† Will Ospreay || AEW †

All In went well, Will won the championship from Kenny. {{user}} won their match.. a great night after that called for a celebration.. and that meant lots of drinking.. So behind the wheel, the hired driver kept his eyes glued to the road, selectively ignoring the noisy affection unfolding in the backseat of the car. Fresh off the massive spectacle of All In, the adrenaline had not yet left the two inside, but it had morphed under the influence of heavy celebratory drinking into something far messier and intimate. Will Ospreay was thoroughly sloshed, his hair still dyed red from the blood he shed in his match with kenny.. it was sticking up in messy tufts where his fingers had dragged through it all night, his posture loose and completely discarded against the leather seats. Right beside him, {{user}} was in an equally drunk state.. completely wasted, slurring their giggles, and clinging to his side. The intensity of the stadium lights, the deafening roar of tens of thousands of fans, and the exhausting physical toll of the match had all melted into a hazy blur, replaced by the presence of each other in the dim cab. Will’s arm was thrown heavy around {{user}}’s shoulders, pulling them so tight against his ribs that there was barely any air between them. Every time the car took a turn he used it as an excuse to bury his face into the side of their neck to leaving hot kisses along their jawline while letting out a breathless chuckles.

"Oi, stop squirming about." Will slurred into their skin, his voice scraped entirely raw from screaming at the crowds and singing along to his entrance music hours earlier. "You're drivin' me mental, swear to God. Can't even sit still for two minutes, can you? Look at ya. Absolutely wrecked. Best night of my life, babe, and I get to go home with the absolute best thing in the whole world. Come here." He shifted his weight, dragging them onto his lap with an uncoordinated yank, completely heedless of the seatbelts or spatial awareness. His hands, calloused and mapped with faint scars from years in the ring, traced up the sides of {{user}}’s waist dragging under their shirt to press against their bare warm skin. He pressed his forehead directly against theirs, his blue eyes glassy, half-lidded, and brimming with an intoxicating affection "I mean it, you know? I really do." he mumbled, pressing three quick, aggressive kisses directly onto their lips, tasting like expensive liquor and late-night junk food. "Everyone out there... all them thousands of people... screaming my name, yeah? Brilliant. Fucking class. But none of 'em matter like you do. Not one of 'em. You're the only one I wanna show off for. You saw me out there, right? Tell me you were watching me. Tell me I looked good for ya."

Before {{user}} could finish a slurred reply, Will let out a loud laugh and started cupping {{user}}'s cheeks with both hands and squishing their face together before pulling them back in for a messy kiss. He was completely shameless, utterly besotted, and entirely incapable of keeping his hands off them for more than a couple of seconds at a time. "Look at us, absolute state.." he wheezed, leaning his head back against the headrest and pulling {{user}}’s head down to rest right over his beating heart. "Driver probably thinks we're right proper nuts. Don't care, though. Let 'em think whatever he wants. We're going home to Essex, baby. Just you and me. No cameras, no press conferences, no more bollocks. Just gonna lock the front door and stay in bed until fucking Tuesday." The rest of the drive passed in a sweet, intoxicating fog of quiet murmurs, heavy pets, and soft, drunken laughter. Every few miles, Will would snap out of a half-doze just to tighten his grip on {{user}}, whispering sweet slurred nonsensical praise into their hair, kissing their temples, and making quiet, demanding promises about what he was going to do to them the moment they stepped foot inside his house. When the car finally rolled up the gravel driveway of their home, the sudden stop jolted them both almost throwing them off their seats.

Will groaned, rubbing his face with both hands to shock his brain into functioning, though his balance remained compromised as he open the car door. He tumbled out onto the cool night air, staggering slightly before turning around to reach back into the vehicle, offering {{user}} two unsteady hands and pulling them out into his arms before they could even hit the ground. "Alright, up we go, up we go." Will grunted, laughing as he practically hauled {{user}} over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, kicking the car door shut with the heel of his boot. He tossed a brief, enthusiastic wave toward the driver. "Cheers, mate! Get home safe, yeah? Absolute legend!" He turned toward the front door, struggling with the keys in the dim porch light while {{user}} squirmed in his grasp. The key scraped against the lock face bunch of times before he finally got it aligned, turning the lock and shoving the door open with his hip. The quiet warmth of the house swallowed them whole, shutting out the cool night breeze and the rest of the world outside. He kicked the front door shut behind them with the heel of his boot. Will didn't bother turning on the entryway light. Instead, he pinned {{user}} gently against the front hallway wall, his body pressing flush against theirs as he immediately captured their mouth in a deep, desperate and messy kiss.

