[ 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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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...