Sonny carries the bucket with the orange peonies, setting them down by Will's front door, before framing his face with his hands.

This kiss is much sweeter than Will was expecting.

He had been prepared for the heat, the hot, persuasive heat that would make all of his resistance evaporate. But instead, Sonny gives him sweet and gentle, finishing the night how it started. With romance.

"What about before you head in to work?" Sonny lifts Will's hand to his lips. "Take you on a picnic?"

Startled, Will just stares at him. "A picnic?"

"Beautiful weather for it. Spread out a blanket by the river. Try your hand at tossing the ball in there. I like watching you jump in after it."

"Goddamnit." Will takes Sonny's face in his own hands this time. "Godfuckingdmnit. Get your ass down to that rented limo right fucking now."

"Okay." Sonny touches Will's face. "Can I at least wait until you're inside?"

"Get your ass down to that limo." Will repeats, "And pay the driver for the night, and tell him his services are no longer needed. Then come back so I can invite you inside."

Realization dawning, Sonny gently grabs Will's wrists, to feel his pulse against his fingers. "Give me five minutes. Please don't change your mind. Two." Sonny amends. "You can even time me."

As Sonny goes bounding down the stairs, Will picks up the flowers, unlocking the door and letting himself inside.

If this is a mistake, Will thinks, it won't be his first, and definitely not the last.

Will lights the candles, putting on some mood setting music. Sex is supposed to be easy, Will reminds himself. When it's between two single and consenting adults with a fraction of romantic attraction along with the sexual, it's supposed to be something worth celebrating.

Whether or not he's being coerced is entirely up to him. No point in beating himself up over something he hasn't even done yet.

Sonny knocks on the door. Just the idea that he did, instead of just barging right in, makes Will smile. Well mannered and sexy. It's an intoxicating combination. Completely enticing.

Will opens the door, and the music comes blasting out. Sonny slides his hands into his pockets, smiling at him.

"Hey."

"Hey back." Will reaches out and grabs Sonny's tie. "Get your cute butt in here." Will tugs, pulling him inside. Walking backwards, this should've let them straight to the bedroom.

But Sonny puts his hands on his hips, pulling him close. "Nice music." He pulls Will into a slow dance. "When you're not the only object in my solar system, I'll tell you if I like your apartment."

"Did someone teach you the dos and don'ts on how to charm guys into falling for you?"

"It's a gift." Sonny leans in to kiss both corners of Will's mouth. "The streets of Chicago are buried in my sexual conquests. It was starting to block traffic, so I was politely asked to leave." Sonny brushes his cheek with Will's. "I can still smell you in my dreams. And when I wake up, all I want is you."

Will's heart starts to shudder, like sudden heat after a lifetime of cold. "I knew you were trouble the second you walked into Doug's." Will reaches underneath the hand on his backside. "If only I knew how much trouble."

"More than enough." Sonny crushes his mouth with Will's, making them both moan. "You okay?"

"Yes I am.

Whatever blood was still in his head goes straight to his nether regions. "Which way?"

Will directs them straight to his bedroom door, right through the open doorway. If he'd been in his right mind, Sonny would've stopped to appreciate the architecture of the place, the paint on the walls. But all of his senses are singularly focused on the man wrapped up in his arms. His weight against his own, the shape of his body and the scent of chamomile. The surprise on his face when they stop right by the bed instead of pushing Will onto it.

"If you don't mind, I'd like to take my time." Sonny reaches to trace Will's cheek, tracing it all the way down to his shirt.

"I don't mind at all."

Will was expecting a rush of adrenaline-- hands everywhere, mouth devouring him whole-- to match the impulsive lust Will can see in Sonny's eyes. When Sonny's hands grip Will's hips, as their lips never separate, Will remembers how harshly he'd steeled himself just yesterday.

It would appear his self control extends to affairs in the bedroom as well.

But Will's not even remotely prepared for romance. Something Sonny was only just made aware of when Will had caught sight of the peonies. Not just surprised, there was clear suspicion in his eyes. Just like there is now as Sonny slows down, lingering over the quiet kiss.

It's not enough just to get Will in bed. He wants to take that suspicion away, and turn it into vulnerable gratification.

Will's lips are still warm and inviting. It's no challenge to keep them together, to slide their tongues together, as their bodies keep moving in sync, like they're still dancing.

Sonny knows when Will's hands go limp on his back, he's right there with him.

Sonny reaches for Will's shirt, unbuttoning it slowly, then slowly trailing his hands up Will's body till he reaches the shoulders, and even more slowly pushes the shirt right off, and as it falls to the floor, tracing his fingers over Will's now bare chest. Will inhales sharply.

There's something about undressing a guy in a blazer. Seeing all that exposed skin as the layers come off one by one, the anticipation, the curiosity as you explore every inch. Sonny keeps moving his hands from his face to his shoulders as Will's hands go up to push Sonny's blazer and shirt off his shoulders, joining his on the floor as Will goes for Sonny's undershirt next.

Sonny keeps devouring Will's mouth, not pushing or grabbing, and when the undershirt is off, and Sonny pulls Will's hands to his chest with a small noise of approval, Will can feel the beating of Sonny's heart under his hands.

