Will feels his stomach tightening. Sonny's tone is imperious and sexy as hell. It makes him want to obey right now. It make him want to tease him, too, and play the ingenue.
He opens his eyes wide as saucers and gives him an innocent look. Sonny's eyes darken and he grabs Will's arm, pressing slightly. "So now that you have resisted getting naked through the game, I suggest I tell you exactly which item of clothing to take off, one at a time." Will feels his cock harden and refrains from shrieking with excitement. Instead, he nods gravely. Sonny has sat back, legs crosses, his cock pointing up. Will resists the temptation to stare at it. Instead, he holds Sonny's intense gaze and hears "Take your pants off, now!". Very slowly, inch by inch, Will reveals the flesh under the denim. When he gets to the knees, he tries and not look awkward by lying on the side and crochets the waistband with only one finger. Then, in one swift movement, he rips the pants off him. Sonny is mesmerized and is absent-mindedly fondling with the tip of his cock. Will glances at it discreetly and feels heat rushing through his torso and up to his face. He kneels down, quietly and waits for the next order. Sonny is gazing at him silently. After a minute, he shakes himself and frowns. "That is way too slow, he utters, apparently unaware that he's the one who's drifted away. He squints at behind Will "You appear to still have one sock on! That's unacceptable. I do not frolic with socked men." Will bursts out. He's still kneeling, elbows on the ground, head between his arms, snorting and gasping for air. "'Frolic'?" He asks "I'm not doing anything to men who say 'frolic'." He hears Sonny answer, trying and sound a little serious but failing through chokes of laughter. "May I remind you I'm the one in charge here. I can use whichever word I want and you will like it." He grazes the length of Will's spine with one finger "...and you're still one-socked. I have waited..." Will moves one arm backwards and remove the offending item.
Will knows only his boxers are left to remove but he still wonders what Sonny is going to say next. Nothing comes. He looks up. Sonny is firmly grasping his cock, grinning. He bends to brush Will's chin. "You should already be naked, dear. 'Cause in a few minutes, I'll be buried deep inside you and you're gonna beg for more. I'll make you cry with pleasure. I'll pound into you till you come hard." By the time he's finished talking, Will is indeed fully naked, legs spread apart, at the ready. Sonny grabs the lube from one of the tent's side pockets and seconds later, he's preparing Will who's wriggling, making the plastic floor rustle, begging Sonny to hurry up and fuck him already. There might be noises of rain outside, even rumble and thunder, Will is so focused on Sonny he barely notices it. His morning efforts are paying off under the strong wind, as not a picket bends. Sonny slides into him and right at that moment, Will's vision becomes clear as day, seeing Sonny's face scrunching and beaming at the sudden rush of pleasure. The deafening sound of the thunderbolt comes not very much long after but not immediate either, so they don't stop. In fact, Sonny is just beginning and the drumming noises around seem to thrill him and he starts thumping with zero delicacy but lots of ardor. Will doesn't complain, rather encourages him by shouting at the top of his voice to cover the blaring sounds. Maybe Sonny hears him or maybe he's more and more aroused. Anyway, he squeezes Will's waist, aiming at his most reactive spot, hitting with a passion that leaves Will breathless. A few other lightnings show him that Sonny is filled with the same ecstasy and they both get close to their release quickly. In fact, Will ejects his semen first, during a quiet moment between two thunderbolts and Sonny pauses to hold him tight. Will breathes "Do you want me to do something now?" in his wild lover's ear. Sonny nods against his neck and pulls back. He picks Will's head up by the hair, without hurting him at all but with determination and brings his pulsating cock next to Will's mouth. Will gobbles it without hesitation and licks and sucks, guiding the length down his throat, deeper than he'd managed the last times. Sonny is tenderly twisting Will's locks, breathing out once in a while and grunts loudly. The rain stops falling when Sonny stops showering sperm inside Will's awaiting throat. The slightly salty liquid is not very agreeable to taste but in the excitation, with the knowledge of how better it is to be swallowed, it's always quite easy to overcome. And Sonny's gratitude afterward is a great upside. Will has a feeling he could ask him anything, like go back in the cold and dark to retrieve stuff from the car, and Sonny would be eager to obey, just to show him how satisfied he is. Luckily for him, Will is no mercenary and just want to cuddle. He wants that with a passion and haul Sonny to the sleeping bag, not letting him take a moment of rest until they're both woven in each other's limps, warmly tucked, letting sleep come in the absolute peace of the night and the pure refreshing air you always get after a storm.