting you? You're a menace, Will," he laughed softly, the sound light and melodic against the backdrop of the fading crowd noise. "You win the entire game and then expect me to carry you through the post game exhaustion too?" He looked up at William, his eyes shimmering with a mix of fond exasperation and something much deeper, much more unsaid, as he leaned in just a fraction closer.
"But fine, since you're being such a dramatic baby... how about we get out of here before you start demanding a victory parade?" He gave William's jersey a playful little tug, a silent invitation to finally leave the prying eyes behind and find somewhere a little more private.
William loved it when Est took charge like that, even in small ways. It made a heat curl in the pit of his stomach that had nothing to do with his recent physical exertion and everything to do with the way he was looking at him right now.
"A victory parade? Please, that sounds way too much work," William whispered, his voice a low, gravelly vibration that was meant for Est's ears alone. "I'd much rather just... hide away somewhere quiet. Just us."
He hadn't let go of Est's waist, sliding his large, veiny hand down to the small of Es't back, pulling him close enough that their hips brushed. William felt a sudden, sharp pang of possessiveness as he noticed a few lingering stares from the crowd, and he instinctively shifted his broad shoulders, partially shielding Est from the prying eyes of the onlookers. He wanted to wrap him up in his arms and carry him out of there, away from the noise and the worship and the noise.
"Lead the way then, princess," William teased, his voice lacing with a playful sarcasm that only Est could elicit. He began to walk, but he didn't walk beside Est; he walked with his arm draped heavily and protectively over his shoulders, his long fingers occasionally grazing his neck in a way that felt entirely too intimate to be 'just platonic'.
Est let out a huff of mock indignation at the 'princess' comment, though he didn't make any real effort to shake off William's heavy, protective arm. "Princess? Seriously? You're lucky you're cute, or that would have cost you," he muttered, though the warmth spreading through his chest told a completely different story.
As they navigated the thinning crowd, Est glanced up at William's profile, noting the sharp line of his jaw and the way he seemed to be shielding him from the world, and the realization that this tension was becoming almost unbearable.
"Actually," he said, his voice dropping to a quieter, more serious tone as they reached the quieter corridor leading to the parking lot,"if we're going to find somewhere quiet... can we just go to your place? My apartment is too loud tonight, and honestly, I think you need to relax a bit so maybe I could help".
William's breath hitched almost imperceptibly, the words catching in his throat as he processed Est's suggestion. His grip on Est's shoulder tightened, his fingers digging slightly into the fabric of his clothes, and for a moment, the stoic mask he wore for the world threatened to return not out of coldness, but out of a sudden, overwhelming surge of nerves. He had never been good at handling the way his heart reacted to Est; it was a chaotic, galloping thing that refused to be disciplined, and the idea of being alone with him in the quiet of his own apartment made his stomach do a slow, dizzying roll.
"My place?" Willaim echoed, his voice a little rougher than usual. He cleared his throat, trying to shake off the sudden tension that had stiffened his spine. "I... yeah, sure. That works. I don't really have anything in the fridge besides protein shakes and some old takeout, though. Hope you're not expecting a five star meal."
The silence between them felt thick, charged with an energy that William couldn't quite name, though it made his skin prickle and his pulse quicken. He led Est toward his car, his pace slow and deliberate, as if he were trying to stretch out the moment for as long as possible.
As he unlocked the door and held it open for Est, William's gaze lingered on him, taking in the way the dim streetlights reflected in those green eyes. There was a sudden, sharp urge to just reach out and pull Est toward him, to see if that flush on his cheeks would deepen if he got even closer. But he held back, his hand remaining on the door handle, his knuckles white.
"You're too good to me," William murmured, his voice barely audible over the distant sound of traffic. "Seriously, I don't know why you put up with me.", he said his eyes searching Est's for a reaction, a sign, anything that would tell him if this was just another day of their friendship or if the air between them had shifted into something... more. The thought of having Est in his private space, away from the eyes of the world, made his chest tighten with a longing he couldn't explain, and certainly couldn't admit.
