[ Will gets only a scant few moments to take off his bag and gloves before Strohl's extended his hand, and — too inclined to indulge his lover and best friend, perhaps — Will doesn't want to keep him waiting for long. He places his hand in Strohl's palm, then gets pulled forward, collapsing neatly and gracefully into the clemar's lap, plush rear pressing sweetly into Strohl's lovely thighs. He can't help but let out a soft squeak of surprise. ]
Ah — [ a little laugh. He's not displeased. ] I don't think I've ever seen you so impatient...
[ It's cute, though. Stripped shirtless, Strohl is an absolute vision to Will's eyes, and everything about him seems impossibly perfect. The prominent bulge between his legs is new, though, and very exciting. Lowering his eyes, Will leans in for a kiss, reaching with both hands to do the job that Strohl was about to indulge in when he walked in: palming him through the fabric of his trousers, fondling and groping sweetly, with his smaller set of fingers. ]
So cute...
[ ...Strohl's behavior, or Strohl's dick? Which one is cute? Maybe Will means both. The kisses he's offering suggest that the answer is both. ]
[ There is nothing as sweet as Will in his lap like this, warm and whole and so utterly perfect for him. He knows he's being a bit impatient with his actions, not really doing much in the way of romance but more just utter lust. But after their conversation and the thoughts he's had since then, he can't shake his desire even a little bit.
Especially when Will does exactly what Strohl hoped for and begins to palm him. Strohl moans softly into Will's mouth as they kiss, his hand moving up to cup Will's cheek while the other arm loops around Will's small waist. He'll kiss him, eager and a little desperate, licking into his mouth and pressing their lips together in hungry bliss.
When they pull away from each other long enough for Will to get out the compliment, Strohl makes a noise of offense and feels rather shy for a moment. ]
If I were any other man, I might feel a little embarrassed being called cute when I'm trying to seduce you. Instead —
[ He laughs a little, low and quick, before pulling Will in for another kiss. His hand moves from his cheek to curl fingers against the back of his neck and this time, the kiss is a little rough, a lot more hungry. It's all bare lust and open desire, his cock throbbing in his pants from the urge to have Will and all of Will. Much less cute. ]
[ Do they need romance when they both know that they love each other? Will is more than happy to sink into unabashed lust with his Strohl; he doesn't have even an ounce of guilt about it, how smug he feels, knowing that he's making the poor clemar's brain turn into an unabashedly horny mess.
But that flustered sound of Strohl's suggests that Strohl doesn't quite feel the same way, so — patient as ever — Will only giggles and then makes to pull the nobleman's cock out of his pants. Too bad, so sad. He wants to comment on how cute Strohl is again, but apparently he doesn't like that, so Will only makes a softly encouraging sound, warm and sweet from low in his throat, and leans into Strohl's kiss as he tends to Strohl's cock.
(His cock is still cute. Massive, yes, and throbbing hotly beneath Will's palm. But the young elda still finds it cute.)
Still... perhaps he's moving a bit too fast for his dearest friend. Relenting a little, Will slows down in their kissing, surrendering somewhat; it'd be an easy thing for him to claim Strohl's tongue and teeth, but he eases up, lets Strohl set the pace instead. Opens his mouth, sweet and obedient, for more of Strohl's kisses. ]
Mmm — but I am seduced. I'm so, so bewitched by you...
[ Sex in every spoken syllable, his voice pleading, coaxing. A little spoiled and impetuous, too, in the way it's asking Strohl to forgive him for the offense. Please, Strohl? please, please, please? ]
[ Ugh, it's hard to resist Will when he's like this. Hard to pretend he wants anything other than to take and devour his beloved. He tries so hard to be a gentleman, to do nothing less than a noble should do, but right now he doesn't care for any of that. Right now, he wants Will's hand on his cock and to oil up his hole soon so he can fuck him. Strohl shudders slightly when Will tells him he's seduced and then that lovely pleading tone of his.
Will wants to be fucked. Strohl wants to fuck him. That's absolutely going to happen.