"You're pretty jacked for a CEO."

"Ex-CEO." It's torture, Sonny thinks, tortured with every inch to have those slender fingers tracing his body. Will pinches his arms, sucking his lips.

"You really are full of surprises. I like someone who's strong."

Will grabs Sonny's pants, smile hungry. Feral. "Let's see what else I can dig up on you."

They're dancing again, a dance as old as time itself, and somehow Will's the one leading. Sonny pictured pushing Will down on the bed, thrusting himself inside Will with all the force behind this crazy need. That's what Will would be okay with happening.

What Will's expecting to happen.

Instead, Sonny grabs Will's hands before they can pull off his pants, lifting them to his lips.

Watching Will over them, he sees the surprise-- and the suspicion that's still there.

"Looks like I'm coming up short." Sonny teases. "And since I've just been dying to know just what you've been hiding underneath that flannel, I'd like to know just how close my expectations are aligned with reality."

Sonny places his lips on Will's bare shoulder, as he uses his hands to nudge his pants off. Thank god for gravity when he watches them slide right off his legs.

He's wearing green boxers.

He's every gay man's dream. Pale skin, messy hair. The slim torso, with hipbones just barely sticking out underneath the boxers.

"Closer." The exhale's burning Sonny's lungs. "So close."

He strokes his finger up, all along the sensitive area between the boxers and Will's thighs.

"Whaddaya say to playing with fire?"

Sonny pulls Will against him, devouring his mouth. And when that's not enough, turns Will around to barely scrape the teeth on his shoulder, then the side of Will's neck.

Face buried in his neck, Sonny runs his hands up Will's body, filling them with Will's bare naked chest.

Will arches into him, hooking his arms around Sonny's neck, in offering. The instant that changes patience to urgency leaves Will weak in the knees, clearly aroused and and ready to be ravished. He feels Sonny's greed, feels his own rise to meet it.

Sonny's hand slides down, cupping between his legs, pushing as he brings Will to the brink of coming. Before he can fall, Sonny trails his fingers down Will's thighs, and with one last snap, pulls down one side of Will's boxers.

Will's breath catches, his body coiled, "My God."

"When you have me, you'll think of nothing else." Sonny pulls down the other side of the boxers. "But first, I really need to touch you, the way I've dreamt about touching you." Sonny brushes his lips over Will's shoulder. "Will."

Sonny turns Will to face him, lets his hands return to the back of his head, pulling him back. "Tonight, you're mine."

Denial, defiance, fights their way through arousal. "I belong to nobody but myself."

Sonny wraps Will in his arms, as they bend over the bed. "Tonight, we belong to each other.

Sonny closes his mouth over Will's, effectively shutting him up, clouding his mind. Will turns his head to take a breath, trying to steady himself. But then he feels Sonny's lips trail down to his nipple, over the flesh there, closing his mouth over it. The long pulls in Will's gut loosen his muscles, destroy his will to resist.

Will yields, telling himself he's doing it for his own selfish needs, not Sonny's.

Sonny feels Will surrender, the way he softens in his arms. Hears it in the low moan of arousal and acceptance.

So he takes what he's been desperate for since the first time he'd seen Will by the pond.

Will's body is a gift, the scent of his skin, his masculine curves. He treats himself to the taste of it in slow pulls and long drags. Then he frees Will's nipples to his hands, his mouth. The blood in his veins thunders like a meteor shower, but he sets himself on fire and puts them both through hell.

When he kicks Will's boxers off his thighs, Will arches his back. Opens himself up to him. Sonny traces his fingers over WIll's back, watching Will's face in the dim lighting as Will closes his eyes, lips quivering on a moan.

Pulling himself inside Will, Sonny sends him soaring.

Will's whole body is a mess of spasms, of elation, with the sharp edge of pressure slicing like a katana through a watermelon. It bursts inside Will, sending him flying through the air.

"I want you." Will feels Sonny shake, even as he trembles himself. Sees himself in Sonny's eyes as he looks him over. "I want you in me. Inside me."

Sonny clutches at that slippery slope of self control, and as he wraps his legs around Will, slides very, very slowly, inside him. Slides in deep when Will rises to meet his mouth. Holds himself there as Sonny's breath catches in his throat, and everything he is gets lost in Will.

A few sighs, and a few quick gasps later, their eyes are only on each other as they move, a casual pace that spreads their arousal like a warm Jacuzzi. Their lips meet again, and Sonny feels Will's curve against his before Sonny pulls back to reveal a smile.

Skin rubs against skin, smooth friction. Music, the sad cry from Will's living room, a congratulatory burst from down below, combining together in Sonny's head with Will's quickened breaths.

Will tenses underneath him, head leaning back to the bare line of his throat for Sonny's mouth. Will tightens around him, shaking. Once again Sonny buries his face in Will's neck, and this time, lets himself come with him.

Much later, Sonny lays next to will, watching the light dance across the ceiling, threading Will's fingers with his. Drenched in sweat. "Am I allowed to stay the night?" he asks. "Or am I taking the walk of shame?"

Will stares into the dark. "Stay.