[ 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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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. ]