"Don't act like you don't know why," said Est, his voice dropping to a teasing yet vulnerable whisper that hung heavy in the cool night air.* "You're a handful, but you're my handful. Now, are you going to keep staring at me like you're trying to read my mind, or are we actually going to go?"
'You're my handful.' The possessive weight of that phrase hit William like a physical blow to the solar plexus, more intense than any collision he’d ever experienced on the basketball court. His heart wasn't just racing now; it was thundering, a heavy, rhythmic drumming that felt loud enough to echo off the asphalt. He wanted to argue, to say something witty and deflect the tension, but his brain felt like it had been short circuited. So he just smiled and shaked his head and climbed into the drivers seat.
"Fine, fine. We're going,". He pulled out of the parking lot, but even as he focused on the road, his mind was miles ahead, already imagining the quiet of his apartment, the dim lighting, and the intoxicating possibility of having Est all to himself once again, without the world watching, without the masks, just the two of them and the heavy, unspoken tension that seemed to grow with every passing second.
Est let out a quiet, knowing hum, leaning his head back against the headrest as he watched the city lights blur past the window. He could feel the tension radiating off William in waves, a frantic energy that made the small space of the car feel almost too tight to breathe in. The way William's hands gripped the steering wheel so large and powerful, yet seemingly uncoordinated by his own nerves made a small, fond smile tug at Est's lips.
"You're so obvious, you know," he murmured, his voice barely a whisper, lacing it with a playful sweetness as he turned his gaze back to William's profile. "You can try to play it cool all you want, but your heart is practically thumping loud enough for me to hear it from here." He reached out, his hand hesitant for only a second before he let his cool fingers thread through Williams hair.
The cool touch of Est's hand against his scalp sent a violent shiver down William’s spine, a wave of electricity that traveled from the crown of his head all the way down to the tips of his toes, making his muscles twitch beneath his jersey.
"You're a menace, Phi," William whispered, a small, lopsided smile finally breaking through his facade. He reached up with one hand, leaving the other on the wheel, and dropping it on Est's thigh. "Always trying to mess with my head. You know exactly what you're doing, don't you?"
The heat from William's hand on his thigh was seeping through Est's clothes, making his skin tingle and his pulse jump in sync with the athlete's frantic heartbeat.
"Maybe I like messing with your head," he murmured, his eyes darkening as he leaned slightly toward the driver's seat, narrowing the space between them even further. "And maybe the reason it's so loud is because you're terrified of what happens when I finally get you alone."
William pulled the car into his apartment complex, the tires crunching softly on the pavement as he brought the vehicle to a halt in his reserved spot. The engine died, and suddenly, the silence that rushed in was deafening. The only sound was the heavy, synchronized thudding of their hearts and the faint, rhythmic ticking of the cooling engine.
"Maybe I am terrified," William confessed, the honesty of the admission making his chest ache. He let his hand on Est's thigh slide just a few inches higher, his large palm spreading wide, feeling the heat radiating from his skin. "Because if it's not just in my head... if what's happening right now is actually real..."
He trailed off, his gaze dropping to Est's lips for a fraction of a second before snapping back up to his eyes. He looked vulnerable, stripped of his stoic armor, a man standing on the edge of a cliff and wondering if he should jump.
"Then everything we've been doing... all this 'best friend' stuff..." He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat. "It's not enough. It's never been enough."
Est watched the way William's hand moved on his thigh, the sheer heat of it making his own skin feel sensitive and alive, and for a moment, the teasing Est was gone, replaced by someone much more raw. A soft, lopsided smile touched his lips, though his eyes remained intensely serious, searching William's dark gaze.
"Then stop trying to play it safe, Will," he whispered, his voice thick with a sudden, daring vulnerability as he leaned in, his face inches from the his. "Because it hasn't been enough for me for a long time .Let's go upstairs hm?"
"Upstairs," William rasped, the word sounding more like a vow than a suggestion.
