[ Impish little thing that he is, Will has, of course, noticed that Strohl is tented in his trousers — wonderfully so. For a long, indulgent moment, he simply ignores it; it's enough, for a time, simply to kiss and be kissed, to sit and enjoy the softness of Strohl's mouth — and other things, like the feeling of his hands on Will's body, and the scent of him, warm and familiar now, still a little hint of fresh outside air clinging to his skin.
But the moment, like all moments, does not last indefinitely. Not least because Will can't keep his hands to himself. He slides his fingers down from Strohl's horns, along his scalp and behind his ears, into the dip where his jaw meets his earlobe. Down his neck, soft sweet skin at odds with Strohl's firm body, and then still lower. Warm chest, smooth shirt fabric, the hem of Strohl's pants and the leather of his belt, down down down until his eager, wandering fingers settle firmly over that bulge between Strohl's legs. ]
You're hard...
[ Not exactly a bad thing, at this point in time. Will's a little hard, too. Not as much as Strohl is, though, which makes him giggle. He leans in to peck Strohl's cheek affectionately, smug as a cat with a secret, as his fingers rub incessantly over the straining fabric. ]
[ Every response to Will's touches gives away that Strohl likes Will's hands on him in turn, any part of him, before Strohl can collect himself enough to answer Will verbally. His breathing is quicker, hot puffs of air against Will's neck, the rise and fall of his chest pressing him into Will's roaming hands on their way downward, and he jolts up, meeting the rhythm of Will's fingers stroking him through his trousers. Squeezing Will's sides, which does little to rein in the urgency driving his movements, the longer this goes on, he manages to gasp out the obvious: ]
From you... I like you—
[ It's all Will and his perfect mouth and tongue. Strohl has a feeling that he'll even think of it when Will eats the pastries that he's brought him... ]
Shall I show you how much?
[ As impatient as he is to have even more of Will, he wants to pull himself together at least a little and make sure that he lasts awhile longer. Meaningfully, his hands give Will's waist another squeeze, wandering to the curve of Will's rear from there to tug Will down against his lap. One palm stays where it is; Strohl's other hand works open the fastenings of Will's leggings, slipping between their bodies once that's done. ]
[ He really shouldn't laugh, but Will can't help it: he laughs, mostly just because Strohl is just so cute like this, jolting and jerking and hovering on the edge, already so aroused, and all because Will is touching him a little, teasing him a little. Will feels like a tyrant, heady with power and drunk off the taste of it. Shouldn't laugh, but Strohl is so irresistible, and he's noticed by now that Strohl likes his little laughs. He wants to see more of this, more of his beautiful nobleman's little jittery reactions; he wants to push Strohl to the point that those hands squeezing his waist lose control, and press down hard enough to bruise.
(Or would he lose control? Can Strohl hold himself together, when it comes to Will? It's intoxicating, to think that his loved might have so much love for him as to be completely unable to harm him, even in the throes of pleasure. Oh, which will it be? The beast in rut, or the aching, wounded lover? Will wants to know. He wants to know so very badly.) ]
Yes, please — oh... ♥
[ Will's body jolts ever so slightly as Strohl holds him by his lower back and reaches between his legs. The motions make the young elda's thighs quiver pleasantly, his expression melting as he leans in for more of Strohl's warm, indulgent kisses. A handsome clemar to kiss and hold, a warm hand on one's cock — how could Will possibly ask for anything more in the moment?
It's easy, when you don't have much, to be satisfied with what you have. It's also easy to constantly want more, more and more and more, such that nothing is ever enough. Which is why Will leans in, whispering low and husky into the shell of Strohl's ear: ]
You know I always want more...
[ He punctuates this remark with a nibble for Strohl's ear, so fleshy and soft and smooth beneath Will's lips that he almost can't bring himself to stop. Feeling impish, Will gives him a little lick — maybe his ears are just as sensitive as his horns...? ]
[ That makes two of them, always wanting more of each other. Strohl groans again, jolts again, all for Will testing his resolve by unleashing that next series of teasing touches on his ear. Really, Will could touch him anywhere to whet his desire for him, but targeting his ears and horns like this is especially devilish. He's still picturing Will's lips and the tip of Will's tongue, cute and pink like that of a kitten, tasting him with little flicks of movement; the sensations seem to connect all of him to each point that connects directly with Will's mouth.
