Mostly Minecraft -- A Youtuber Oneshot Book

{Frail -- Kiani} (Smut)

This is the first smut I've ever written, and let me just say, it's waaaaaay harder then I thought. this was so difficult to write. Sorry if it sucks...
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The knock on my door startled me. I had been editing a video when I heard it, and the silent atmosphere had been broken by the echoing noise. I took a deep breath before breaking the blanket of quiet once again. "Come in!" I shouted, my eyes not leaving my computer. A second later, I heard the rough squeak as my door was opened. looking up, I see none other than Will standing uncertainly near the door. in gesture for him to make himself comfortable, and he settles down on the couch. I take a second to study his appearance today. What's exposed of his arms past his rolled up sweater sleeves are thin, and covered in blacks and blues. his face is sporting a brown bruise on his upper cheekbone, but it only proves to make his stunning brown eyes even more chocolaty. "hi." He says quietly. I smile reassuringly at him. "Hello Will. Good to see your bruises are going down." he smiles back, but winces as his adorable dimples interfere with the bruise on his cheek. Will has been living with me for the past two days. After finding out that Will's boyfriend Mark was abusive to him, I convinced will to move from Chicago to Seattle to live with me. I've always loved Will, and I assume he feels the same, just by the way he acts around me, and the fact that Devon always tells me to "just go for it bruh!" Because "he's obviously into you!" I tend to listen to Devon for relationship advice, since he's pansexual and all that. I haven't tried to make a move on Will though, since he's still frail from his 6 months of being abused by Mark. If he had told me sooner I would have helped, and I still can't forgive myself for not figuring it out sooner. "Yeah." will says in reply to my earlier comment. "I'm feeling a lot better. Thank you again for letting me stay here." I reply the same as I always do. "it's ok man. this is what friends are for!" It pains me to call us friends. "Jordan. I'm starting to forget about him. the scars are fading, from my body, but also from my conscious. and it's all thanks to you Bayani. you help me forget about him. with you I feel loved." With that, he gets up off the couch, steps toward me, and places his lips against mine. my eyes widen. Will. Is. Kissing. Me. Reality kicks in and I start kissing back. passionately. Lovingly. will pulls away slowly, looking into my eyes. impulsively I grab Will's shoulders lightly, pulling him in for another kiss. This one is more rough, almost needy. his lips move against mine, painting pictures of adoration and beauty, as well as dominance and control. I pull his head closer, kissing with equal vigor, stealing his dominance and projecting it back at him through the patterns our lips make. I pull will down so he is sitting on my lap, facing me. my arms are hooked under his arms and over his shoulders, making us impossibly close together. I stand up, wills legs instinctively wrapping around my waist as I carry him to my bed, not once breaking our kiss. laying will on his back, I hover over him, pushing his hair out of his eyes and gently kissing his forehead, his nose, his lips once again, and trail down to his neck. My lips dart around, scouting the territory. as I discover a new section of Will's neck, near his collarbone, he lets out a breathy groan, tensing in pleasure. I continue to explore that spot, gently nipping and the Brit's soft, pale skin. rubbing my palms up and down wills sides, under his sweater and shirt, I cause them to ride up, exposing his flat stomach. I slowly kiss from wills sweet spot up to his ear, and whisper softly, "you need to eat more." He lets out a shaky breath and lifts his hands over his head, allowing me to slide his shirt off. I kiss down his chest while massaging his stomach with the palm of my hand. will lets out a small whimper and pulls me closer, grabbing onto the hem of my shirt, and pulling it off of me. I lean down against him, his bare skin warm against mine. My hand slowly drifts downward from massaging wills stomach to palming him, causing him to gasp in surprise and sensitivity. I continue kissing him, and inch-by-inch pull down his grey sweatpants. will has a similar idea, undoing the button and zipper of my jeans, and slipping them down my legs, to the point where I can shove them off with my feet. at this point, I don't care where they land. I lean down on will, rubbing against him, causing him to let out a moan and arch his back, writhing under me in pleasure. he brings his hand down to my boxers, his cold fingers tracing the line where my stomach meets the elastic. He hooks his fingers on it and steadily pushes down, removing my last article of clothing, which I kick somewhere across the room. I lean down and grab the strap of his boxers in my teeth, yanking down. Will groans loudly. "Jordan! Please..." His voice trails off and I kiss his lips before replying. Will?" I question. "just- now, please Jordan. I need you... " I look at him concernedly. "are you sure will?" he nods vigorously and I position myself over him, before entering him slowly and cautiously, not wanting to hurt him. Will lets out a loud moan, and I take that as a signal that he is enjoying himself, pulling out and thrusting back in. not quickly, or lustfully, just passionately and slow, until Will lets out a final loud groan and paints the bed, me following a second behind with a grunt, and laying down next to will. I entwine my legs with his, and kiss him again. as I'm about to fall asleep, I hear his voice echo through my head. "Jordan?" "Hmm?" I respond, to tired to form unneeded words. "I love you." he says. I smile and lay a peck on his forehead. "I love you too will. I love you too."