[ 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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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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