Helliam//Willry

Chapter thirteen

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⚠️Smut warning!!⚠️

Henry POV

William's hands hooked around my jeans as he leaned in for yet another kiss. I half-heartedly intertwined my tongue, more intent on his hand movements below my waist. My own fingers remained rested on his shoulders, apprehensively stroking circles; They matched the momentum of my hips as they jerked up in heavy pleasure whilst we kissed.
He continuously undid my jeans - tugging them off to relieve the tension of my lower regions.

Once my bottom half was exposed completely, William broke the kiss - pecking my bottom lip before crouching down to view my revealed private area. In no hesitation, he gently touched me - causing me to blush immensely, not believing half of this was real. He seemed satisfied with my reaction, immediately after sliding his tongue to my sensitivity. My body melted to the bitter friction; I was again met with William's soft lips, but this time - in a different manor.

I couldn't control my vocal strain, broken words trickling from my open mouth. The warmth sprawled to my thighs, his hands caressing my delicate bodice as he began to swirl his tongue in an appropriated intention; scattering attention to my trembling features. I instinctively parted my legs more, rolling my hips towards the gesture of his mouth. My face burned in heat, sickly flushing at each waver of momentum. My breath hitched, my hands grasping at his hair - the intensity growing stronger and stronger. It felt so pleasurable - the soft contact that gripped at my nerves. It didn't cease, I flung my head back; winding my legs around his figure and thrusting to the sensation. I called out a moan of delight, the sudden movement rocking the desk.

William roughly grasped my hips - saliva lacing from his hands. I leaned further backwards, his repetition fumbling to my contentment. My groans swayed throughout the office, the dignity I once had dissolved.
The heat ground down my steadiness, my knees giving way. He caught on to my closeness, the movements in his mouth becoming more intense and complicated. I gasped loudly, swimming in bliss, as I finally released my passion to the man below me...

A strong usher of panting filled my ears, before a string of curses from his thick British accent. I was too distracted to feel guilt, my body drowned in relief, my nerves settling in momentary composure. I peered through my tears of gratification, sudden flames of exhausted shivers erupted at the sight. William's face was flushed and horny - a dismissive desire printed to his expression. I ran my fingers through his hair in raw effort, stroking his back with my sweat ridden calves. He planted his forehead to my lower stomach, repelling his breath to my skin. We both sat in the stream of tension, our mouths not ready to form words...

My heart had thumped as my senses peaked, but was now pumping steady and slow - my erotic desire finally quietening its pleas. I closed my mouth and smiled to William, although he couldn't see me. All these overwhelming feelings were so new, but felt old - as if they'd been there a long time, underlying in our interactions. I refused to think of where he had learned to do that, or how experienced he was - but he could obviously trust me. It's hard to get around these days without getting caught, but William was careful, and he had hidden it well. This discovery on my behalf was to be dealt with later.

My hand trailed along his neck as he remained with his head down, my fingers softly circling to his shoulders. William groaned, his torso tensing. My cheeks grew red, but I didn't mind- he couldn't comment.
We were nearly out the storm.

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