[ 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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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...