But it's no good if he actually can't hold on until he's tended to Will... Maybe it's a silly sort of pride, when he knows that Will's laughter isn't anything meant to bruise it.
All the same, Strohl turns his head to claim Will's impish mouth in another kiss. The hand palming at Will's member gives it a few firmer strokes, up and down the shaft, before Strohl lifts his hips, his groin against Will's, bringing them together in rocking motions to let Will feel more of exactly what he's been doing to him — and just how much he likes it. Just how much he likes Will so close, absolutely intent on keeping him there for a good while.
They could be closer than this, even. He wants that, too. ]
[ Being as tipsy as he is right now, it takes Will and his slightly addled brain a second to catch on to whatever Strohl is doing that makes him feel so good. The warm, sturdy fingers working at his cock please Will to the point of being where his own teasing mouth and cloying words pushed Strohl — right to the edge of arousal, where desire is at its peak and burning through his loins all the way down to his toes. And, ah, the moan he lets out, the way his whole body jerks as he feels Strohl's warm cock rub up against his own — it's so hefty and warm, so much bigger than his own that the difference makes him, irrationally, salivate...
Maybe Will should have known that all that teasing would niggle at Strohl's pride eventually. It feels almost as if the clemar nobleman has surged forward to take revenge, or launch a counterattack in that strategically-minded way of his. Now Strohl has taken control of his lover's salacious temptations, and Will, giggling and gasping between kisses, is only too happy to surrender. To stay close.
The young elda means to put a few words together to express how wonderful he feels, but Strohl's clever, hot, demanding mouth is on him in the next minute, and suddenly nothing he had to say seems important as long as it means he can feel the slippery-wet slide of Strohl's tongue along the sensitive inside of his mouth every time he parts his lips. Pleasure claims Will's entire body, has him shuddering and jittering. His cock, ruddy and dark and small in Strohl's hand, is leaking, dripping, embarrassingly wet.
[ Good, Will's moans and shudders tell Strohl that he has Will right where he wants him, at least for now. He wants Will to feel nothing but pleasure, and he wants to show him with every kiss and every touch how much he loves him. Keeping his mouth on Will's, their tongues meeting past Will's parted lips, he tastes him over and over again, as if they don't need to breathe air when they have each other.
His fingers hold Will's flushed length against his own, continuing to rub their bodies together while he follows the shape of Will's cock, thumb massaging its glistening head. Each stroke and tug smears more of the fluid welling up there down Will's shaft.
Will must be close, quivering so vigorously. With another few pumps of his hand around Will's arousal, Strohl encourages him to spill over, his other palm steady on the small of Will's back. ]
[ Will spills; he surrenders. He's lost, or maybe he's won; it feels like victory, triumph triumph triumph ringing out in his heart as his body shudders and seizes up and gives in to delicious, addictive orgasm. He comes, strings of white release staining Strohl's fingers, completely boneless, the whole of his weight surrendered to his lover's sturdy hands.
So, so good, and what's even better is how breathless he feels, kissed senseless with Strohl's clever tongue still entwined with his own, sending sweet sensation tingling through his mouth all the way to every nerve ending in his body.
Will feels limp, limp everywhere, spent — and yet, at the same time, he still wants more. As he catches his breath in Strohl's arms, splayed out for his pleasure, he murmurs: ]
I like you so... so much...
[ No, words can't convey the way he feels right now: content, cherished, completely safe. As an elda, in a world this cruel, he's never felt like this anywhere but in Strohl's arms. ]
[ Strohl holds Will closer, secure in his embrace, through the peak of Will's pleasure and beyond. Will trembles in his arms, going slack there, chest still heaving with his breaths, and Strohl runs his hand up Will's back, down again, rubbing it in slow, soothing movements. He wants more himself, nowhere near having his fill of his beloved. The satisfaction of winning Will's bliss is part of that, but he doesn't want to leave it at that, just stroking Will off once and calling it done.
All of him echoes Will's remark: he likes Will so, so much. He wants to keep showing Will that and revel in the knowledge that Will feels the same way.
