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Free of obligations and promo time and free of slimy men who think they can use him for their own means and ends and think that he's too stupid to see through it.
Blood on his fingertips.
He moves without conscious thought for anything else around him; the drag of the belt trailing him as he walks further back and back until he finds the locker rooms, until he finds the specific one that he's been looking for, opening it without even a courtesy of a knock, walking inside.
Eyes look up at him and a couple of them scramble up from the bench they were sitting at.
"Hey, woah what the hell?" Matt Jackson sputters.
"Yeah, come on, get the hell out of here," Nick Jackson says, gesturing at him. "You already won, alright? There's no need for-"
But his eyes are only for the man between them, still sitting on the bench, his head coming up. Their eyes meet and it feels like time stops.
"Come on." He says.
"What the hell are you-" Nick starts.
"I..."
He glances away, his eyes finally breaking free from where they had been resting, his sole and only thought. Hangman looks at him with wide eyes and he feels a stab of jealousy that quickly washes away to a guilty sort of smugness.
I have what you wasted.
Even if the two of them had never…it was clear that it had only been miscommunication that prevented it, not a lack of feelings on either's parts.
He turns back, ignoring the angry or tense stares, his eyes, as they've been for even longer than he had first realized, only for one man.
Kenny stands.
Nick and Matt turn to look at him with wide eyes.
"Kenny, you don't need to fight-" Matt starts.
And stops, when Will extends his hand out. Which gets taken, a warm pressure against his.
Blood drips onto their hands. He looks back up and their eyes meet. He turns and walks away, hand in hand with him, blood trailing all the while.
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They don't get too far before he feels a pressure as his hand gets squeezed. He turns and sees Kenny looking at him, a vision of warmth and blood and that emotion, which makes him ache in a way that even the most brutal matches of his life could never make him feel. The longing-
Kenny gestures and it makes him look down in the title in his other hand, not quite an afterthought, but still not as important as this. He watches as Kenny pulls up the title until it's near him, kissing it. He sucks in a breath, the longing intensifying, his need soaring. He can't…
He turns away sharply, hoping that Kenny doesn't take any offense, but he can't look at him just then. If he does, they won't get any further than here before he goes to take him apart.
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He has the United Empire locker room to himself, as Kyle had taken to hanging out elsewhere after he saw Will earlier this morning ("Take whatever you need, man; I'll make sure no one bothers you guys.")
Well, he is not alone now (that ever empty void in him is filled now, so fulfilled.) The title he pauses on for a moment, bringing it up to kiss it where Kenny did, iron on his lips.
It gets set down with care on a shelf far away from either of them and he comes back into the room proper to see Kenny standing there, eyes closed, a battered and bloody warrior, and he can't look away from him (how had he ever done so? Had he ever, really? It's harder and harder to remember a time before.)
Kenny starts a bit at his touch, as his hand skims against his wrist, not quite touching, but his eyes remain closed. Longing pulses through him again and he can't contain himself this time, any self control long gone away the moment they stood across each other tonight in the ring.
He lifts up Kenny's hand in much the same way he had the US title, stroking his wrist with a thumb, cock twitching at the shiver that he gives at Will's touch but his eyes remain closed.
He leans in closer, still holding onto Kenny's hand, mouth a whisper against his ear. No words are spoken between them, but he still gets rewarded with another shiver from Kenny as his breath moves over his skin, his lips barely touching him, growing harder at the soft moan that escapes from Kenny's lips.
He lifts his chin up, unable to contain himself any longer, and kisses him hard. Kenny lets out a surprised exclamation, his hands scrambling for a moment before they grab onto Will. Will growls against his mouth, tilting his head as he deepens their kiss, pushing him back and back until a loud clattering tells him he's pushed him up against a closed locker. Kenny groans and the sound goes straight to Will's cock; he's already been hard for age. Standing across from each other in the ring, going to war against one another, holding nothing back, spilling everything forth in that ring, painting its canvas with their art. With their blood-
He pulls back suddenly and Kenny gasps against it, but he doesn't give him time to react further as he grabs his face and starts to kiss down it, licking at the blood staining his cheeks, his jaw, all over. Hands dig into him, a painful kind of pleasure, but pull him closer, not further away and so he keeps licking and licking, mouth coating with Kenny's blood. His blood? He isn't sure anymore.
