Their lips parted, saliva trailing from their mouths, Crow letting out a gentle breath as his hand snaked lower. Will moaned, his hands resting on Crow's wrist gently. "Right there is..." Will panted, his sweet minty breath puffing up to Crow's nose-- it was intoxicating.
"What about here?" Crow asked, slipping his hand from Will's navel straight down to his cock, his fingertips pulling at the edge of the head upwards. It was all Will could do, reply with a sweet moan that was music to Crow's ears.
"Mmm... More." Will pleaded, almost commanded, with a pleasing tone. His hands urged Crow's to fully grip his cock and stroke it.
"You're so into this," Crow remarked huskily, licking his lips, enticed by the sweet dish laid before him. Will's head flew back when he felt that warm hand squeeze his cock dearly, and then began to slide up and down his shaft slowly; Crow's thumb lazily hanging around the tip to muse and play with the pre-cum escaping from within. "Good?" Crow panted, feeling as Will's hands shook with eagerness, trying their best to just relax against his wrist.
"Don't just... Ask that!" Will grumbled through another moan.
Crow tilted his head down to whisper his hot breath into Will's pink hair where deep within his ear was protected, "If you want it to feel good, you're gonna have to talk to me."
Will jerked his head away, eyes squeezing shut tightly, "I'll give you the report after!"
"You're already so wet," Crow hummed, dragging his thumb across the tip of Will's cock.
"If you give me the play-by-play, I swear I'll kick you off of me instantly!"
Crow chuckled, shifting to lick Will's lashes seductively, "Fine then."