[ Overwhelming. Just so overwhelming, really. The aftershocks of pleasure are still tingling through Will's body, even as the knowledge that he now carries Louis Guiabern's seed both pleases and repulses him in a strange way. What has he done? How is he supposed to explain this to anyone, if indeed he ever has to explain it at all?
He doesn't want to. Wants to die with this as a secret between the both of them. And yet, even as he thinks this, he adores the way Louis is treating him, carefully gentle, like he's something precious. The hand that swipes up cum from over his belly is brisk and efficient, but curious, too. Lingering.
Maybe Will can delude himself — ]
It was... so good...
[ He wants more than this, craves it. Needs some kind of proof of deeper connection in the moment, because if there isn't one then he's only let himself be used for pleasure, and then what would that make him? Shyly, tentatively, with a sweetly unsure air about him that contrasts against the monstrous appetite he just demonstrated, Will noses into Louis's space again, and kisses him. Gently, he takes Louis's face in both hands to facilitate their joining. His chin is still wet with Louis's saliva; he has Louis's sweat on him, Louis's cum.
Will feels thoroughly marked — but even so. One more kiss, and one last kiss. He needs it. ]
[ there is a fascination with Will's body beyond just attraction, where Louis' gaze traces the intricacies of his body as if he's somehow burning the shape into his memories. Louis looks at him like that sometimes, too, with a mixture of hunger and fascination.
later, perhaps, it'll be more apparent, that there was a kinship that he felt, as if he were desperately reaching out to someone else, not just an elda, but an elda who felt the same way he did. in a world where they buried themselves and refused to surface, there was someone else who had a thirst for adventure, and wanted to leave the world behind better than the they found it.
Will's hands frame his face, and he doesn't protest. allows him to pull him in for another – one last – kiss. with a hand on the desk, he leans into him, not chaste nor desperate, but sealed like a promise. for how long, he allows Will to decide that for himself.
of course, the world will continue to turn after this. Will returning to his friends, and Louis plotting and against the political power of the church. the thought that Will could divulge their tryst to his friends had crossed his mind, but he believes Will too earnest for it. perhaps that he will have to explain his own feelings about Louis to them, as Louis would have to explain his own feelings about Will to anyone he told. it was better to not mention it; he liked the recklessness of this little secret, and the way it threatened to undo them both.
when the kiss is broken, and Will gets himself together to leave, Louis seats himself at his desk again as if they hadn't been sprawled all over it not moments again. he tilts his head with a smug little smile as Will takes the door handle. ]
If you are so inclined, I will call for you when the tailor has completed the work. You'll need to be fitted for any errors.
[ not only is he still sending for them, but he still remembers Will's measurements. oh, and he seems rather keen on doing this again. ]
[ He's been called a dirty elda, a filthy creature of sin, but Will has never felt more sullied than when he's pulling his clothes on, desperately trying to ignore how satisfied he feels, low in the pit of his belly where arousal once sat. How is he supposed to feel about this in the future? What will happen if he wakes up tomorrow and craves the feeling of Louis's body inside of his again? His cheeks flush once more as he thinks about it. He can't even pull his coat up over his arms without remembering how Louis's hands felt against them, cradling his body, fucking deep and hard into him with reckless abandon.
Then he takes the door handle, and Louis says that, and Will — Will falters. Yet again. Maybe it's because he has yet to figure out what he expects from himself. ]
...I understand. I'll... I'll return when you call for me, Lord Louis.
[ He can't say the words without stumbling on them, but the truth is —
The truth is that he's eager to do it again, too. The truth is that he's not certain he won't be mewling at Louis's door before long, desperate for one more kiss, one more touch.
(He doesn't make it until Louis's next summons. Will makes up a pretense to sneak into Louis's office not two days afterward.) ]
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He doesn't want to. Wants to die with this as a secret between the both of them. And yet, even as he thinks this, he adores the way Louis is treating him, carefully gentle, like he's something precious. The hand that swipes up cum from over his belly is brisk and efficient, but curious, too. Lingering.
Maybe Will can delude himself — ]
It was... so good...
[ He wants more than this, craves it. Needs some kind of proof of deeper connection in the moment, because if there isn't one then he's only let himself be used for pleasure, and then what would that make him? Shyly, tentatively, with a sweetly unsure air about him that contrasts against the monstrous appetite he just demonstrated, Will noses into Louis's space again, and kisses him. Gently, he takes Louis's face in both hands to facilitate their joining. His chin is still wet with Louis's saliva; he has Louis's sweat on him, Louis's cum.
Will feels thoroughly marked — but even so. One more kiss, and one last kiss. He needs it. ]
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later, perhaps, it'll be more apparent, that there was a kinship that he felt, as if he were desperately reaching out to someone else, not just an elda, but an elda who felt the same way he did. in a world where they buried themselves and refused to surface, there was someone else who had a thirst for adventure, and wanted to leave the world behind better than the they found it.
Will's hands frame his face, and he doesn't protest. allows him to pull him in for another – one last – kiss. with a hand on the desk, he leans into him, not chaste nor desperate, but sealed like a promise. for how long, he allows Will to decide that for himself.
of course, the world will continue to turn after this. Will returning to his friends, and Louis plotting and against the political power of the church. the thought that Will could divulge their tryst to his friends had crossed his mind, but he believes Will too earnest for it. perhaps that he will have to explain his own feelings about Louis to them, as Louis would have to explain his own feelings about Will to anyone he told. it was better to not mention it; he liked the recklessness of this little secret, and the way it threatened to undo them both.
when the kiss is broken, and Will gets himself together to leave, Louis seats himself at his desk again as if they hadn't been sprawled all over it not moments again. he tilts his head with a smug little smile as Will takes the door handle. ]
If you are so inclined, I will call for you when the tailor has completed the work. You'll need to be fitted for any errors.
[ not only is he still sending for them, but he still remembers Will's measurements. oh, and he seems rather keen on doing this again. ]
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Then he takes the door handle, and Louis says that, and Will — Will falters. Yet again. Maybe it's because he has yet to figure out what he expects from himself. ]
...I understand. I'll... I'll return when you call for me, Lord Louis.
[ He can't say the words without stumbling on them, but the truth is —
The truth is that he's eager to do it again, too. The truth is that he's not certain he won't be mewling at Louis's door before long, desperate for one more kiss, one more touch.
(He doesn't make it until Louis's next summons. Will makes up a pretense to sneak into Louis's office not two days afterward.) ]
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