Will blushed a little at Xander's words, actually thinking that he was upset about that for a few moments before Zeke called them little rape monkeys and Xander laughed at him. He knew Xander had always liked having sex with them, never thinking about if he really wanted to or not as often as they did it. Will was about ready to get off of Zeke after first he jerked from the light touches to his ear and then almost fell with what he had said, feeling as if he were a little unstable to be riding right now. He listened to the two of them speak "I think that sounds okay, as long as it doesn't cut him up" Will said and shook his head at the whipping "that wouldn't bother me if it didn't draw blood. Blood should stay inside of you. Unless you're thirsty, then it's okay for it to not be inside of you" he added, rather enjoying drinking from the two of them.
Will looked positively frightened when Zeke admitted to having stabbed Xander by accident. He seriously thought he would probably have a heart attack if something like that happened to him or one of the others because of him. He watched as Xander stripped and laid on the bed on his back, waiting for Zeke to tie him up and then moving to straddle his stomach, a calligraphy pen in his hand. "Are you sure this is okay?" he asked him, just double checking before he started doing it. He looked at the tip and then put it against Xander's skin, moving it just a little, looking to see if it was too hard, looking between his skin and his face. He pulled the nub across his skin again, realizing then that the lines he had drawn were white and then red as blood rushed to the surface, why they called it being a canvas. Will was drawing little patterns across his body, his naked butt rubbing against Xander's cock, his balls on the other's belly button. "You like this?" he asked the other, a little confused as to why but with his age he had probably grown bored of the vanilla sex Will had only started enjoying because of Zeke.
Will looked positively frightened when Zeke admitted to having stabbed Xander by accident. He seriously thought he would probably have a heart attack if something like that happened to him or one of the others because of him. He watched as Xander stripped and laid on the bed on his back, waiting for Zeke to tie him up and then moving to straddle his stomach, a calligraphy pen in his hand. "Are you sure this is okay?" he asked him, just double checking before he started doing it. He looked at the tip and then put it against Xander's skin, moving it just a little, looking to see if it was too hard, looking between his skin and his face. He pulled the nub across his skin again, realizing then that the lines he had drawn were white and then red as blood rushed to the surface, why they called it being a canvas. Will was drawing little patterns across his body, his naked butt rubbing against Xander's cock, his balls on the other's belly button. "You like this?" he asked the other, a little confused as to why but with his age he had probably grown bored of the vanilla sex Will had only started enjoying because of Zeke.