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He was in the kitchen preparing lunch when large hands wrapped around his waist possessively. Warm breath ghosted over his neck as a curious nose poked through his short hair and traced it over the ticklish shell of his ear.
“Strohl,” Will whispered in surprise, albeit not an unpleasant one.
Lips pressed along his neck, chaste and gentle, growing firm and open mouthed with each new patch of skin. His front, muscular and firm, pressed to his back as his hands wrapped further against his body. When Strohl hummed, Will felt the vibration that spread from his chest, his lips soft as a tongue peeked out to draw circles across his skin. His hands were calloused where they touched him, as he unbuttoned his top and uncovered his shoulders to press open mouthed kisses and catch his skin between his teeth.
Will shivered, his sensitive skin bruising with the gentle assault as he pressed his legs together for friction. Strohl was quick with it, moving on to unbutton his pants and palm his clothed arousal in an instant.
“How are you always so wet?” He mumbled a little winded, his erection hard as he ground down on his ass from behind.
He didn’t give Will an opportunity to respond, quickly shoving his trousers down, as well as his own, hurried and feverish as he slipped his cock between his thighs. The head slid across his slit, rubbing him across all its length. Those long fingers of his grabbed his hips and ass in a sort of fleeting desperation, a touch, a squeeze, before tracing his fingertips onto the next spot of pristine flesh in its wake. And then they would dance down his stomach, until they reached him between the legs. There, where the head of his dick peaked from below his little cock, he held onto himself and pressed himself up, into Will. When he began thrusting through him once more, the pressure was doubled, his dick drawing the wetness of his entrance and pressing up into his sensitive flesh. He squeezed his legs tighter around him, Strohl’s breath and tongue hot on his skin and his body as sturdy as a wall. He allowed himself to lean back on him further and felt his left arm snake around his body to hold him close.
“That’s it,” he spoke softly, his voice low and thick, his free hand wrapping further across his chest until his fingers rubbed circles around a nipple. He could no longer contain his voice, a long drawn-out moan echoing throughout the kitchen. “So perfect for me. Been thinking about you all morning.”
His thrusts quickened as his mouth painted further bruises across his neck, his own hips quivering as the barrage of pleasure took a hold of him and threatened to push him over the edge. Strohl himself seemed to have been in a similar situation, his breath drawing quick as small grunts and moans resounded with every kiss and bite.
“‘m close Strohl,” he warned, head tipping back into his friend’s chest as his half-lidded eyes caught the light of the sitting room through the passthrough.
With his heart hammering faster and his cheeks blistering red, he realised Junah and Hulkenberg were watching them most attentively, drinking their herbal tea with a half-forgotten board game between them. He whined as he closed his eyes, the knowledge he was being watched doubling the intensity of his pleasure – as well as his shame. Like electricity dancing on his skin, it sparked and ripped through him as Strohl’s dick rubbed him close and fast, forcing an orgasm out of his stunned body. His hips stuttered as he trembled in his friend’s hold, who only used his body further and further until his seed coated Will’s lips, legs and floor.
Strohl panted into his shoulder, his hold on Will’s body turning into a hug as his hands caressed his warm skin. He pressed a chaste kiss just below his jaw and murmured a sweet apology before slowly removing himself from Will.
He watched Strohl grab a couple of paper towels, using them to clean himself and Will just the same before re-dressing him gently.
In the midst of their coupling he hadn’t even gotten the chance to clean his hands from the vegetables he’d been chopping. With a deed so nearly one-sided, Will could perfectly continue like nothing had happened – just a blip in his routine. The debauchery of it nearly sparked the fire back in his belly.
“Strohl,” Hulkenberg said with a warning from the sitting room. “You best clean the mess you’ve made of the kitchen floor before you leave our captain to his devices.”
With an indignant huff and pink cheeks, his friend peeked through the passthrough and grumbled back at her.
“I’m doing the best I can here, who do you think I am?”
They kept arguing for a few more moments, making him chuckle and gaze at them fondly. It was hard to let the embarrassment of being so vulnerable in front of his comrades get to him when life moved on and their comradery remained unfazed.