"Mine." He whispers, shuddering as the taste of iron passes through his lips, taking them into himself.
Theirs.
"Yours." Kenny whispers. "William."
He shudders again, putting his forehead against Kenny's.
"Yours." Will murmurs. "Always yours."
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Their kisses turn harder, quicker, gasping against one another until their movements against each other, rocking against one another, rubbing, rutting, and they tumble onto the floor. Kenny gasps underneath him as they land and he swallows it with his kiss, groaning as their mouths tangle, saliva dripping from his mouth, the tang of iron beneath his lips and he's harder than he can remember being.
He ruts up against Kenny some more, a moan escaping him as he feels the man's hardness beneath him. It still fired something up in his brain in a shocking way, the repeat of he wants me spinning over and over again. To be so desired by him… it's hard to remember a time he hasn't wanted such a thing.
How had Will Ospreay of 2015 thought of Kenny Omega, who had already made such a name for himself back then? The glare of the lights of the tiny arena, the heat from the lights and the crowd surrounding the ring, making sweat pour down him, looking across at Kenny Omega and…what? What had been his thoughts then?
He shudders as Kenny's hands, large and warm, sticky with sweat and blood, cup his face.
"Are you still with me, Will?" Kenny whispers.
"Yes." He says hoarsely.
Kenny shifts under him, his legs parting more and his movements turn slower, more deliberate as he moves against Will, a slow roll of his hips as he pushes up against him, only making desire spike through him more. He growls and grabs at Kenny's wrists, pinning him hard down onto the floor, holding his wrists with a strong grip.
Kenny looks up at him, eyes wide and blown black with desire.
'Will." He says tremulously.
His eyes look over him, at his battered and bruised and bloodied form, his desire throbbing, his mouth moving before he thinks, mouthing at his neck, sucking and licking. Kenny lets out a groan, arching up against him.
"Could you come like this?" Will wonders aloud, his voice in the gutter, dragged down to the depths in his desire.
He puts his hand to Kenny's lips, watches his eyes widen, soaks in his groan like it was a caress against his heated and aching skin, shivers as Kenny starts to lick and suck at his hand, saliva dripping from him almost obscenely, fascinating Will, egging on his desire all the more.
"You like sucking don't you?" He says, pulling his hand away, eyeing it for a moment before looking down at Kenny's mouth which is smeared with spit and blood and it was like he was made to stir Will, like it had always been so and he had only realized it so much, much later.
He closes his eyes, a full body shudder as he gets overwhelmed with his thoughts, his desires, only opening them back up as he feels heavy hands on his back, a steadying force, opening them back up to see Kenny looking at him full of need and desire.
"But I need…" Will starts.
He shivers again. He can't say the words; it's all too much right now. Everything since their Forbidden Door match. No, before that when they had been intimate… No, before that, when they had faced each other at Wrestle Kingdom. No. Before that, in that Trios match in AEW. No.
…the glare of the lights of Reseda, the crowd surging forward for both of them, but something he scarcely can hear in comparison to the pounding of his heart, in his ears. How had he ended up in PWG, wrestling someone like Kenny Omega?
Kenny Omega plays around and smirks like he owns the world and everything is effortless to him. He pokes Will's eyes and throws him around and his hands burn.
'Do you think this is your world, Ospreay?' Kenny…no, Omega then, asks him, after the match, gesturing around, after he beats Will and somehow is eyeing him after it like he is…what?
'Fuck off.' He says wearily.