He moved with a sudden, decisive energy, unbuckling his seatbelt with a sharp click that sounded like a starting gun. William scrambled out of the driver's side, his long legs moving with an uncharacteristic restlessness as he hurried to the passenger side to open Est's door. He reached in, his hand finding Est's waist to help him out, but he didn't let go once Est was on his feet. Instead, he pulled him flush against him, his broad shoulders blocking out the world, his eyes burning into his.
"Don't say things you can't take back, Phi," William warned, his voice a low, dangerous rumble, though his eyes were soft with a desperate kind of affection. "Because once we get through that door... once we're alone... there's no going back to just being 'friends'."
"Who said I wanted to go back?" Est whispered, his voice steady despite the way his heart was trying to leap out of his chest. He reached up, his fingers grazing the sensitive skin of William's neck, pulling him just a fraction closer until their foreheads rested against each other. "Stop talking and just take me inside, Will. I'm tired of waiting."
Every step toward the apartment building felt like a countdown. William's mind was a whirlwind of sensation: the cool night air, the friction of Est's body against his side, and the heavy, pulsing heat between his legs that he could no longer ignore. He was a man of intense physical discipline, but Est was systematically dismantling his control.
When they finally reached his door, William fumbled with the keys for a split second a rare moment of uncharacteristic clumsiness before the lock clicked open. He stepped inside, pulling Est in after him, and the moment the door slammed shut with a heavy, final thud, the pretense of 'playing it safe' was dead and buried.
He turned Est around, his back hitting the door as William crowded into him, his large hands sliding down to grip Est's hips, pulling him so close that there wasn't a single inch of air left between them. He leaned down, his lips hovering just a breath away from Est's, his voice a dark, velvet promise.
"No more waiting," he whispered, his eyes hooded and intense. "Not anymore.
Est's hands flew to William's chest, not to push him away, but to anchor himself as he felt the frantic, powerful thrum of the athlete's heart beneath his palms. He looked up, his eyes wide and shimmering with a mix of triumph and sheer, overwhelming desire, a small, breathless laugh escaping him.
"Then stop talking, Will... God, you talk so much when you're nervous," he teased, though his voice was thick and unsteady, betraying just how much William's intensity was affecting him. He reached up, his fingers curling into the damp fabric of William's jersey to pull him down the final, agonizing inch. As he tilted his head, his lips brushed against William's in a teasing, ghost like contact, a silent challenge to finally bridge the gap.
"Show me exactly how much you've been waiting."
He didn't wait for a rebuttal. William surged forward, closing the agonizing gap between them with a ferocity that was almost overwhelming. When his lips finally crashed against Est's, it wasn't the soft, tentative kiss of a first love; it was a collision. It was hungry, desperate, and possessive, a release of all the tension that had been coiled in his muscles since the moment he saw Est in the stands tonight.
The taste of Est, the familiar, intoxicating scent of him mixed with the heat of the moment sent a jolt of pure electricity through William's nervous system. He groaned into the kiss, a sound of pure, unmitigated want, as he felt Est's hands clutching at his jersey, pulling him closer, as if Est were trying to merge their very souls.
His tongue swept against Est's, a bold, sweeping motion that demanded a response, and as Est met him with equal fervor, William felt a surge of heat so intense it made his vision swim. His body was reacting viscerally; his pulse was a drumbeat in his ears, and the heavy, aching weight in his groin was becoming almost impossible to manage.
"You have no idea what you've started baby. "
Est's face was flushed, his lips swollen from the intensity of their contact, and for the first time, the stoic William Jakrapatr was completely, utterly undone.
"I'm not letting you go tonight," he promised, his gaze dropping to Est's lips again. "Not until you know exactly how much you mean to me."
Est felt small against William's massive frame, but instead of feeling overwhelmed, he felt a fierce, exhilarating sense of belonging as he leaned his forehead against his, his eyes searching the dark, hungry depths of the athlete's gaze.
"Then don't," he whispered, his voice trembling with a mix of laughter and raw desire as he slid his hands from William's biceps up to his neck, his fingers tracing the damp skin of his nape. "Don't just tell me, Will... prove it to me."
