Title:Vermillion
Genre:Romance
Pairing:Will/Bran
Summary:"I get nervous, perverse. When I see her it's worse..." And the stress is astounding.
"Bran ..." he whispered in his sleep, his whole body shaking.
"God, Bran, please, o h god ..." Will writhed under the Pendragon's touch. Bran pressed a trail of wet, hot kisses down his throat.
H e bucked his hips against Bran, who was straddled over him. It elicited a delicious little moan and a shiver, shooting another wave of pleasure through them both.
How long had he wanted this? It felt like forever, but then, Will was an Old One; everything was at once eternal and ephemeral.
Bran gave him a burning kiss, all tongue and hands and rolling hips. He caught Will's wrists and maneuvered them so he finally pinned them above his head.
He pulled back, looking down at Will, power and lust giving his golden eyes a glowing cast.
Will, half mad with the same lust, moaned and shook, wanting and needing to feel more of Bran against him.
Bran instinctively knew, rocking his hips until Will tensed and gasped Bran's name, falling limp against the bed, wide-eyed and consumed by pleasure .
Will woke up crying .
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