He had thought Omega had just been gloating, as he was wont to do, especially during that time. But…
What had Kenny been saying then?
It couldn't have been much, not when he still had things like his Golden Lover or the Rainmaker on his mind then, Kenny. But even so, it would have meant the world to an insecure dumb little Will Ospreay back then.
He laughs. And laughs, until he grits his teeth and shakes his head and hands tighten around him, making him look back down and Kenny is here now.
"Tell me." Kenny says.
He leans down, grasping the back of Kenny's neck, putting his cheek against his.
"Gonna fuck you." Will says.
Kenny jerks against him at that.
He pulls back, kissing his forehead, before letting go of him.
"Thought you'd keep me waiting forever." Kenny says.
He stills, before taking his still wet hand (from Kenny's attentions) and moving it under Kenny's pants, making him gasp as he grips his cock. He yanks at the man's pants with his free hand, getting them off with help from him as he lifts his hips while Will jerks him off all the while.
Kenny's cock is large and heavy in his hand and he's become so intimately acquainted with it at this point he should probably have a nickname for it. But there's still thrill every time he gets to touch him, like a constant rush of the drugs he has never taken, the thing his brain is finally able to focus on, an irony to him over and over in the beginning (when he denied so much to himself, when flippant attitude and easy anger had been his shield and Kenny Omega had only been a distant myth to him.)
His hand slows down while he leans down and starts to kiss down his neck, his chest, tongue swathing a wet trail down, tasting the tang of salty sweat, the iron of blood (theirs), feeling more and more overstimulated while he tries to devour him.
Kenny arches up against him, soft sounds escaping him while Will's mouth licks and sucks him wherever he can reach. His cock aches at the moan Kenny makes when Will's tongue licks over one of his nipples, sucking down. He slows his hand on the man's cock to a crawl until he stops completely, focusing his attention on his chest instead, rutting against him at the frustrated moan that Kenny gives, all of him in Will's hand now and the thought is equally terrifying and so thrilling he can hardly contain himself.
"Kenny, Kenny." He murmurs, his mouth taking Kenny's in a sloppy kiss, tongue tangling with his, rubbing against him again, hitching pleasure rocking up his spine.
Kenny's hands move into his hair, tangling into his curls, sending a pain-pleasure through him and he can only moan pitifully against him for a moment before deepening the kiss and then pulling back abruptly, their mouths making a soft popping as he pulls away. But he doesn't keep still for long, moving his mouth back down Kenny's front, licking at the drip of sweat down his side, licking and sucking down and down, bolstered by the sounds Kenny was making at his attentions-and by the hands he had in Will's hair.
He closes his eyes for a moment as he reaches the top of Kenny's groin, pausing there, his mouth growing slack. He's riled up in many different directions-and he can feel Kenny's hardness up against him this close. But… he doesn't say anything. Doesn't try to direct Will to his cock despite how hard he is throbbing against him.
Instead his hands keep moving, moving through his hair and it's an easy way to lull Will, making it so easy to just lie there instead, despite the pain of their battle and the uncomfortable position. But he doesn't want this now (but he does want it and isn't that the damned thing that he had the hardest time wrapping his head around for awhile?)
He's unsure; he's never had a relationship like this before. His time with Kazuchika had been quasi-platonic, except for when they slept together. He had loved Kazuchika but to Kazuchika, he hadn't ever been on his radar in that way, so Will's experiences were skewed. Trying to figure out how to proceed now, with Kenny, made him feel flat footed and wondering not if he was doing the right thing (though that also came to mind) but how much Kenny wanted it too.
But then… Kenny had said those words to Will, hadn't he?
He opens his eyes and leans in, sucking in a breath, taking in the scent of him, the musk, the sweat, the blood, all that made up the man that he loved. He shivers with it, that knowledge. Love, love, love, is a rush in his veins, heating him up, sending him soaring, making him ache with it.
"This isn't a bed." He murmurs. "But can I have you anyway?"