Humming into Will's ear, flooded with pleasant warmth, Strohl kisses its curve from Will's temple to his earlobe. ]
That's how I feel about you. I wish I didn't have to let go of you at all.
[ Strohl's palm, lingering at the base of Will's spine, presses against Will's back to emphasize his confession. Fortunately, they could stay here in Will's bed together even when they do have to go to sleep. ]
[ How fortunate for Strohl, then, that this isn't enough for Will, either. Perhaps his greedy little lover has the advantage of hormonal youth on his side (though Strohl himself is not that much older) — where another man might pass out after tasting pleasure, Will always seems eager to come again and again and again. He nuzzles into Strohl's neck, feeling comfortable and supported and thoroughly kissed. ]
Then don't let go of me. Hold me close.
[ Will's note of soft encouragement is followed by a wandering hand snaking its way up and down Strohl's body again. Will's fingers wander over his chest, his stomach, his sides, feeling up curves of muscle and smooth hard planes of pale but lightly tanned skin that no one gets to see when Strohl is all buttoned up in his fine white shirt and sensible coat. ]
I don't want to let you go, either.
[ Unsurprisingly, his fingers land on Strohl's cock again — only this time, instead of stroking them through his pants, Will opts instead to extract Strohl's member from its confines, pulling aside his dark trousers and underwear to get at the treasure within. Impishly, his soft, small hands give Strohl a good squeeze. ]
Especially when you feel like this...
[ Always greedy, their Captain. Never settles when he knows he can demand more. ]
[ Trust Will to recover in no time at all! And trust Strohl's body to give away his own greed, as much as he liked just holding his lover close, too. His cock twitches between Will's warm palms, undeniably still hard, aching all the more by this point; his hips jerk with the squeeze of Will's fingers around his length. Right, when he feels like this, near the edge, not quite there yet... ]
Will...
[ The name is a sigh of relief, gratitude for Will's touch. It's just enough pressure to seem a promise of still more, so tantalizingly close, but he really doesn't want to buck into Will's hands in some desperate hurry and instantly spill all over everything. He can wait longer than this, make it good for them both. They don't have to let go of each other. ]
Then... May I have you?
[ Though it's phrased like a request, it's an announcement in truth, making Will a promise of his own. Strohl's hands, tracing a path down to Will's thighs, already pull at the fabric encasing Will's legs. He shifts against Will, lifting him so that he can lower him onto the mattress to rest on his back there. ]
[ Trust Strohl to crave more than just a bit of mutual petting...
He's clearly aching — hard and engorged to the point of being fit to burst — but it's clear from his face, from his voice and the tension in his limbs and the way he's repositioning their bodies now, that he wants more than just Will's hands on him and that teasing, cajoling mouth whispering sweet nothings into his sensitive ears. He wants Will on his back, hips slightly lifted, tight trousers removed. He wants to watch the way Will's eyes lid slightly as the fabric is pulled off his thighs and knees and calves, discarded to the floor.
Will doesn't mind letting him have all of these things, because he wants them just as fervently, and with just as much zeal. Strohl looks good above him, with his soft fluffy sandy-blond hair falling forward into his eyes. ]
You can have me every way you want. Any way you want.
[ There is something very intoxicating about the way that Strohl repositions him. Gently, but with ease, as though Will weighs nothing at all in his hands. ]
...You're so cute when you're hungry.
[ "Hungry" is perhaps not the right word for it — ]
[ At that, a breathless laugh leaves Strohl's lips. Honestly, even if Will might be teasing him again, comparing how he feels right now to hunger makes perfect sense. He's ravenous, really, but holding himself together is worth it, letting him drink Will in from above as he lays Will out on the bed and bares his legs all the way. It's like a dream made real every time. Will is his, beautiful and warm and inviting. ]
We'd be here all night... Longer, even.
[ All right, they will be tired eventually, and they'll have to clean themselves up and sleep at some point, but it's a comfort to know that they'll have future nights together, plenty to have Will every way and any way he wants. Right now, they have tonight, and Will's skin is soft against Strohl's palms.
