[ does strohl know all the little things he does that makes will's heart feel soft and fond? do they both feel that way about each other, giddy and covetous of the other's presence, desperate to touch in little ways, clapped shoulders, held hands? but those little moments of touch aren't enough anymore, especially not for an inebriated will, who just wants to curl up in strohl's lap and cover him in kisses for the rest of the night. ]
Is it only your face I get to kiss? I want to kiss you in other places, too.
[ Especially right now, boldly declaring his every intention. It has Strohl's heartbeat drumming a rapid, excited rhythm in anticipation. Sometimes, he's caught himself looking at Will, noticing the shape of his mouth and more, sending his thoughts wandering down trails that he didn't think he should follow in earnest. But he has wondered how it might feel. The mere thought of Will's lips against his own, moving onward from there, finding other places to kiss, as many as he likes... ]
Will you tell me where? Or show me. A kiss for each kiss sounds fair.
[ At this rate, it's going to be hard for Strohl to keep up his end of the conversation, too, given how distracting a picture Will has been sketching out for him. All that's missing is Will really there, warm lips brushing against his skin, nimble fingers taking his horns between them. ]
I'd let you. All of it, without stopping for too long.
Looks like we'll just have to take turns kissing each other. Right?
[ He's sorely tempted to run the rest of the way through the streets back to the inn, in fact, and his steps quicken, in part because he doesn't want to keep Will waiting, least of all in Will's excitement, and in part because he's growing rather impatient to make it to their room himself. "Almost there" takes him past a few more corners to round and stairs to cross before he arrives at the doors, and then he has a little longer to wait, if he plans to bring Will a pitcher of water while he's at it.
With that in hand — and a small surprise successfully procured and hidden to present to his friend in the morning over breakfast — Strohl reaches the room at long last. The door creaks open. ]
Still awake?
[ Nudging the door shut behind him, moving to set the pitcher of water aside, Strohl keeps his head turned toward Will's bed, and Will himself. The question is meant in jest — the answer is right there for him to see with his own eyes.
[ Will's still a little drunk by the time Strohl comes back to their inn room. The flip side of his being slightly drunk is that this also means he's sobered up considerably.
He's been lolling on his stomach in the bed, legs swung up in the air behind him, rubbing his bare feet against each other — the nights get a little cold sometimes — but the moment he hears Strohl come in, he rolls onto his back to see Strohl better. Smiles where he's laid out like a vision against the pillow, and then he struggles to sit up. The motion has him swaying a little where he's seated on the mattress, but he doesn't struggle too much with it, at least; he has, by now, gotten the worst of his silliness out of him. ]
Yes, I'm awake. I couldn't sleep without you.
[ He has a pitcher of water in hand... why? Does he want Will to drink more? As a first-time drinker with little knowledge in such matters, Will can't piece together why Strohl has brought him water, but he reaches for the glass near his bedside drawer to make use of what his friend and lover has brought him. ]
Strohl...
[ He seems to be saying Strohl's name just for the sake of saying Strohl's name. Inexplicably amused, he giggles. ]
[ Will really makes for a cute sight as he is, from head to toe. Strohl lets himself enjoy it for a moment, gaze roving over Will's small form on the bed, drawn to the movement of Will's slim legs. Even his feet are cute, as strange as uttering that aloud would definitely be. And then, in yet another cute display, Will rolls over, smiles while his hair fans out against the pillow— ]
Ah, hey—
[ The instant that Will wobbles upon sitting up, Strohl springs forward to steady him, which might be a bit excessive, since Will isn't near toppling out of bed at all, sober enough to handle staying upright on his own. Strohl has his palms on Will's shoulders nonetheless, one arm wrapped around him scant seconds later. Well, now that he's here, finally at Will's side, he might as well take a seat and get closer to kiss him, right?
A chuckle leaves him first, fond, as if Will's amusement is contagious. Leaning in, impossibly charmed, soaring on an updraft of giddiness for it, he seizes the opening to press his lips to the shell of Will's ear. ]
Let me fill that glass for you. And after that...
[ After that, he'll make good on taking turns with Will until they've kissed each other everywhere. ]
[ Even slightly inebriated, it's nice to get caught up in Strohl's flow, and their mutual appetites. Will lets Strohl kiss his nose, his cheek, his ears, his chin; he, in turn, kisses Strohl's brow, his temples, the crown of his head, the tips and curves of his horns.
It's a wonderful thing, to enjoy the heady intoxication of being held by Strohl's arms. Will closes his eyes and drowns happily in each kiss, letting Strohl's bigger hands smooth out the slim dip of his waist. Happiness blooms like a flower in the pit of his belly, spreading outward through his fingertips. He wonders if their lovey-dovey feelings affect the magla in the air. ]
Mmm... more?
[ Will should really drink his water, but it's as though he can't be peeled away from Strohl's horns. He kisses them over and over, feeling up every twist and turn with his lips. Even gives one a daring little lick for good measure.
