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He studied Nyx's face, kindness in his eyes.
"You've got to undress to put your pajamas on," he pointed out.
"I did want to rail you on the bus," he nodded. "Maybe you missed your chance...""
He didn't look away for even a moment as Nyx undressed.
"Oh, then you don't need to be in my room then, right?" Nyx purred.
"I don't suppose I do," he agreed, taking a half step back, closer to the bed.
"I have my own room and everything," he added, jutting his chin at the door. "Way over there."
"Yet you're heading to mine," Nyx said, fully naked now. "Weird."
"Weird," he agreed with a slow nod.
"You sleep naked? I didn't bring any other clothes..." he drawled, his mountain accent slipping out as his voice softened and desire grew.
He'd left the holler years and years ago and had shed most traces. But when he got drunk, when he felt tender, his roots crept out.
"Sometimes I sleep naked," Nyx shrugged. "What about you? Want to borrow pyjamas?"
"I don't think they'd fit," Willy grinned. "I'll get by."
He reached up to peel his shirt off, slow enough Nyx could kick him out if he wanted.
He didn't though, instead Nyx watched him, wetting his lips with a flick of his tongue.
He tossed the shirt away and sat on the edge of the bed to take off his heavy, black boots.
"Half the time I don't even get undressed," he admitted. "I just sleep where I fall."
"I can imagine that," Nyx said with a soft laugh.
Boots off, he stood to undo his belt and fly and shove his black jeans down. He left his underwear on, though. Stepping out of the denim, he fell back into the bed and folded his arms behind his head on the pillow.
"Come to bed," he coaxed.
Nyx wanted to play hard to get, but found himself climbing into bed beside Will.
"How is it you're inviting me into my own bed?" he laughed.
Willy wrapped him up in both arms, pulled him close, and slung a long leg over him as well.
"You ask a lot of questions," he said, voice hushed and close as he nuzzled in close.
"Would you rather I just lay here silently?" Nyx replied, curling up a bit closer. "I don't think you would. You'd get bored."
"No..." he drawled. "I want you to turn that brain off."
His fingers drew lazy lines along Nyx's back as Willy finally found his way into the man's neck to taste him there.
"I have horrible news for you then," Nyx said, letting out a little gasp. "It never turns off."
Except that wasn't quite true. Hex had managed to turn it off... Just for a bit.
The memory made him blush.
"Never?" Willy asked, pulling back to look at him.
"Then I'll have to keep your mouth busy so you stop asking so many questions," he decided, finally kissing him with the heat he'd been aching for for hours now.
Nyx made a startled sound into the kiss, but relaxed into it quickly, returning it and holding on a little tighter as he let himself arch against Will.
He'd missed this. Missed how Will made him feel.
He remembered that mouth and the taste of that tongue. WIlly groaned and melted a bit without meaning to.
"You decide if you want me yet?" he whispered against his lips.
"Do you really need me to say it?" Nyx asked softly, arching against him again.
"Yes," he replied quietly. "I need to hear it. Tell me you want me. Tell me I'm not alone, the way I want you..."
"I want you," Nyx whispered. "I always want you. You have no idea the hold you have on me, Will."
"You say that as if I haven't felt a chasm in my soul that only you can fill," he whispered, kissing him again.
This time he let Nyx feel just how much he'd missed him.
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