Strohl draws back for no more than a quick moment, just to fetch a waiting bottle of oil and coat his fingers in the stuff. No matter what, he won't rush it and hurt Will. Touching him like this is another part of being close, anyway, and he likes it, likes making sure to ready Will to take him with care. Leaning over Will, supporting Will's raised hips, he rubs at Will's opening to loosen. ]
[ Will braces himself for Strohl's touch, but it always comes more gently than he expects. Which isn't to say that he expects barbarism from his beloved, or anything like that — it's just that Strohl is so loving, so careful, that it surpasses Will's own expectations for himself.
Sweetly, lovingly, Strohl's fingers breach him. By now, this isn't the first time that they have done so, and so Will knows how it will feel; he manages to stay warm and relaxed and loose. Or he does for the most part, at least — but even he can't help himself from tensing, squeezing down on Strohl's fingers with shameless and unabashed greed, as those gorgeous fingertips brush past his most sensitive core, the part of him that he wants Strohl's cock rocking against... ]
Strohl, I... mmm...
[ Ah... but it is a bit strange to be calling him by that name when they're doing something so intimate, isn't it? Will blushes sweetly, looking at where Strohl's fingers are between his legs, and then he mumbles, eyes averted and terribly pretty for it: ]
[ Strohl likes this, too, watching Will while he touches him, hearing Will say his name. No, he'll never have his fill of every moment together, and he doesn't want to miss a single movement or sound that Will makes. Leon takes on a special meaning in Will's mouth; he's sure to utter it again and again soon. Strohl's breath catches, his senses expectant. ]
You're always so beautiful...
[ Said softly, full of reverence, the remark accompanies a caress for Will's hip, meant to soothe him when he clenches tight around Strohl's fingers stretching him. Strohl presses past it, against each familiar spot to retrace, withdrawing that hand once Will is comfortably pliant for a more hurried pass of his palm along his own member to leave it gleaming with oil. Before anything else, he dips down to kiss Will, a tender brush of their lips. His hands hold Will's thighs against himself, steadying the both of them. A little closer, and they're lined up just right, almost there.
Another sigh, sheer unbridled relief, escapes from Strohl as soon as he enters Will at last, as if they were apart for far too long. It's an easy glide of their bodies meeting until he's hilted deep, Will's warmth surrounding him; as always, it feels incredible to be even closer, fitting together so perfectly in one more way. For a mercy, he doesn't tumble over the edge that very second, though a shudder runs through him.
Not yet. Between Will's legs, Strohl rolls his hips, in search of that place inside Will that he knows to find. He listens for his beloved's sweet moans. ]
[ Beautiful? Is he? It's funny: Will knows full well that he's cute, maybe even pretty — but beautiful? Beautiful seems a word better suited for Strohl himself, the way his handsome features look right now: long lashes drawn out over his cheeks where he's looking down at Will's body, eyes dark with concentration, a solemn nobility to the long slope of his nose and the soft curve of his lips.
Then those handsome features that Will's looking at come closer for a kiss, and Will loses himself in it. He moans into the kiss, relaxing instantly, in the way that Strohl's kisses always make him melt. His body loosens the more he loses himself in the sensation of Strohl's lips against his own, and then Strohl's pushing in, deeper, fitting perfectly, hilting so well.
Making the sweetest of all possible sounds, Will lets out a breath, tipping his head back as he feels his body reflexively squeeze down on the cock it's been craving so badly. It's almost as if he doesn't want Strohl to pull out, wants to pull him in, deeper, make him shudder even more.
His arms slide up over Strohl's back, encouraging, and covetous of his warmth. ]
You're so deep... [ His voice is breathy, worshipful. ] So big...
[ His hand comes to a stop over Strohl's cheek, caressing it as he urges his own hips slightly forward and back, pulling Strohl out and then in again. ]
[ Will gets what he wants: shuddering anew, Strohl plunges deeper, rocking into the heady heat of Will's lovely, welcoming body. He can't keep himself from squeezing Will's thighs in unison with Will's movements as his thrusts come faster, just as covetous of Will, eager to stay as close as he possibly can. His cock throbs against the fresh bursts of friction of skin on skin whenever Will's insides tighten around him.
He really won't last much longer now, what with Will helping him along, but he's stubbornly trying to draw it out while there's so much of each other to feel and lose themselves in together. ]
Well, I'd say that's because you can't see yourself.