Kenny's hands pause on him, before stroking through once more.
"I thought you were just going to take?" Kenny asks. "Lose your nerve so soon, William?"
"Fuck you."
Kenny laughs softly. "That's more like it."
He turns more serious though, his eyes almost solemn as he looks down at Will, the look making him swallow against a lump in his throat.
"What better place to anoint myself with you," Kenny says. "Then the place where we shed our blood."
He jerks against him at that.
"Blood, sweat, tears," Kenny says, his hand moving to cup the side of Will's face. "We've burned through it all, haven't we?"
"Yes." He whispers, leaning into Kenny's touch.
"And you want it, don't you? You want me."
"Yes." He repeats.
He gasps as Kenny pulls at his hair, making him jerk his head up.
"You love me." Kenny says fiercely.
"Yes." He hisses.
Kenny lets go of him abruptly, eyes blazing as they look at him.
"Good. Then show me. Show me why I love you too."
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The air is heavy for a long moment, before Will finally stirs, slowly moving from his position, feeling Kenny's eyes on him like a brand against his skin even when he doesn't see them, pushing the other man's legs until he moves them even further apart.
"You'll have to…" Will starts. He isn't sure how to put it. "I've never done this before."
A pause.
"Never?" Kenny asks. "Well, could have fooled me with how enthusiastically you once took my cock and-"
"Not that," Will says, refraining from rolling his eyes. "I've sucked a lot of cock before."
"Well that's just what you want to hear from your partner-"
"But," He interrupts, his heart pounding harder at Kenny's almost casual use of partner. "Not what I was talking about. Ah, was I supposed to say 'oh yours is the biggest and best cock that I've ever seen!'"
"Nothing wrong with the truth," Kenny says.
Will looks up to see him smirking down at him, rolling his eyes at the older man's words which just makes him chuckle in return.
"And not what I was talking about." Will says again, pinching at Kenny's leg a bit, making him jump. He slowly moves his head down. "I was talking about this."
"This what? I don't think this oji-san is so old that he didn't hear what you had to say, so just-ah!"
He looks up at him from where he's got his tongue hovering around his hole just so, grinning at him.
"Gonna make you come apart."
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Kenny's moans probably aren't loud, as his fisted hand keeps moving against his mouth while Will keeps licking around his hole, darting it in, soaking in his moans, making him shiver, his cock twitching almost painfully now. But the thrill of the sound still goes straight to his cock, the thought that someone else might hear him (because of Will.)
But he doesn't touch himself-not yet. Right now was about seeing what he could do, to see Kenny come apart in his hands (and mouth.)
He doesn't know the full extent of what Kenny's done with previous lovers (he doesn't want to think about it; jealousy burns in a way that he loathes) but he doesn't want to just measure up to anyone previous. He wasn't egotistical enough to think he was the be all, end all. But even so, he still wanted to be good enough. To know that he could give the man that he loved such pleasure like he always gave to him.
He just…he wanted to be enough.
He pulls back, licking his lips, watching Kenny moan, body shuddering. He grabs at Kenny's fist and pulls it away.
"I wanna hear you." He says and the pure heat in his voice, dripping with it, surprises even him. "Let me know you feel good."
"Who knew that mouth of yours would ever come in handy?" Kenny says hoarsely.
He grins and leans down, cock twitching when he feels Kenny tense in anticipation, glancing back up at him.
"You fucking love it." Will says.
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He pulls back, looking down at the form of Kenny almost greedily, watching the quivering muscles, running a hand over his thigh, feeling it contract under him. Looks at him all the while he takes his own fingers into his mouth, licking and sucking.
Kenny groans and reaches for him, his large hands settling on his hips for a moment before pulling at Will's pants.
"Off." Kenny pants.
"Get to it then." Will says cheekily.
He gasps when Kenny pinches his ass, before smacking it a bit.
"Behave, little Will."