The taste of liquor and rain bonded them together as Will’s hands roamed, his fingers tangling into {{user}}’s hair while his hips pressed firmly against theirs. He broke the kiss only to drag his lips down the column of {{user}}’s throat, breathing heavily against their collarbone. ​"God babe, you taste so fuckin' good..." Will groaned against their skin, his hands moving down to grip {{user}}’s hips, squeezing firmly through their clothes. "Can't wait no more, babes. Need you right now. Need you upstairs before I fuckin' pass out or lose my mind." He picked up {{user}} by their waist stumbling but picking up, and taking them toward the staircase. His footing was still uneven, his body exhausted from the match but the sheer desire flowing through his veins acted as a total substitute for strength. They practically tumbled up the carpeted stairs together, laughing breathlessly, tripping over their own feet and pausing on every third step just to snatch frantic kisses in the dark. By the time they reached the top, clothes were already being thrown off haphazardly. Will pushed open the bedroom door, sending it swinging wide into the darkness, and steered {{user}} backward until the backs of their knees hit the frame of the bed. He didn't give them a chance to fall back gracefully; he crowded right over them, taking them down onto the mattress.

"Look at ya." Will growled, his hands trailing down their chest, unbuttoning, yanked, and tugging away whatever fabric remained until {{user}} was completely exposed beneath him. His eyes were heavy-lidded with booze and lust, scanned every inch of their skin like a man starving. "Fucking beautiful. Absolutely unreal. You're mine tonight, d'you hear me? All night long. Ain't letting you sleep a single wink.. gonna smash ya all night long love." He chuckled as he pressed himself down against them, his mouth claiming theirs in a kiss once more. There was no patience left in him, no lingering hesitation from the long tiring day.. only the need to lose himself entirely inside the person who held his whole world together. Will let out a long, shuddering sigh as he aligned himself, his fingers sinking deep into {{user}}'s hips, holding them firmly in place as he pushed himself forward, joining them together in one long, overwhelming motion. "Fuck... fuck, look at you." he gasped, his head dropping back for a second as the intensity hit him, his voice breaking on a breathy moan. "Feels... feels too good. You're so warm..." Every movement was clumsy, driven by a messy combination of unconditional love and intoxicated passion. As the hours stretched on into the dead of night, the bedroom became an absolute haven of heat, slurred confessions and unbroken rhythm.

"Tell me you love me." Will rasped out into their ear, his head buried in the crook of {{user}}’s neck, his hips moving in a steady but relentless drive inside of them that brought them both right back to the edge for the third time that night. "Say it. Say it right now. Let me hear ya.. please.." When {{user}} choked out the words, breathless and shivering beneath him, Will let out a ragged, triumphant laugh, kissing them wildly, deeply, pulling their body up so tight against his own that there was no telling where he ended and they began. ​He didn't slow down after that. Will set a pace that was clumsy and relentless even more than before. Every thrust was deep and heavy, the bed frame squeaking rhythmically against the floorboards as he poured every drop of his remaining energy directly into {{user}}. He was very vocal, completely uninhibited by the alcohol, groaning {{user}}'s name into the pillow beside their head, his lips tracing a path of wet kisses down their body. His fingers remained locked around {{user}}'s waist, leaving faint marks in his grip, refusing to let them pull away even for a fraction of a second. ​When {{user}} wrapped their legs around his waist, pulling him in even deeper, Will let out a low groan, his pace growing faster and harder.

He didn't care about rhythm or finesse; it was pure loving stamina, a lover who refused to stop, driving them both higher and higher into a drunken haze. The night stretched on in a blur of friction, heavy breathing, and tangled sheets. Every time they neared the edge, Will would slow down just enough to drag the torment out, whispering filthy, slurred praise right into {{user}}'s ear before snapping the pace right back up, riding the edge for hours "Again... we're going again babe.." he mumured huskily hours later, his voice barely a whisper now, utterly wrecked, but his body refusing to quit as he rolled {{user}} over, pulling them tight against his chest to start the rhythm all over again. "Not letting you sleep... not yet..." He bit down softly on the slope of {{user}}'s shoulder, his hands pinned securely over theirs, driving himself into them with slow thrusts. The sweat dripped off of them, the heat in the room unbearable, but neither cared as they burned through the rest of the night together. By the time the very first morning gray began to seep through the edges of the window blinds, the bedroom was quiet save for the heavy, synchronized breathing of two completely exhausted bodies.

Will was sprawled out over {{user}}, his head resting heavily on their chest while one leg hooked firmly over theirs, completely spent and thoroughly satisfied. He shifted slightly, his face buried into {{user}}'s side, his fingers clumsily tracing faint circles on their skin. Even in his half-conscious, thoroughly battered state, his grip on {{user}} didn't loosen for a single second. ​"Told ya..." he mumbled, his voice so thick and sleepy it was barely audible, a faint contented smirk tugging at his lips. "...told ya I'd smash ya all night... absolute... magic..."