[ Strohl breathes out a chuckle, fondly, a little bashful. He's not protesting, exactly, considering that there's always a thrill in knowing that Will likes what he sees and feels, but he wishes that he could show Will just what he means.
Wrapped in Will, filling him up with everything that he has for Will alone, he's treated to the best view of it. Every arch of Will's back, the way his soft lips part and his eyes lid, the slender lines of his neck... All of Will is so beautiful. ]
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But the moment, like all moments, does not last indefinitely. Not least because Will can't keep his hands to himself. He slides his fingers down from Strohl's horns, along his scalp and behind his ears, into the dip where his jaw meets his earlobe. Down his neck, soft sweet skin at odds with Strohl's firm body, and then still lower. Warm chest, smooth shirt fabric, the hem of Strohl's pants and the leather of his belt, down down down until his eager, wandering fingers settle firmly over that bulge between Strohl's legs. ]
You're hard...
[ Not exactly a bad thing, at this point in time. Will's a little hard, too. Not as much as Strohl is, though, which makes him giggle. He leans in to peck Strohl's cheek affectionately, smug as a cat with a secret, as his fingers rub incessantly over the straining fabric. ]
You like getting horn kisses, huh...?
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From you... I like you—
[ It's all Will and his perfect mouth and tongue. Strohl has a feeling that he'll even think of it when Will eats the pastries that he's brought him... ]
Shall I show you how much?
[ As impatient as he is to have even more of Will, he wants to pull himself together at least a little and make sure that he lasts awhile longer. Meaningfully, his hands give Will's waist another squeeze, wandering to the curve of Will's rear from there to tug Will down against his lap. One palm stays where it is; Strohl's other hand works open the fastenings of Will's leggings, slipping between their bodies once that's done. ]
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(Or would he lose control? Can Strohl hold himself together, when it comes to Will? It's intoxicating, to think that his loved might have so much love for him as to be completely unable to harm him, even in the throes of pleasure. Oh, which will it be? The beast in rut, or the aching, wounded lover? Will wants to know. He wants to know so very badly.) ]
Yes, please — oh... ♥
[ Will's body jolts ever so slightly as Strohl holds him by his lower back and reaches between his legs. The motions make the young elda's thighs quiver pleasantly, his expression melting as he leans in for more of Strohl's warm, indulgent kisses. A handsome clemar to kiss and hold, a warm hand on one's cock — how could Will possibly ask for anything more in the moment?
It's easy, when you don't have much, to be satisfied with what you have. It's also easy to constantly want more, more and more and more, such that nothing is ever enough. Which is why Will leans in, whispering low and husky into the shell of Strohl's ear: ]
You know I always want more...
[ He punctuates this remark with a nibble for Strohl's ear, so fleshy and soft and smooth beneath Will's lips that he almost can't bring himself to stop. Feeling impish, Will gives him a little lick — maybe his ears are just as sensitive as his horns...? ]
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But it's no good if he actually can't hold on until he's tended to Will... Maybe it's a silly sort of pride, when he knows that Will's laughter isn't anything meant to bruise it.
All the same, Strohl turns his head to claim Will's impish mouth in another kiss. The hand palming at Will's member gives it a few firmer strokes, up and down the shaft, before Strohl lifts his hips, his groin against Will's, bringing them together in rocking motions to let Will feel more of exactly what he's been doing to him — and just how much he likes it. Just how much he likes Will so close, absolutely intent on keeping him there for a good while.
They could be closer than this, even. He wants that, too. ]
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[ Being as tipsy as he is right now, it takes Will and his slightly addled brain a second to catch on to whatever Strohl is doing that makes him feel so good. The warm, sturdy fingers working at his cock please Will to the point of being where his own teasing mouth and cloying words pushed Strohl — right to the edge of arousal, where desire is at its peak and burning through his loins all the way down to his toes. And, ah, the moan he lets out, the way his whole body jerks as he feels Strohl's warm cock rub up against his own — it's so hefty and warm, so much bigger than his own that the difference makes him, irrationally, salivate...