So, Strohl doesn't answer with words, just pulls Will in again to kiss him. Hard and eager and just blatantly horny, he kisses him and presses into his hand and his own hands tug at Will's clothing. He wants his shirt gone, wants his pants gone, wants to grip and knead and caress his ass as he fingers him open. He needs to prep him, so he can fuck him, and he's already feeling too impatient about it.
When he pulls off from Will's mouth, he breathes against him heavily and then he's going to use his grip on Will's waist, his other arm looping around his shoulders, to pick up the smaller man in a quick movement and flip their positions. Will, laying against the pillows underneath Strohl who hovers over him. His eyes are half-lidded with lust and his face flushed and he just wants.
Immediately, he starts to kiss Will into the pillows, not leaving him room to object before he grabs at the waistband of his pants with both hands and begins to pull them down with Will's underwear. ]
[ Strohl probably has no idea how irresistible he is when he's like this, Will thinks, as he's pressed into the pillow, mouth claimed by his eager lover.
Will's irresistible in his own way. Not only for that seductive, mewling tone he's taking, like the most perfect little fuck doll to exist in any man's fantasies; not only because he's making the most encouraging, soft, cooing sounds, as if he can't get enough of the way Strohl is taking him. He's thin and scrawny by all appearances, but when Strohl tugs his pants off, he has to wrestle a little bit; those tight leggings keep his plush thighs and rear in one place, and when they're pulled off his legs, Will's impossibly soft tan thighs are bared, deliciously open to Strohl's touch.
He can touch. He can bruise. He can knead and squeeze Will's ass as much as he wants. Every touch, every kiss only seems to make the young elda ever more delighted. There's so much satisfaction in knowing that Strohl is hot and bothered and sinfully horny all for him.
He stops tugging at Strohl's cock because the look on the clemar's face suggests that he might just snap if Will teases him any further. Instead, Will takes a moment to admire it, thick and girthy and thoroughly teased at this point. Strohl's breaths are coming heavy and his touches are getting more and more rough and Will loves it. That half-lidded look in his eyes is just so intense.
Will holds his legs apart for Strohl to access him, hands framing his legs in the most delectably lustful way. His sweet soft thighs lead up to that perfect little pucker and he knows Strohl is nearly too impatient to oil him up. But. ]
Need help...?
[ What he means is: he'll stretch and prep himself, if Strohl wants that. But he has a feeling that his outrageously aroused service top of a boyfriend probably wants to do it himself. ]
[ It was a treat the first time they did this when Strohl learned just how shapely Will was underneath those tight leggings of his. His soft thighs and plush ass, perfect for Strohl to grind and fuck into. He'd left mark after mark on Will's thighs, biting and sucking and licking along the insides until he got his fill. Even now, the temptation to sink down between his legs and use his mouth is strong, desire clear on his face as he gets those leggings off and watches Will present himself to him.
It's a relief that Will has stopped touching him because he think he might just come from the anticipation. Strohl has to close his eyes for a moment and breathe out heavily as he tries to focus. Will offers to help, indicating that he'd be happy to stretch himself open for Strohl but — no. Strohl wants to do it, wants to get fingers inside of him and see Will moan and writhe on them. He gives a soft shake of his head and leans in to press a lopsided kiss to Will's mouth while his hand reaches out for the bottle of oil he'd already brought out earlier. He was going to use it to masturbate. This is better.
When he pulls off the kiss, he's swallowing hard and uncorking the bottle of oil, spilling some onto his fingers. ]
I'll take care of you, my heart. I want to do this.
[ It won't be long until he's leaning in, hand slipping underneath Will to his exposed hole as he offers himself up to Strohl. Wet fingers, warm with oil, touch at his entrance, his index finger circling his hole slowly and pressing in, smearing oil all across the sensitive skin. He watches as he does this, kneeling between Will's spread legs, braced on one arm with his palm flat next to Will's hip. He'll lean in, press a kiss to Will's jaw, his throat, nosing lightly against it as he breathes him in. His fingers continue to work, sliding into the knuckle with his index finger and beginning the stretch. ]
[ Now it's Will's turn to steady his breathing. The elda shivers a little as Strohl's fingers breach him — not particularly thick by an objective measure perhaps, but so much thicker than his own that it makes him feel weak in the knees.