He grins, his cock twitches again when Kenny smacks his ass again lightly.
"Not so little Willy," Will says. "You know that."
Kenny pulls his pants down enough and he kicks them off the rest of the way, taking himself in hand with a now damp hand from his own attentions. He almost idly pumps himself, holding back a groan at the feeling of finally touching his aching cock.
Their eyes meet again and a frisson hits his back, rocks up his body. He licks his lips and lets go of his cock, letting it lie there, eyes only for the man beneath him. He moves up and puts his wet hand up to Kenny's lips, rubbing his thumb over his soft lips before slipping it inside. Kenny gasps, eyes darkening sucking on Will's thumb until he shivers.
He pulls it back, eyes looking down at the slickness before looking back at Kenny.
"You suck cock as good as that, oji-san?" Will asks him, leaning down. "It's been awhile so maybe I need a reminder of how good your mouth is."
He moves himself higher up still as Kenny's hands move back to his hips, hovering above the older man a bit, his hand on his cock as he brings it close to Kenny's lips, the head gliding against his lips before he opens his mouth starting to take Will's cock into his mouth.
A shiver rocks up his spine that he holds back with difficulty, as he feels that wet heat surrounding him, his cock. He holds in place as long as he can, giving time for Kenny to take him in before slowly rocking his hips, frissions of pleasure in him with each thrust, with each feel of that devious mouth.
The sounds are quiet at first but it doesn't take long for him to start to push that boundary just a bit, to push a little harder, a little faster, watching Kenny suck on him, obscene sounds filling the room, nasty little things escaping from the both of them.
"Touch me." Will says.
Kenny's eyes look up at him, his mouth full of Will and he reaches forward, cupping Will's balls in his hand, rubbing and squeezing enough to make him squirm, growing harder still in his mouth, teasing him until he growls and pulls away abruptly. Kenny blinks, licking at his mouth at the sheen of what must be Will's pre-come there.
"Too overwhelmed already, dear little Will?" Kenny says, mouth curving into a smile. He takes a finger and runs it over his top lip, gathering some of the pre-come there, taking it into his mouth. "When it was just getting good?"
He growls again and pushes at his shoulders, pinning him down. Kenny lets out a sound, blinking up at him as he hovers above him.
"What should I do then?" Kenny asks. He grins again, all but beaming up at him. "I've wondered how long it would take…"
He trails off, a hand running up Will's side, making him shiver. He almost lets out a biting remark when he realizes it's sincere, something Kenny had obviously been hiding beneath their usual banter.
"Why didn't you tell me you wanted me to?" He asks.
Kenny glances away, though his hand still lingers.
"Maybe you didn't want…" Kenny says quietly. "Or you did with…someone else-"
His chest clenches. Kazuchika.
"No, never." He says, just as quietly. "It was never…like that."
Kenny's eyes slowly turn back to look into his.
"Never."
He shakes his head.
"Not that I haven't sucked a cock or two-"
"So you've said." Kenny says wryly, but the smile is back on his face, lightening something in Will's heart that he hadn't realized had been tight in there.
"But," He says. "There's some things…boundaries…trust. Either I couldn't trust them or they didn't wanna trust me. But…I trust you."
Kenny's hand tightens on his side as if involuntarily, almost on the side of hurting, before he seems to try and relax it, relax himself.
"I trust you too, Will."
Will sniffs a bit and rolls his shoulders, clearing his throat.
"So, back to my cock."
"Oh?" Kenny drawls, a playful gleam in his eye as they return to their banter. "Want me to rate it on a scale of 1 to What a Monster, from the cock's I've sucked and toyed with?"
"No."
"No?"
"No, I want you to jack me off until I come all over your chest."
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He has to brace his hands down with extra force; Kenny is relentless. Quick and with intent and hot against his already heated skin, as his hands pull up and down against the slick of Will's pre-come and Kenny's spit. It burns in a way that has him panting against the pain and pleasure of it.