He pulled back just a fraction, a daring, breathless smirk tugging at his swollen lips as he gestured vaguely toward the bedroom behind them."Take me to your bed and show me everything you've been hiding behind that calm face of yours."
"With pleasure," he rasped, the words vibrating with a dark, heavy promise.
He didn't let Est walk. Instead, with a sudden, powerful movement, William hooked his arms under Est's thighs and hoisted him up as Est let out a startled, melodic yelp. William's large, muscular arms felt like iron bands around Est, holding him securely as he carried him toward the bedroom, his long, powerful strides eating up the distance of the short hallway.
The bedroom was dim, lit only by the soft, ambient glow of the city lights filtering through the blinds, casting long, slatted shadows across the unmade bed. William kicked the door shut behind them, the sound echoing in the quiet space, and he didn't stop until he reached the edge of the mattress. He lowered Est onto the sheets with a gentleness that contrasted sharply with the intensity of his gaze, but he didn't pull away. Instead, he hovered over him, his massive, broad shoulders casting a shadow that completely enveloped Est.
"You want to see it all?" William whispered, his voice dropping to a deep, gravelly register that was pure, unadulterated seduction. He began to peel the damp jersey from his own torso, the fabric clinging to his toned, muscular pecs before finally sliding off to reveal the hard, defined lines of his chest and the sharp V line that disappeared into the waistband of his basketball shorts. His skin glistened in the dim light, a testament to the heat radiating from his body.
He leaned down, his lips grazing Est's ear, his warm breath sending a fresh wave of shivers through Est's frame. "Be careful what you wish for, baby... because once you see it, there's no going back to the way things were. You're going to be stuck with me. Completely stuck."
"I've been 'stuck' on you since we were teenagers, Will. So stop warning me and start showing me."
William didn't give Est a chance to breathe. He moved with a sudden, hungry grace, shedding the rest of his clothing until he was nothing but skin and muscle, his large, powerful frame looming over Est like a shadow. The air in the room felt heavy, thick with the scent of sweat, skin, and the electric charge of a decade of unspoken feelings finally coming to light.
As he lowered himself onto the bed again, the mattress dipping significantly under his frame, William didn't just settle beside Est; he draped himself over him, a heavy, warm weight. He used his large, veiny hands to pin Est's wrists above his head, not to restrain him, but to ground him, to feel the frantic pulse in Est's wrists against his palms.
He leaned down, his lips brushing against Est's in a slow, torturous caress, his breath hot and ragged against his skin. "Everything I've thought about when we were just sitting on your porch... everything I've felt when you laughed at a joke that wasn't even funny... everything I've been too scared to say because I was terrified of losing the only person who actually sees me."
"I'm going to show you," William promised, his voice dropping to a growl as he began to trail a path of hot, biting kisses down Est's jawline toward his throat. "I'm going to show you exactly how much of me has belonged to you all along." He shifted, his thick, muscular thigh sliding between Est's legs, a deliberate, heavy pressure that made the friction of their skin feel like a brand. William's eyes darkened, the golden retriever energy completely replaced by the primal, focused intensity of a man who had finally found his home.
Est's eyes fluttered shut, his head tossing back against the pillow as William's lips found the sensitive skin of his throat, his fingers curling tightly into the sheets. "Will, please," he gasped, his voice a wrecked, breathless plea that betrayed the sheer desperation coiling in his gut. "Stop talking, stop promising... just touch me. Please, baby, just touch me."
"Anything," William rasped, his voice breaking under the weight of his own desire. "Anything you want, Phi. Just tell me."
William sat up on his haunches, his broad, muscular back a landscape of shifting shadows in the dim light, his skin glistening with a fine sheen of sweat. He shed Est's clothes with a focused, primal intent, his large, veiny hands working with a hurried grace that spoke of his desperation to be unburdened.
As the last of the barriers fell, leaving them both completely bare in the dim, amber tinted shadows of the room, William let out a breath he felt like he’d been holding for a decade. The sight of Est, unadorned and beautiful under him, was almost too much to bear. William's dark eyes swept over Est's body, his gaze heavy and possessive, lingering on the curve of his hips and the way his chest rose and fell in rapid, shallow heaves.