Will's been loving and teasing, up until now, but now his breath shudders and catches in his throat as Strohl diligently stretches him out. There's a sense of power in doing it — in being able to see how every minute curl of the fingers wins Strohl a new soft mewl, a shiver, tensed muscles in the throat, a tremble in Will's flat chest. Will tips his head back and bares more of his neck for Strohl's kisses, indulging fully in the hot, ticklish sensation of Strohl's breath ghosting out over his skin. ]
Ah... mmnh — right there, that's...
[ It doesn't take long for Strohl to find the spot that Will likes, the one that always makes his plush thighs quiver like jelly. Will's hands rest lightly on Strohl's back, nails digging in slightly the more tense he gets, but he can't hurt Strohl, doesn't break skin. They're so, so gentle with each other that way.
He'll look so good when he's being fucked proper, sweetly sensitive against Strohl's skin — but right now, at least, Strohl can have the satisfaction of watching him ache, his cock starting to drip and dribble arousal over his slim belly, as that tight sweet hole gets softer and softer for Strohl's use. ]
[ It's intoxicating, watching the way Will falls apart under every gentle movement of his finger and press of the digits deeper inside of him. Will is a beauty underneath him and Strohl feels a moment of intense possessive want as he thinks about the idea of anyone else being able to see his beloved like this. No, that's absolutely not something that is allowed. This is all for Strohl, just Strohl and no one else.
Strohl groans softly, nosing lightly against Will's throat as Will bares more of it for him. He presses gentle kisses against it, mouth open and eager and dragging gentle teeth against the skin. He's got two fingers inside of Will now, pressing in deep, scissoring him open gently, when he feels Will shake and tense as his fingers brush up against the bundle of nerves inside of him.
He'll just watch him for a long while, pumping those fingers in and out of him and his eyes stay fixed on Will underneath him. Will, as he curls and moans and falls apart from the arousal and sensitivity. Strohl's mouth grows a little dry from want and he leans in to press his mouth to Will's, kissing him gently and deeply as a third, final finger slips inside of Will and he starts to finish his slow preparation. ]
[ Strohl is looking at Will as though he wants to eat him. It's intoxicating — makes Will feel as though he'll drown in the torrent of his lover's appetites, and he loves it. The young elda moans and whimpers like he's melting, seized almost helplessly by the thought of how unbearably attractive Strohl is like this, tracking his every little movement and shudder like a predator tracking prey.
The clemar's normally calm, placid features have been written over with unbridled lust and an intense possessiveness that borders on fury. There's always a deep passion inside of Strohl, one that bubbles to the surface when it's needed, but it's raging behind his eyes now, as though his sole, single focus is on how he can get Will whimpering with lust beneath him. And he's always been very, very good at accomplishing what he's set his mind on.
The more Strohl's fingers press and stretch Will's hole, the more Will tenses up, arousal coiling low in his belly, making him squeeze his knees around Strohl's waist like some succubus temptation out of the Sanctist Church's worst texts. Cheeks flushed, Will keens even more loudly when Strohl stretches him wide enough to accommodate his thick cock, clapping a hand over his mouth to muffle the sound. ]
Nnh, ah — S-Strohl — I'm so... so close, I...
[ He can feel his own cock dripping eagerly against his own belly. Desperate, Will kisses back against Strohl's warm lips, hot and bothered, desperate for cock. ]
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Ah — [ a little laugh. He's not displeased. ] I don't think I've ever seen you so impatient...
[ It's cute, though. Stripped shirtless, Strohl is an absolute vision to Will's eyes, and everything about him seems impossibly perfect. The prominent bulge between his legs is new, though, and very exciting. Lowering his eyes, Will leans in for a kiss, reaching with both hands to do the job that Strohl was about to indulge in when he walked in: palming him through the fabric of his trousers, fondling and groping sweetly, with his smaller set of fingers. ]
So cute...