"God." He says shakily.
"Mm, well they do call me the God of Pro Wrestling-"
"You call yourself that," Will says, hissing and thrusting up into Kenny's hand.
"Poor William," Kenny croons. "You can still sit at the big boys table with the rest of us anyway."
He leans down, taking Kenny's mouth in a sloppy kiss, hips rolling in his hard grip, grinning as he feels his gasp-and his hardness underneath him throbbing all the more.
"Yeah?" He says. "Well, this little man beat him, so what does that make me?"
He pulls back enough so he can look the older man in the eyes, holding his face in his hands.
"Mechakucha ni shite yaru yo." Will says.
Kenny's eyes widened.
"Watashi To Issho Ni anata ni hi o tsukemasu." He's never been so careful in the words he speaks-and how he speaks them-in his life. "Dakara anata wa watashi no mono ni narimasu."
"Will." Kenny whispers.
"Kogane no hoshi to reinmēkā wa watashi o shihai shinai."
He closes his eyes for a moment, shivering, the only thing grounding him then is the feel of Kenny in his hands-and Kenny touching him in return, hand moving all the while.
"Watashi ga denwa suru otoko wa hitori dake desu…"
He opens his eyes, leaning down.
"Kamisama."
Kenny surges up against him, kissing him, and he kisses him back, crying out against his mouth, hips jerking, even while Kenny pushes up against him. He shudders as his climax hits him, stronger than almost any he's had before this. His senses are filled with Kenny Omega, the scent of him, the touch, the taste and it's too much.
His skin is sensitive to it and yet he can only greedily come back for more; more kisses, even while he shoots his come all over him, need driving him for one, two, three, more and more kisses. But Kenny kisses him back each time, almost desperately, hand on the nape of Will's neck, holding him up against him close until he falls back onto the cool concrete suddenly.
Will gasps as he pulls away from him, vision coming back to clearness after a time, so taken with the pleasure, consumed with it, letting out a slow breath as it starts to ebb away. His eyes move down, nearly involuntary and the sight gives him pause.
Kenny gasps as he rubs a hand over his front.
"You came?" Will asks hoarsely.
The man looks at him with hooded, sated eyes, arching up against his touch. Will moves down and takes a hand in Kenny's hair, pulling at it, absorbing the groan he gives like it was a direct caress against his overheated skin.
"Don't think I'll call you that again." Will says.
Kamisama. God.
Kenny lets out a breathless little laugh.
"Oh you will, dear Will. I know you will."
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It's quiet for a time, contemplative, despite their not yet cooled passions between them. He idly runs a hand over Kenny's now splattered chest, gathering up some of his own come and looking at it briefly before licking at it.
"Christ." Kenny says.
Will glances at him, grinning.
"Not quite."
Kenny huffs and rolls his eyes. The warmness in his chest lingers, a reminder of the feelings he held for him, no longer a mystery or something he tried to deny or ignore.
He holds out his come covered hand and brings it to Kenny's mouth.
"Taste me."
Kenny licks his lips, their eyes meeting, as he starts to lap at Will's come.
"Is this the part where you call me some sort of derogatory name?"
Will raises a brow.
"Is that what you're into?"
"Not really my thing to be called a slut, but when in Rome…" Kenny shrugs, sucking down on the side of Will's hand, where most of the come had gathered.
"Not really my thing either." He admits.
Kenny glances down at Will's crotch.
"I can see that."
Will shrugs, then smirks a bit.
"I can call you other things though."
"Oh?" Kenny drawls, smile on his face like the cat who captured a mouse. "The last time you did, it went very well."
He gathers up some more of his come onto a couple fingertips, painting Kenny's cheek with it.
"Dirty." Will says.
He leans in and licks it away, looking at Kenny all the while, pulling back just so.
"Filthy." Will continues, the salty tang on his tongue only pushing him on further.
He takes Kenny's mouth for another kiss.