Maybe Will should have known that all that teasing would niggle at Strohl's pride eventually. It feels almost as if the clemar nobleman has surged forward to take revenge, or launch a counterattack in that strategically-minded way of his. Now Strohl has taken control of his lover's salacious temptations, and Will, giggling and gasping between kisses, is only too happy to surrender. To stay close.
The young elda means to put a few words together to express how wonderful he feels, but Strohl's clever, hot, demanding mouth is on him in the next minute, and suddenly nothing he had to say seems important as long as it means he can feel the slippery-wet slide of Strohl's tongue along the sensitive inside of his mouth every time he parts his lips. Pleasure claims Will's entire body, has him shuddering and jittering. His cock, ruddy and dark and small in Strohl's hand, is leaking, dripping, embarrassingly wet.
A moan claims him. He must be close — ]
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His fingers hold Will's flushed length against his own, continuing to rub their bodies together while he follows the shape of Will's cock, thumb massaging its glistening head. Each stroke and tug smears more of the fluid welling up there down Will's shaft.
Will must be close, quivering so vigorously. With another few pumps of his hand around Will's arousal, Strohl encourages him to spill over, his other palm steady on the small of Will's back. ]
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So, so good, and what's even better is how breathless he feels, kissed senseless with Strohl's clever tongue still entwined with his own, sending sweet sensation tingling through his mouth all the way to every nerve ending in his body.
Will feels limp, limp everywhere, spent — and yet, at the same time, he still wants more. As he catches his breath in Strohl's arms, splayed out for his pleasure, he murmurs: ]
I like you so... so much...
[ No, words can't convey the way he feels right now: content, cherished, completely safe. As an elda, in a world this cruel, he's never felt like this anywhere but in Strohl's arms. ]
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All of him echoes Will's remark: he likes Will so, so much. He wants to keep showing Will that and revel in the knowledge that Will feels the same way.
Humming into Will's ear, flooded with pleasant warmth, Strohl kisses its curve from Will's temple to his earlobe. ]
That's how I feel about you. I wish I didn't have to let go of you at all.
[ Strohl's palm, lingering at the base of Will's spine, presses against Will's back to emphasize his confession. Fortunately, they could stay here in Will's bed together even when they do have to go to sleep. ]
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Then don't let go of me. Hold me close.
[ Will's note of soft encouragement is followed by a wandering hand snaking its way up and down Strohl's body again. Will's fingers wander over his chest, his stomach, his sides, feeling up curves of muscle and smooth hard planes of pale but lightly tanned skin that no one gets to see when Strohl is all buttoned up in his fine white shirt and sensible coat. ]
I don't want to let you go, either.
[ Unsurprisingly, his fingers land on Strohl's cock again — only this time, instead of stroking them through his pants, Will opts instead to extract Strohl's member from its confines, pulling aside his dark trousers and underwear to get at the treasure within. Impishly, his soft, small hands give Strohl a good squeeze. ]
Especially when you feel like this...
[ Always greedy, their Captain. Never settles when he knows he can demand more. ]
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Will...
[ The name is a sigh of relief, gratitude for Will's touch. It's just enough pressure to seem a promise of still more, so tantalizingly close, but he really doesn't want to buck into Will's hands in some desperate hurry and instantly spill all over everything. He can wait longer than this, make it good for them both. They don't have to let go of each other. ]
Then... May I have you?
[ Though it's phrased like a request, it's an announcement in truth, making Will a promise of his own. Strohl's hands, tracing a path down to Will's thighs, already pull at the fabric encasing Will's legs. He shifts against Will, lifting him so that he can lower him onto the mattress to rest on his back there. ]
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He's clearly aching — hard and engorged to the point of being fit to burst — but it's clear from his face, from his voice and the tension in his limbs and the way he's repositioning their bodies now, that he wants more than just Will's hands on him and that teasing, cajoling mouth whispering sweet nothings into his sensitive ears. He wants Will on his back, hips slightly lifted, tight trousers removed. He wants to watch the way Will's eyes lid slightly as the fabric is pulled off his thighs and knees and calves, discarded to the floor.
Will doesn't mind letting him have all of these things, because he wants them just as fervently, and with just as much zeal. Strohl looks good above him, with his soft fluffy sandy-blond hair falling forward into his eyes. ]
You can have me every way you want. Any way you want.
