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The moment William walked through the door, Est knew he was hurting.
Not physically — the shoot had been professional — but emotionally.
His baby was raw inside.
Est didn’t say anything at first.
Just kissed William’s forehead and pulled him gently toward the bedroom, stripping him piece by piece.
William let him, eyes glassy, body pliant.
"Lie down," Est murmured, voice low and sure.
"I'll take care of you."
William obeyed instantly, heart hammering as he lay back naked on the bed, watching Est shed his own clothes with slow, deliberate movements.
Est climbed between his legs, kissing a slow path up William’s inner thigh.
Then he slicked his fingers with lube, spreading William open with infinite care, circling the rim lightly until William whimpered, hips twitching.
"You've been through enough today," Est whispered, pressing a soft kiss to his trembling stomach.
"Tonight you don't have to think. Just feel."
He pushed one slick finger in, slow and shallow, letting William adjust before sliding deeper.
Then another, and another, scissoring gently, stretching him with patient care.
William gasped, fists knotting into the sheets.
Est kissed him everywhere — his hips, his thighs, his stomach, his cock — murmuring soft praises the whole time.
"So good for me."
"So beautiful."
"Let me have you, baby."
By the time Est pulled his fingers out, William was dripping, wrecked, begging in broken little noises for more.
"Shh," Est crooned, lining himself up, cock thick and throbbing.
"I've got you. Gonna make you feel so good."
The first push in was *excruciatingly* slow — Est sinking into him inch by inch, whispering sweet nothings against his ear.
William sobbed into his shoulder, clinging tight, overwhelmed already.
Est moved slow at first — long, deep thrusts, grinding their bodies together, kissing William so sweetly it almost hurt.
But it didn’t last.
As soon as William started to beg — desperate, teary, gasping, "*Please, Est, more,*" — something inside Est snapped.
He pulled almost all the way out and slammed back in, hard enough to rattle the headboard.
William *screamed* — a raw, helpless sound — and Est only fucked him harder, brutal, punishing strokes that left no doubt who he belonged to.
"Mine," Est snarled against his neck, biting down hard enough to bruise.
"Say it."
"M-Mine," William choked out. "Yours — yours, Est —!"
Est growled low in his throat and doubled the pace, hips slamming into William’s ass again and again until the whole bedframe shook.
William’s legs shook with the force of it, his cock leaking untouched between their bodies.
Est didn’t let him come yet.
He kept him right at the edge — pushing him higher and higher, dragging desperate, wrecked sobs from his pretty mouth.
When William finally broke, coming hard between them, Est didn’t stop.
He flipped William onto his stomach without pulling out, dragging him up onto his knees roughly.
"One more," Est growled into his ear, voice raw and wild.
"Give me one more."
He fucked him like an animal — sharp, bruising thrusts that made William wail, overstimulated and weeping, but clinging to Est like he was the only thing keeping him alive.
Est came deep inside him with a feral groan, grinding in hard, filling him up completely.
But even then, he didn’t stop.
He kissed William’s spine reverently, whispering broken, possessive things between thrusts.
"Not enough."
"Need you more."
"Never letting you go."
He rocked back into William again, and again, and again, dragging every last drop of pleasure from his exhausted, trembling body.
It wasn’t until William collapsed completely, boneless and sobbing into the mattress, that Est finally pulled out, cradling him close, murmuring soft apologies and praises against his sweat-slick skin.
"You did so good," Est whispered, stroking William’s hair back from his damp forehead.
"My perfect boy."
William whimpered weakly and curled into him, wrecked and utterly, irrevocably loved.