"My…"
"Mine." Kenny says, cupping Will's neck, a gentle touch in contrast to their intense kisses.
"Mine." Will says softly.
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His hands, fingers, are slick with spit and come both, a filthy combination.
"I can't believe," Kenny pants. "That you didn't bring any lube with you."
"Neither did you!"
"Yes, well," Kenny squirms a bit. "This was your idea, dear William, not mine."
Will grins. "You don't seem to mind too much though, oji-san."
Kenny huffs. "If you're going to call me anything, at least call me kamisam-ah!"
Will lights up at that, thrusting up into the same spot with his fingers, rewarded by Kenny arching up against him, hands grabbing onto his arms. He's managed two fingers inside of the older man now, feeling things from the other side of it now, that velvet hot heat around his fingers that he can't wait to have wrapped around his cock.
Astonishing. It isn't as though he's never been the one to top someone else; he usually did. Prior to Kazuchika, he had usually been in that position. And yet this felt different, even more than sleeping with Kazuchika. New somehow, making him feel like he was fumbling in places, afraid to mess anything up. As if he was still that fumbling mouthed kid who felt flat-footed, faint feeling at the bright lights of Reseda.
"Does it feel good?" He asks. He clears his throat. He has to get a hold of himself. He has to make this good for Kenny. "Do you feel good?"
"You can't tell, Will?" Kenny whispers. Will's eyes glance down to see Kenny's cock, hard and aching again, weeping with pre-come. "Look at what you do to me."
He shivers bodily, eyes closing, before opening them up again, looking into Kenny's eyes as he pushes at that spot again and again, rewarded with a gutter kind of groan, as if was pulled up from the depths of the man.
The power of it, mixed with his deep and intense need for him, mixed with the love he feels for him. It's an incredibly heady combination and he's unable to resist it.
Like he's probably been unable to resist Kenny Omega, in some shape, way, or form, for all of this time.
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It's when Kenny starts to whimper underneath him, when he's added a third finger, thrusting inside of him, when he has to hold the base of his cock with his free hand to keep himself from losing control.
"Fuck." Will says.
Kenny looks at him with near hazy eyes, heavy lidded and Will has never wanted him more.
"That's the idea." Kenny says.
He reaches for Will and Will can't resist it-resist him-kissing him hard, their tongue playing with each other, sloppy and wet, the sounds as he opens up Kenny Omega's body nearly obscene and it only drives him wilder.
"I can't-" Will says against his mouth.
"Fuck me, Will." Kenny says. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me-"
He pulls from his mouth and pulls his fingers out, watches for a moment as Kenny's body tries to clench around what isn't there anymore, hissing as he pumps himself a couple of times, before he moves between Kenny's open legs more properly, running the head of his cock over his hole, both of them shuddering with it.
"Will, please." Kenny says, reaching for him again.
He moves down, shivering with the feeling of Kenny's hands as they wrap around him, even as he starts to push himself inside. He only gets a bit inside before he stops himself, muscles clenching as he holds himself up there in place.
"God." Will says shakily.
For once, Kenny has no banter and Will couldn't volley it back to him then anyway. He's doing all he can to hold himself together then and not spill himself inside much too soon. The heat is like nothing else. The feeling of Kenny is like nothing else.
He has never known this feeling before.
Not a one-sided affair of the past. Nor was he a replacement for someone else, the person he loved not looking at someone else, but at him.
"Are you okay?" He asks, his voice shot through with emotion.
Kenny nods, his hands like burning brands on his back, grounding him even while the rest of him threatens to unravel.
"Keep going."
He lets out a breath and slowly breaches further inside, biting back a curse as the heat only envelops him more, surrounds him.
"You're sure?" Will asks him.
The expression on Kenny's face changes and he leans up, so Will can't help but to give in and kiss him again. It's softer this time though, a contrast to all their previous exertions, contrast to the building up thrusts between them, Kenny's cock heavy between them, dripping pre-come down them both.
