[ 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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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...