Helliam//Willry

Chapter twelve

Henry POV

My breath became bearably heavier within the physical administration, quiet, lengthy breaths erupting from my throat at certain times. Although I wished to stay here forever, my body craved for more sexual intensity, although it felt wrong to admit it. I couldn't help but race my mind to the fact that William was my boss, and this would certainly make things awkward at work, but I knew it would be worth it.

As if reading my mind, William broke my trail of thought as he pressed the entirety his front against my own. Heat jerked along my chest, flared to my stomach and tightened to my contentment. I could feel his heat pass through my body and reach to grapple at my stomach, so much for setting up 'sleeping stations', as we were bound to need no such thing...

William's hand slid up my side, running his fingers to meet my chin. He delicately held my face up, staring into his. My feverish expression trembled as he looked at me, my eyes darting downwards. I swayed my arms from his back and wound them round his neck, allowing my thumbs to trace his shoulders so I could wrap my legs around his waist.
His expression became taken aback, before reconciling to a soft warmth.

His eyes scanned my face once again, gently pressing his lips into mine. My eyes widened as sparks flew in my stomach, my legs twitching in rapture. I slowly followed his movements, leaning in and deepening the passionate exchange. Everything was moving so fast...
We both parted for air, myself in particular as William caught his breath almost immediately. He lurched forward, timidly dragging his tongue along my neck before printing his soft lips along my collarbone. I gasped as he advanced, pulling on my shirt to reach my shoulders.

The sweet, moist heat of his breath tampered with my emotions - as I felt myself lightly caressing his chest. William let out a soft gasp in his depth of kissing, his hands quivering either side of me. Before long, he buried his head into my chest, his soft faire hair tickling my jaw.

He looked up to me, his eyes gently smiling in a devious guise. My heart skipped a beat of it's perpetually sullen hammering, my mouth forming a smile instinctively. His hands worked their way to my thighs again, as William stood up - resting his elbows to my knees. "Can I...?"
I watched as he gestured his head to my thighs, utterly perplexed in his intention. Within a few moments, I caught on to his consensual elaboration. My face flushed deeper, as I gently drew my hands to his shoulders. "Y-yeah..." were we seriously going to do this? Not sure if I was ready, I braced myself for his affection...

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