"You're so beautiful," William rasped, his voice a low, broken vibration that seemed to echo in the very bones of Est's body. He reached down, his large, veiny hand cupping Est's cheek, his thumb tracing the line of his lower lip with a reverence that was almost painful. "I've spent so many nights imagining this... imagining how you'd feel under me. How you'd taste."
He leaned down, his lips finding Est's in a kiss that was no longer a question, but an answer. It was deep, slow, and incredibly thorough, his tongue sweeping against Est's in a way that demanded a total surrender. His other hand slid down, his long fingers splaying across Est's stomach, his touch heavy and grounding, before his hand wandered lower, his palm cupping the heat between his legs.
"I'm going to touch you everywhere," William promised, his voice a dark, velvet growl against Est's skin as he began to trail his lips down his neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive tendon there. "I'm going to make sure you never forget the way you feel right now. Every touch, every breath... it's all for you, Phi. Only you."
"Fuck, Will." *he gasped, his voice a wrecked, trembling thing as his fingers dug into the hard, sweat slicked muscles of William's shoulders, trying to pull him even closer. "Stop talking please. I want you. Right now."
William shifted, his massive, muscular thighs spreading Est's legs wider, his heavy weight settling firmly into the cradle of his hips. The friction of their bare skin sweat slicked, hot, and electric sent a jolt of pure, unadulterated sensation through William's entire nervous system, making his vision blur for a split second. One hand slid under Est's lower back, arching him up to meet him, while the other moved to his thigh, his long fingers digging into the muscle to pull him even closer, as if he were trying to fuse their very bones together.
"You're going to feel everything," he rasped against Est's skin, his voice thick and heavy with a need so intense it was almost painful.
He slowed his movements just a fraction, a final moment of reverence before the plunge. He used his thumb to smear Est's own slickness around the opening, his touch firm and deliberate, watching his face with an intensity that was almost frightening. He wanted to see every flicker of sensation, every twitch of his muscles, every silent plea.
As he prepared to slide his fingers inside, William leaned down, capturing his lips in a bruising, desperate kiss, muffling Est's inevitable gasp. With a slow, steady pressure, he began to push his fingers into Est's heat, his large hands working with a focused, singular purpose to stretch and soothe, to prepare him for the sheer, overwhelming scale of what was to come. He felt Est's body tighten around him, a delicious, pulsing friction that made Williams cock twitch.
"Will, oh god," he gasped, his fingers curling so tightly into William's shoulders that his knuckles turned white. He arched his hips upward, instinctively seeking more of that heavy, stretching pressure, his breath coming in short, jagged bursts. Don't... don't stop... please, just more. I need you to... to fill me up completely."
William didn't wait for another word. He was a man of immense physical power, and he used it now to position himself with a singular, focused intent. He removed his fingers from Est's hole and wrapped his hand at the base of his own cock, guiding himself to the entrance he had just been prepping with his fingers. The heat radiating from Est's body was intoxicating, a siren call that pulled William deeper into the abyss of his own need.
With a slow, controlled, and devastatingly powerful thrust, he began to sink into Est. He didn't rush; he wanted to feel the exquisite, stretching friction of Est's tight heat as he pushed past the initial resistance. He felt Est's muscles clench around him, a desperate, welcoming squeeze that made his head light and his heart thunder against his ribs.
He groaned, a deep, guttural sound of pure, unadulterated ecstasy, as he buried himself deep. He stayed there for a moment, buried to the hilt, his chest heaving as he waited for Est to adjust to the sheer, staggering weight and size of him.
"You're... so tight," William breathed, his forehead dropping to rest against Est's, his sweat dripping onto his skin. "God, baby... you feel perfect. Like you were made just to hold me."
"Fuck, Will" he gasped, his voice trembling with a mix of shock and raw, overwhelming pleasure. He arched his hips instinctively, trying to draw him deeper, his eyes hazy and clouded with a dizzying haze of lust. "You're stretching me so good... so much. Please... I can't. Move please."