Even if Strohl can't quite feel these warm, wet sensations at their ends, he'll be able to feel it well enough if Will massages the base where they're connected to his scalp, right...? ]
[ More... They did agree that a kiss for each kiss is fair, and there's so much of Will yet to be kissed — over and over, too. Only, Will's attention focused on Strohl's horns is itself a source of heady intoxication, filling Strohl's mind to the brim with fresh images of Will's pretty mouth busy with its kisses, Will's fingers rubbing his horns from tip to base. It doesn't matter that the pleasurable sensations are concentrated around his scalp, nor that he can't exactly watch Will throughout, not when his imagination has held on to every detail of Will's features and his mannerisms. It's more than enough for it to turn anticipation into full-blown arousal.
Will doesn't even need to touch him anywhere but his horns... With an escaping groan, vocal appreciation, Strohl tilts his head into Will's caresses, relishing the way the tingling travels from his scalp down his spine. His own hands don't stay still, eager to feel along Will's body, across every contour of it beneath his palms. Will fits against them so well, his fingers tell him.
His mouth seeks more of Will, trailing kisses wherever his lips find soft, warm skin, breathing pleased sounds into the contact. Hands drifting to Will's waist again, he draws Will closer until he has him seated in his lap. ]
[ There's always something very satisfying about doing this. Something innately pleasurable —something that goes beyond the warm feelings in their bodies, and the pleasant tingle of Strohl's touch against his skin. Will just likes this, hearing Strohl groan appreciatively for his little kisses and licks, making soft pleased breathy noises, turning his arousal up up up into the kind of roaring flame that crackles as it burns. The victory of knowing that he's won Strohl's pleasure is almost more thrilling than feeling his own.
So he continues to kiss, continues to suck and slurp and lick around the maddeningly appetizing curves of Strohl's horns. (Why do they look so appetizing, anyway? Will absolutely adores their shape — Strohl's little curved horns remind him, a little maddeningly, of some croissant-like pastries he once saw in the streets of Grand Trad.) He lets Strohl rest his hands on his waist, pull him properly into his lap. Will switches over to kissing Strohl's lips once he's in the young man's lap; it's easier to taste, now, the slightly fruity, impossibly sugary taste of the specially-brewed sweet beer that Fabienne let him have and which has gotten him into this sweetly inebriated state. Small wonder Will got drunk, if what the mistress of the house gave him was so delicious. ]
Mm, nn...
[ He makes the softest, sweetest sounds. He just keeps kissing, like he's hooked on Strohl's warm breath, drunk on the taste of him and how soft his lips are. It's pleasurably sinful, the way their bodies slot together. He's so happily drunk that he doesn't even think to do anything more but kiss and moan and tease, surrendering his body weight completely into Strohl's lap, shamelessly and openly addicted to the hot slippery pleasure of Strohl's tongue on his own. If he reaches up, he can still massage Strohl's horns. ]
[ Strohl could believe that what he tastes in Will's kisses is Will himself, deliciously sweet, making him crave more and more of Will. Does Will know what he's doing to him? Those little sounds stoke the fire that he has kindled — any more lapping at Strohl's horns like that, and Strohl might need a change of clothing then and there.
Perched across his thighs, Will can probably feel him by now, already hard in his trousers. There's no hope of hiding that. Luckily, he doubts that Will minds, when they haven't made any secret of wanting each other.
Still, granted access to Will's mouth, Strohl kisses him again and again until Will's lips are flushed and glossy, savoring him and how perfectly they fit together this way, too, how wonderful it feels. He wants Will to think the same.
He isn't quiet himself then, either: between kisses, sighing into them in grateful contentment, he murmurs Will's name. Everywhere consists of this, for now, blissfully indulgent. ]
[ 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 — ]
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I'm cute and little, but I'm not shy. Right?
[ does strohl know all the little things he does that makes will's heart feel soft and fond? do they both feel that way about each other, giddy and covetous of the other's presence, desperate to touch in little ways, clapped shoulders, held hands? but those little moments of touch aren't enough anymore, especially not for an inebriated will, who just wants to curl up in strohl's lap and cover him in kisses for the rest of the night. ]
Is it only your face I get to kiss? I want to kiss you in other places, too.
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[ Especially right now, boldly declaring his every intention. It has Strohl's heartbeat drumming a rapid, excited rhythm in anticipation. Sometimes, he's caught himself looking at Will, noticing the shape of his mouth and more, sending his thoughts wandering down trails that he didn't think he should follow in earnest. But he has wondered how it might feel. The mere thought of Will's lips against his own, moving onward from there, finding other places to kiss, as many as he likes... ]
Will you tell me where? Or show me. A kiss for each kiss sounds fair.
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I want to touch and rub your little horns. They're so, so cute.
Your neck, your collarbones, your chest...
Ah, a kiss for each kiss? So you're going to kiss me too, right?
