The Sound of Music

"I love you too, little one," William murmured, leaning over him and trapping him down against the soft fabric of the sectional, his arms on either side of his head as he captured his lips in a kiss. Cameron moaned, arching up into William's chest as he started moving again. His body melted back onto the couch, his arms clinging desperately onto William as he felt pleasure beginning to lap at him again.

William's lips were so soft against his, his body in contrast was hard and strong, and Cameron couldn't help but love it--the duality of him was dizzying in its brilliance. Cameron pulled away from the kiss to moan, William's teeth nipping into his lip as he thrusted. He felt so good, William's thrusts were perfect, never too rough but never too slow. It seemed well-thought-out and determined, even though the entire thing was spontaneous, and Cameron whined and reached up with a shaky hand, grabbing his glasses and putting them on the coffee table.

"Lovely, I need those to see," William hummed, amusement in his tone as he leaned down and ran his nose along Cameron's cheek. Cameron giggled and wrapped his arms back around William's neck and held onto him, tightening his grip around his waist and pushing back into his thrusts. William groaned into the crook of his neck, warm breath sending shivers of pleasure through Cameron and he moaned.

"You don't need to see, I've seen you play the piano without them. Feel instead." Cameron said breathlessly, slipping his eyes shut. William really couldn't see without his glasses, he'd put them on before and had gotten an instant headache from how strong his prescription was, but Cameron wanted him farther away from his composure. William huffed and bit down into his neck in response, making him cry out and arch his back more. "F-Fuck, Daddy," Cameron gasped, surprised when William started rocking them together faster, keeping his teeth biting down into his skin. Pain and pleasure swirled together as it raced through him and frankly, they were so similar he couldn't tell them apart.

William's hands moved from beside him and he found himself being rolled on top of William, his warm hands roaming all over his body underneath the shirt William hadn't bothered to remove. Cameron's thighs trembled a little as each of William's thrusts sent him bouncing up a little, but he was surprised enough by the sudden shift that he couldn't grasp his bearings and actually help William with his movements. All he could do is steady himself on William's chest and hope to fucking god the man's grip on him didn't falter because he was basically blind until he gave William his glasses back.

He didn't feel much fear, even though they were on a couch with little wiggle room and one wrong move would possibly send him flying. William's hands and arms were warm and sturdy around him, holding him in place gently as he ran his hands over him. Every thrust was deep and hard, it sent pleasure flooding through him and made him dizzy, desire burning through him like flames urging him closer and closer to his release. He couldn't breathe for a moment, it felt so good his mind just couldn't compute the sensations running through him.

The position allowed for him to go so much deeper so much faster, and despite the shaking of his legs Cameron couldn't help but love it. His cock twitched and pleaded between them, bouncing with the thrusts of William's body, and he finally gave in to temptation and curled his hand around himself. He usually didn't--but he had already came so many times he knew there was no way in hell he was going to be able to achieve another orgasm without more stimulation to it. His hand moved shakily, the thrusts jostling him around enough to make it unstable but somehow it was enough. Mostly because William was hitting his prostate with each movement, but it didn't matter because he could feel himself inching closer with each movement.

"Daddy, fuck, fuck!" Cameron cried out, falling down onto his chest as his arms gave out. The pleasure was too much, he couldn't think, let alone hold himself up. William wrapped his arms around him tighter and held him there, thrusting up into him harder. These thrusts didn't allow for his body to move at all with the thrusts, so each one rammed into him with enough force to make stars dance behind his eyes and his body clench up. "Daddy," Cameron sobbed, his head jerking back a little as shudders ran through him.

"You're such a good boy, Cameron," William praised, his fingertips digging into the back of one of his sides. Cameron's breath caught in his throat and that was it. He fell over the edge to his release, the ground falling from beneath him as he soared, only vaguely aware of William speeding up his movements. He didn't even think he actually managed to release anything, it was just pleasure. Deep and grasping, clinging onto him and making him cry out with each movement of William's hips.

He only really came down a little when William stopped moving, and he felt William's cum flood into him. He managed to tear the cotton away from his mind enough to force his eyes open and he smiled tiredly down at William before Cameron sank down on top of William and melted. He looked so relaxed and pleased, it made warmth flood through Cameron. William could look so intimidating sometimes, his glare could cut stone and the one time Cameron had seen him angry, it'd been so surprising to him because he didn't really think the man could get angry. He seemed so calm and composed, he seemed carefree, constantly seeing the best in everyone and everything.

"N-No," Cameron whined when William tried to pull away, his legs tightening around his waist. William chuckled softly and rested down on top of him, brushing kisses over his forehead gently. He'd not even noticed William moving them, but he wasn't about to let go regardless. He didn't want to be separated from him yet.

"I need to clean you up, little lovely," William murmured softly, urging his legs down from his waist. Cameron pouted and shook his head stubbornly. William gave him an amused smile and his hand reached out blindly for his glasses, managing to grab them off the table much to Cameron's dismay.

"Y-You're gonna put mes to bed again," Cameron said, his voice sounded far away to himself, and he found his eyes struggling to stay open. But all he wanted was to stay connected to William. Toys were fine, but William was warm and hard but velvety and felt so mind-numbingly good inside of him when he was full of cum and all fuzzy and light. And best of all, he was stubborn as hell. "I wanna stay like this," Cameron said, and William sighed in defeat.

"Mm, well then Daddy is going to move us back to the piano so he can keep working on composing this piece." Cameron nodded and sighed, letting himself be lifted up off of the sofa and wrapped his arms and legs around William, and rested his head forward on William's chest as he carried him over to the bench of the piano and sat down. Cameron whimpered a little and curled his arms around William's waist, clinging onto him as his legs dangled over the other side of the piano bench.

It really didn't take him long to doze off once William started playing the song again, the vague thought: I think I kinda hear what he was saying earlier, ran through his hazed mind before everything fizzled away into the distance.