[ The way Will's toes curl like that is really cute... It probably shouldn't be so easy to picture him as a fluffy kitten with plush little paw pads, but somehow it's far too easy to do just that! Just like the mental image of him collecting acorns...
It's good to feel Will relax more and more, even if he seems surprised that his feet are the focus of the massage now. The bath has left his skin softer, nice and warm. Strohl's fingers move from toe to toe, rubbing each one between them, his touch lighter wherever he notices the reddened areas of Will's skin. ]
Especially here.
[ Strohl doesn't stop, though he briefly lifts his gaze to look at all of Will. After each toe is massaged, the rest of Will's foot receives the same tender attention from end to end before it's his other foot's turn. ]
Your feet have to work hard every day, right?
[ Will hasn't complained, but they must have hurt. ]
[ So Will protests, and that may be true — but then, their captain does do a little more walking every day, doesn't he? When their runner arrives in town and the others get to rest, Will's usually up and about running around the cities of Euchronia, buying supplies for their adventures and picking up new requests from the populace.
He'd never complain — he loves doing it — but this, this is... this makes everything feel so worth its while...
Strohl rubs right through Will's tension, rubbing him into perfect relaxation. Soon, Will's legs are limp in Strohl's lap, his kittenish paw pads well and truly relaxed beneath the clemar's diligent fingers. All of his usually squirrelish energy has apparently left him and found solace in his pillow. This, too, is cute... ]
[ Fair enough, they all work hard, and so do their feet, but it's no exaggeration that Will's are almost constantly on the move! Even when they aren't on the road or venturing into perilous places, he's often talking to the people around town or visiting market stalls and shops. Knowing that makes it a real triumph to have him lying still here, melting into the bedding in contentment.
Satisfied that he hasn't missed a single spot, Strohl lets Will's right foot stay pillowed upon his lap, fully massaged, and takes the left between his hands. Again, he starts by kneading the sole of Will's foot before his touch concentrates on each toe for a while. ]
Good. I do want to leave you feeling properly spoiled by the end, after all.
[ Strohl murmurs his reply, eyes lowered while he resists glancing up from his task and at Will once more for now. He might be running out of places to massage, but he'd like to keep going, draw out Will's pleasure. He wouldn't mind doing this until Will falls asleep, actually — it'd be a shame to disturb him when he looks so comfortable. Just holding him in his cozy nest then would be nice, too. ]
[ When Will's habit of curling his toes (he's a little ticklish) has been worked right through and both of his feet lay perfectly relaxed in Strohl's lap, the young elda sighs contentedly, burying his face fully in Strohl's sweet-smelling pillow, and makes a soft sound of assent. Oh, he feels properly spoiled, well and truly spoiled. If he has one remaining wish, it's that he couldn't give Strohl this same pleasure, but perhaps he will another night.
He's not quite fully asleep just yet, but he seems about halfway there. His neck, his shoulders, his arms, his legs, his feet — all of these things have been tended to, and he feels happily pliant, like some strange gelatinous creature out of the depths. (He does have a knack for running into those.)
He moves his cheek a little on the pillow, shifting his limbs just slightly. Ah... maybe he wants his beloved to join him? Or just continue rubbing him into a boneless mess — that's an option, too. ]
...St'hl...
[ Ah. Well, if nothing else, he still knows how to call his beloved Strohl's name. ]
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It's good to feel Will relax more and more, even if he seems surprised that his feet are the focus of the massage now. The bath has left his skin softer, nice and warm. Strohl's fingers move from toe to toe, rubbing each one between them, his touch lighter wherever he notices the reddened areas of Will's skin. ]
Especially here.
[ Strohl doesn't stop, though he briefly lifts his gaze to look at all of Will. After each toe is massaged, the rest of Will's foot receives the same tender attention from end to end before it's his other foot's turn. ]
Your feet have to work hard every day, right?
[ Will hasn't complained, but they must have hurt. ]
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[ So Will protests, and that may be true — but then, their captain does do a little more walking every day, doesn't he? When their runner arrives in town and the others get to rest, Will's usually up and about running around the cities of Euchronia, buying supplies for their adventures and picking up new requests from the populace.
He'd never complain — he loves doing it — but this, this is... this makes everything feel so worth its while...
Strohl rubs right through Will's tension, rubbing him into perfect relaxation. Soon, Will's legs are limp in Strohl's lap, his kittenish paw pads well and truly relaxed beneath the clemar's diligent fingers. All of his usually squirrelish energy has apparently left him and found solace in his pillow. This, too, is cute... ]
Oooooh... that feels good...
[ He seems really happy... ]
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Satisfied that he hasn't missed a single spot, Strohl lets Will's right foot stay pillowed upon his lap, fully massaged, and takes the left between his hands. Again, he starts by kneading the sole of Will's foot before his touch concentrates on each toe for a while. ]
Good. I do want to leave you feeling properly spoiled by the end, after all.
[ Strohl murmurs his reply, eyes lowered while he resists glancing up from his task and at Will once more for now. He might be running out of places to massage, but he'd like to keep going, draw out Will's pleasure. He wouldn't mind doing this until Will falls asleep, actually — it'd be a shame to disturb him when he looks so comfortable. Just holding him in his cozy nest then would be nice, too. ]
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He's not quite fully asleep just yet, but he seems about halfway there. His neck, his shoulders, his arms, his legs, his feet — all of these things have been tended to, and he feels happily pliant, like some strange gelatinous creature out of the depths. (He does have a knack for running into those.)
He moves his cheek a little on the pillow, shifting his limbs just slightly. Ah... maybe he wants his beloved to join him? Or just continue rubbing him into a boneless mess — that's an option, too. ]
...St'hl...
[ Ah. Well, if nothing else, he still knows how to call his beloved Strohl's name. ]