William began to drive into Est with a rhythmic, primal intensity. He pulled back, almost entirely out, feeling the agonizingly slow slide of his skin against Est's, before plunging back in with a heavy, forceful thrust that made the bed frame groan beneath them. Each stroke was deep, deliberate, and devastatingly thorough, designed to hit every sensitive nerve, to ensure Est felt the full, staggering scale of his length.
He increased the tempo, his thrusts becoming faster, harder, more urgent. He was losing himself in the sensation, the way Est's tight heat gripped him, the way his moans sounded in the quiet room, the way his eyes looked so beautiful when they were clouded with such intense, unbridled pleasure. William felt a pressure building in his gut, a mounting, explosive tension that was rapidly approaching the breaking point.
Est's legs instinctively hooked around William's massive waist, pulling him even tighter, desperate to eliminate every microscopic sliver of air between them. "Please... please...," he choked out, his eyes wide and shimmering with a frantic, beautiful desperation as he looked up at the man who had finally broken his walls.
"I'm here... I'm right here," William groaned, his voice a wrecked, gravelly mess.
"You're so beautiful when you're like this," he rasped, leaning down to pepper Est's face with frantic, heated kisses his forehead, his eyelids, the curve of his cheek before returning to his mouth to swallow his desperate moans. "So perfect. Just for me."
The pressure was becoming unbearable, a mounting, volcanic tension that coiled in William's lower abdomen and surged through his massive limbs. Every time Est;s legs squeezed his waist, every time his voice broke on a high, keening moan, William felt himself teetering on the razor's edge of total oblivion. He was no longer just moving; he was colliding with Est, a rhythmic, violent symphony of skin on skin and heavy, desperate breathing.
He was close so dangerously close and the sensation of Est's tight, pulsing walls clamping around him as the man reached his peak was the final, devastating blow.
"William" he shrieked, his voice cracking into a high, desperate sob as the first tremors of a shattering climax began to ripple through his hips. He squeezed his eyes shut, his head thrashing against the pillow as he felt himself teetering on the edge of total oblivion. I'm gonna... God, Will. Please"
"I've got you, baby. Fuck Est" William roared, his voice thick and primal, as he abandoned all pretense of restraint.
As Est's body finally shattered, his screams muffled against William's neck, William felt his own climax arrive with the force of a tidal wave. It was a violent, soul shaking explosion that started in the very core of his being and radiated outward to his fingertips and toes. His entire massive frame went rigid, his muscles locking into iron hard cords as he let out a long, low, animalistic groan that seemed to vibrate the very air in the room.
He thrust one last time, a deep, desperate, soul searching lunge that buried him to the hilt, and then he let go. He poured himself into Est, his hot, thick seed pulsing deep inside him in heavy, rhythmic bursts, a physical manifestation of every unspoken feeling, every secret thought, and every ounce of love he had carried in silence for years.
William collapsed forward, his heavy, sweat slicked chest crashing against Est's, his breath coming in ragged, sobbing gasps. He was trembling, his entire body vibrating from the aftershocks of the release, his head buried in the crook of his neck as he clung to him like a drowning man to a life raft. He didn't pull away; he couldn't. He stayed buried deep, his heart thudding a frantic, heavy rhythm against Est's, as he breathed in the scent of his skin, finally, truly, home.
"You didn't hold anything back, did you?" He tightened his legs around William's waist one last time, a quiet, possessive gesture, before pulling him closer to press a soft, lingering kiss to his jaw.
"Don't move yet... just stay right here, exactly like this."
"I'm not going anywhere," he promised, his voice a low, velvet vow. He shifted just enough to wrap his massive, heavy arms around Est, pulling him into a crushing, protective embrace that was as much a caress as it was a claim. He tucked his face into the crook of his neck, inhaling the scent of him salt, sweat, and the familiar, comforting aroma that was uniquely Est.
"Right here," William murmured against Est's skin, his eyes fluttering shut as a peaceful, content smile the one he only ever gave to Est tugged at the corners of his lips. "Exactly like this. Forever, if you'll let me."