[ There is something very intoxicating about the way that Strohl repositions him. Gently, but with ease, as though Will weighs nothing at all in his hands. ]
...You're so cute when you're hungry.
[ "Hungry" is perhaps not the right word for it — ]
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We'd be here all night... Longer, even.
[ All right, they will be tired eventually, and they'll have to clean themselves up and sleep at some point, but it's a comfort to know that they'll have future nights together, plenty to have Will every way and any way he wants. Right now, they have tonight, and Will's skin is soft against Strohl's palms.
Strohl draws back for no more than a quick moment, just to fetch a waiting bottle of oil and coat his fingers in the stuff. No matter what, he won't rush it and hurt Will. Touching him like this is another part of being close, anyway, and he likes it, likes making sure to ready Will to take him with care. Leaning over Will, supporting Will's raised hips, he rubs at Will's opening to loosen. ]
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Sweetly, lovingly, Strohl's fingers breach him. By now, this isn't the first time that they have done so, and so Will knows how it will feel; he manages to stay warm and relaxed and loose. Or he does for the most part, at least — but even he can't help himself from tensing, squeezing down on Strohl's fingers with shameless and unabashed greed, as those gorgeous fingertips brush past his most sensitive core, the part of him that he wants Strohl's cock rocking against... ]
Strohl, I... mmm...
[ Ah... but it is a bit strange to be calling him by that name when they're doing something so intimate, isn't it? Will blushes sweetly, looking at where Strohl's fingers are between his legs, and then he mumbles, eyes averted and terribly pretty for it: ]
...L-Leon...
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You're always so beautiful...
[ Said softly, full of reverence, the remark accompanies a caress for Will's hip, meant to soothe him when he clenches tight around Strohl's fingers stretching him. Strohl presses past it, against each familiar spot to retrace, withdrawing that hand once Will is comfortably pliant for a more hurried pass of his palm along his own member to leave it gleaming with oil. Before anything else, he dips down to kiss Will, a tender brush of their lips. His hands hold Will's thighs against himself, steadying the both of them. A little closer, and they're lined up just right, almost there.
Another sigh, sheer unbridled relief, escapes from Strohl as soon as he enters Will at last, as if they were apart for far too long. It's an easy glide of their bodies meeting until he's hilted deep, Will's warmth surrounding him; as always, it feels incredible to be even closer, fitting together so perfectly in one more way. For a mercy, he doesn't tumble over the edge that very second, though a shudder runs through him.
Not yet. Between Will's legs, Strohl rolls his hips, in search of that place inside Will that he knows to find. He listens for his beloved's sweet moans. ]
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Then those handsome features that Will's looking at come closer for a kiss, and Will loses himself in it. He moans into the kiss, relaxing instantly, in the way that Strohl's kisses always make him melt. His body loosens the more he loses himself in the sensation of Strohl's lips against his own, and then Strohl's pushing in, deeper, fitting perfectly, hilting so well.
Making the sweetest of all possible sounds, Will lets out a breath, tipping his head back as he feels his body reflexively squeeze down on the cock it's been craving so badly. It's almost as if he doesn't want Strohl to pull out, wants to pull him in, deeper, make him shudder even more.
His arms slide up over Strohl's back, encouraging, and covetous of his warmth. ]
You're so deep... [ His voice is breathy, worshipful. ] So big...
[ His hand comes to a stop over Strohl's cheek, caressing it as he urges his own hips slightly forward and back, pulling Strohl out and then in again. ]
I think that you're the beautiful one.
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He really won't last much longer now, what with Will helping him along, but he's stubbornly trying to draw it out while there's so much of each other to feel and lose themselves in together. ]
Well, I'd say that's because you can't see yourself.
[ Strohl breathes out a chuckle, fondly, a little bashful. He's not protesting, exactly, considering that there's always a thrill in knowing that Will likes what he sees and feels, but he wishes that he could show Will just what he means.
Wrapped in Will, filling him up with everything that he has for Will alone, he's treated to the best view of it. Every arch of Will's back, the way his soft lips part and his eyes lid, the slender lines of his neck... All of Will is so beautiful. ]