"I feel you, Will." Kenny says.
"You're…" Will says.
His hands move to grip Kenny's hips, holding him there, as careful as he's ever held anything.
"Everything." Will says.
And thrusts harder, deeper inside. Kenny lets out a low moan and thrusts back to meet him and a rhythm soon begins between them, that push pull in and out, the pleasure like cool licks up his spine, his hips, his cock.
"Will."
"Everything I didn't even know that I could…"
His throat feels like it's on fire and he can barely speak. It's so much, too much. His hands move down to cup Kenny's ass, thrusting in again, pulling out nearly all the way and pushing back in again harder this time. He almost asks if it's too much again, despite how hard it is to speak just then, but Kenny rises to meet him-as he always does, even in this new thing between them-and pushes back just as much.
His legs wrap around Will's hips and the position makes dirty sounds escape from between them as they move. It's too much and he knows he won't last much longer; he's too far gone (Has he always been, with Kenny Omega?)
He uses one of his hands, sticky with spit and come and probably sweat now (maybe even what's left of their blood, dried as had on their bodies), wrapping it around Kenny's cock and starting to pump it.
"Oh god, I, Will-" Kenny starts.
Will's eyes widen as come spills from Kenny's cock, the man arching up against him, tightening around his cock. He lets out a shout and thrusts again and again, his vision getting overtaken by white as he comes, moving again and again and again, as they both move together.
Finally, he hears a slump underneath him and blinks, his vision clearing. His throat is on fire and the aches of the match are starting to catch up to him now. And still, he pushes forward a couple of times, hearing Kenny's weak moan, then stopping, collapsing atop the older man.
He feels a slow hand in his hair a moment later.
"You're rather a marvel, aren't you, Will?" Kenny whispers.
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Eventually he stirs long enough to pull himself out of Kenny, cock trying to stir at the sight of his come running down Kenny's leg, groaning as he leans up long enough to grab his entrance coat, pulling it down on top of them.
He turns, wincing slightly, and sees Kenny looking at him, an expression in his face that makes his breath catch.
"Thank you." Kenny says.
"Maybe I should thank you," Will says. "Got my title back and all."
"Don't ruin a heartfelt moment, Will."
"Right."
He leans in, watches Kenny's eyes close in anticipation and starts to kiss him when a slight noise catches his attention. He glances over for a moment, then back at Kenny.
"What is it?" Kenny whispers.
"It's nothing, Kenny." He murmurs. "It's okay."
And he kisses him.
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"Hey, so did you find them?" Nick asks.
Hangman closes the door softly behind him, resisting the urge to look back. His heart aches…but it's not the only feeling in his heart.
"It's fine." Hangman says.
"You sure?" Matt asks, looking at him closely. As always, Matt seemed to be able to read him better than anyone else (which was sometimes infuriating, sometimes worrying and always made his heart race.)
"It's fine." He repeats. "So! Since it's just the three of us for a bit, what'd you say to a friendly game of Mario Party while we wait?"
He puts arms around both of their shoulders and starts to lead them away.
"Friendly? It's never friendly!" Nick exclaims.
"Yeah, like last time there was that incident with the ice bucket and the-"
"That was an accident!" Hangman exclaims. "Anyway, I'll do it completely sober. Promise."
Matt eyes him suspiciously and the look helps to ease the feeling in his heart.
It would be okay.
He smiles.
As long as you're happy, Kenny.
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Mechakucha ni shite yaru yo - I'm going to fuck you
Watashitoisshoni anata ni hi o tsukemasu - set you on fire with me
Dakara anata wa watashi no mono ni narimasu - so you will be mine
Kogane no hoshi to reinmēkā wa watashi o shihai shinai - Golden stars and rainmakers don't rule me
Watashi ga denwa suru otoko wa hitoridakedesu... - There's only one guy I call...
Kamisama - God