[ ...Strohl's behavior, or Strohl's dick? Which one is cute? Maybe Will means both. The kisses he's offering suggest that the answer is both. ]
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Especially when Will does exactly what Strohl hoped for and begins to palm him. Strohl moans softly into Will's mouth as they kiss, his hand moving up to cup Will's cheek while the other arm loops around Will's small waist. He'll kiss him, eager and a little desperate, licking into his mouth and pressing their lips together in hungry bliss.
When they pull away from each other long enough for Will to get out the compliment, Strohl makes a noise of offense and feels rather shy for a moment. ]
If I were any other man, I might feel a little embarrassed being called cute when I'm trying to seduce you. Instead —
[ He laughs a little, low and quick, before pulling Will in for another kiss. His hand moves from his cheek to curl fingers against the back of his neck and this time, the kiss is a little rough, a lot more hungry. It's all bare lust and open desire, his cock throbbing in his pants from the urge to have Will and all of Will. Much less cute. ]
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But that flustered sound of Strohl's suggests that Strohl doesn't quite feel the same way, so — patient as ever — Will only giggles and then makes to pull the nobleman's cock out of his pants. Too bad, so sad. He wants to comment on how cute Strohl is again, but apparently he doesn't like that, so Will only makes a softly encouraging sound, warm and sweet from low in his throat, and leans into Strohl's kiss as he tends to Strohl's cock.
(His cock is still cute. Massive, yes, and throbbing hotly beneath Will's palm. But the young elda still finds it cute.)
Still... perhaps he's moving a bit too fast for his dearest friend. Relenting a little, Will slows down in their kissing, surrendering somewhat; it'd be an easy thing for him to claim Strohl's tongue and teeth, but he eases up, lets Strohl set the pace instead. Opens his mouth, sweet and obedient, for more of Strohl's kisses. ]
Mmm — but I am seduced. I'm so, so bewitched by you...
[ Sex in every spoken syllable, his voice pleading, coaxing. A little spoiled and impetuous, too, in the way it's asking Strohl to forgive him for the offense. Please, Strohl? please, please, please? ]
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Will wants to be fucked. Strohl wants to fuck him. That's absolutely going to happen.
So, Strohl doesn't answer with words, just pulls Will in again to kiss him. Hard and eager and just blatantly horny, he kisses him and presses into his hand and his own hands tug at Will's clothing. He wants his shirt gone, wants his pants gone, wants to grip and knead and caress his ass as he fingers him open. He needs to prep him, so he can fuck him, and he's already feeling too impatient about it.
When he pulls off from Will's mouth, he breathes against him heavily and then he's going to use his grip on Will's waist, his other arm looping around his shoulders, to pick up the smaller man in a quick movement and flip their positions. Will, laying against the pillows underneath Strohl who hovers over him. His eyes are half-lidded with lust and his face flushed and he just wants.
Immediately, he starts to kiss Will into the pillows, not leaving him room to object before he grabs at the waistband of his pants with both hands and begins to pull them down with Will's underwear. ]
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Will's irresistible in his own way. Not only for that seductive, mewling tone he's taking, like the most perfect little fuck doll to exist in any man's fantasies; not only because he's making the most encouraging, soft, cooing sounds, as if he can't get enough of the way Strohl is taking him. He's thin and scrawny by all appearances, but when Strohl tugs his pants off, he has to wrestle a little bit; those tight leggings keep his plush thighs and rear in one place, and when they're pulled off his legs, Will's impossibly soft tan thighs are bared, deliciously open to Strohl's touch.
He can touch. He can bruise. He can knead and squeeze Will's ass as much as he wants. Every touch, every kiss only seems to make the young elda ever more delighted. There's so much satisfaction in knowing that Strohl is hot and bothered and sinfully horny all for him.
He stops tugging at Strohl's cock because the look on the clemar's face suggests that he might just snap if Will teases him any further. Instead, Will takes a moment to admire it, thick and girthy and thoroughly teased at this point. Strohl's breaths are coming heavy and his touches are getting more and more rough and Will loves it. That half-lidded look in his eyes is just so intense.
Will holds his legs apart for Strohl to access him, hands framing his legs in the most delectably lustful way. His sweet soft thighs lead up to that perfect little pucker and he knows Strohl is nearly too impatient to oil him up. But. ]
Need help...?
[ What he means is: he'll stretch and prep himself, if Strohl wants that. But he has a feeling that his outrageously aroused service top of a boyfriend probably wants to do it himself. ]
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It's a relief that Will has stopped touching him because he think he might just come from the anticipation. Strohl has to close his eyes for a moment and breathe out heavily as he tries to focus. Will offers to help, indicating that he'd be happy to stretch himself open for Strohl but — no. Strohl wants to do it, wants to get fingers inside of him and see Will moan and writhe on them. He gives a soft shake of his head and leans in to press a lopsided kiss to Will's mouth while his hand reaches out for the bottle of oil he'd already brought out earlier. He was going to use it to masturbate. This is better.
When he pulls off the kiss, he's swallowing hard and uncorking the bottle of oil, spilling some onto his fingers. ]
I'll take care of you, my heart. I want to do this.
[ It won't be long until he's leaning in, hand slipping underneath Will to his exposed hole as he offers himself up to Strohl. Wet fingers, warm with oil, touch at his entrance, his index finger circling his hole slowly and pressing in, smearing oil all across the sensitive skin. He watches as he does this, kneeling between Will's spread legs, braced on one arm with his palm flat next to Will's hip. He'll lean in, press a kiss to Will's jaw, his throat, nosing lightly against it as he breathes him in. His fingers continue to work, sliding into the knuckle with his index finger and beginning the stretch. ]
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Will's been loving and teasing, up until now, but now his breath shudders and catches in his throat as Strohl diligently stretches him out. There's a sense of power in doing it — in being able to see how every minute curl of the fingers wins Strohl a new soft mewl, a shiver, tensed muscles in the throat, a tremble in Will's flat chest. Will tips his head back and bares more of his neck for Strohl's kisses, indulging fully in the hot, ticklish sensation of Strohl's breath ghosting out over his skin. ]
Ah... mmnh — right there, that's...
[ It doesn't take long for Strohl to find the spot that Will likes, the one that always makes his plush thighs quiver like jelly. Will's hands rest lightly on Strohl's back, nails digging in slightly the more tense he gets, but he can't hurt Strohl, doesn't break skin. They're so, so gentle with each other that way.
He'll look so good when he's being fucked proper, sweetly sensitive against Strohl's skin — but right now, at least, Strohl can have the satisfaction of watching him ache, his cock starting to drip and dribble arousal over his slim belly, as that tight sweet hole gets softer and softer for Strohl's use. ]
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Strohl groans softly, nosing lightly against Will's throat as Will bares more of it for him. He presses gentle kisses against it, mouth open and eager and dragging gentle teeth against the skin. He's got two fingers inside of Will now, pressing in deep, scissoring him open gently, when he feels Will shake and tense as his fingers brush up against the bundle of nerves inside of him.
He'll just watch him for a long while, pumping those fingers in and out of him and his eyes stay fixed on Will underneath him. Will, as he curls and moans and falls apart from the arousal and sensitivity. Strohl's mouth grows a little dry from want and he leans in to press his mouth to Will's, kissing him gently and deeply as a third, final finger slips inside of Will and he starts to finish his slow preparation. ]
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The clemar's normally calm, placid features have been written over with unbridled lust and an intense possessiveness that borders on fury. There's always a deep passion inside of Strohl, one that bubbles to the surface when it's needed, but it's raging behind his eyes now, as though his sole, single focus is on how he can get Will whimpering with lust beneath him. And he's always been very, very good at accomplishing what he's set his mind on.
The more Strohl's fingers press and stretch Will's hole, the more Will tenses up, arousal coiling low in his belly, making him squeeze his knees around Strohl's waist like some succubus temptation out of the Sanctist Church's worst texts. Cheeks flushed, Will keens even more loudly when Strohl stretches him wide enough to accommodate his thick cock, clapping a hand over his mouth to muffle the sound. ]
Nnh, ah — S-Strohl — I'm so... so close, I...
[ He can feel his own cock dripping eagerly against his own belly. Desperate, Will kisses back against Strohl's warm lips, hot and bothered, desperate for cock. ]
Please, I want... to feel you, please...