That's going to be hard. I don't know if I can stop kissing you long enough for you to kiss me.
[ his brain isn't very cohesive when he's drunk, it seems. they'll probably have to keep him away from wine in the future. ]
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[ At this rate, it's going to be hard for Strohl to keep up his end of the conversation, too, given how distracting a picture Will has been sketching out for him. All that's missing is Will really there, warm lips brushing against his skin, nimble fingers taking his horns between them. ]
I'd let you. All of it, without stopping for too long.
Looks like we'll just have to take turns kissing each other. Right?
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[ he's still much more chipper than usual, but something about that is endearing, too... ]
Where are you going to kiss me, Strohl?
I don't have cute horns for you to kiss :(
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You hardly need horns. Since we've already established that you're cute, I think that gives me plenty to kiss.
Where to start, with so much to choose from, now that's the true quandary...
Everywhere?
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Come back to our inn room, Leon Strohl da Haliaetus. I want to kiss you, and I've tumbled into bed.
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[ He's sorely tempted to run the rest of the way through the streets back to the inn, in fact, and his steps quicken, in part because he doesn't want to keep Will waiting, least of all in Will's excitement, and in part because he's growing rather impatient to make it to their room himself. "Almost there" takes him past a few more corners to round and stairs to cross before he arrives at the doors, and then he has a little longer to wait, if he plans to bring Will a pitcher of water while he's at it.
With that in hand — and a small surprise successfully procured and hidden to present to his friend in the morning over breakfast — Strohl reaches the room at long last. The door creaks open. ]
Still awake?
[ Nudging the door shut behind him, moving to set the pitcher of water aside, Strohl keeps his head turned toward Will's bed, and Will himself. The question is meant in jest — the answer is right there for him to see with his own eyes.
Anticipation flutters through him afresh. ]
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He's been lolling on his stomach in the bed, legs swung up in the air behind him, rubbing his bare feet against each other — the nights get a little cold sometimes — but the moment he hears Strohl come in, he rolls onto his back to see Strohl better. Smiles where he's laid out like a vision against the pillow, and then he struggles to sit up. The motion has him swaying a little where he's seated on the mattress, but he doesn't struggle too much with it, at least; he has, by now, gotten the worst of his silliness out of him. ]
Yes, I'm awake. I couldn't sleep without you.
[ He has a pitcher of water in hand... why? Does he want Will to drink more? As a first-time drinker with little knowledge in such matters, Will can't piece together why Strohl has brought him water, but he reaches for the glass near his bedside drawer to make use of what his friend and lover has brought him. ]
Strohl...
[ He seems to be saying Strohl's name just for the sake of saying Strohl's name. Inexplicably amused, he giggles. ]
You brought me water? You're so considerate.
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Ah, hey—
[ The instant that Will wobbles upon sitting up, Strohl springs forward to steady him, which might be a bit excessive, since Will isn't near toppling out of bed at all, sober enough to handle staying upright on his own. Strohl has his palms on Will's shoulders nonetheless, one arm wrapped around him scant seconds later. Well, now that he's here, finally at Will's side, he might as well take a seat and get closer to kiss him, right?
A chuckle leaves him first, fond, as if Will's amusement is contagious. Leaning in, impossibly charmed, soaring on an updraft of giddiness for it, he seizes the opening to press his lips to the shell of Will's ear. ]
Let me fill that glass for you. And after that...
[ After that, he'll make good on taking turns with Will until they've kissed each other everywhere. ]
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It's a wonderful thing, to enjoy the heady intoxication of being held by Strohl's arms. Will closes his eyes and drowns happily in each kiss, letting Strohl's bigger hands smooth out the slim dip of his waist. Happiness blooms like a flower in the pit of his belly, spreading outward through his fingertips. He wonders if their lovey-dovey feelings affect the magla in the air. ]
Mmm... more?
[ Will should really drink his water, but it's as though he can't be peeled away from Strohl's horns. He kisses them over and over, feeling up every twist and turn with his lips. Even gives one a daring little lick for good measure.
Even if Strohl can't quite feel these warm, wet sensations at their ends, he'll be able to feel it well enough if Will massages the base where they're connected to his scalp, right...? ]
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Will doesn't even need to touch him anywhere but his horns... With an escaping groan, vocal appreciation, Strohl tilts his head into Will's caresses, relishing the way the tingling travels from his scalp down his spine. His own hands don't stay still, eager to feel along Will's body, across every contour of it beneath his palms. Will fits against them so well, his fingers tell him.
His mouth seeks more of Will, trailing kisses wherever his lips find soft, warm skin, breathing pleased sounds into the contact. Hands drifting to Will's waist again, he draws Will closer until he has him seated in his lap. ]
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So he continues to kiss, continues to suck and slurp and lick around the maddeningly appetizing curves of Strohl's horns. (Why do they look so appetizing, anyway? Will absolutely adores their shape — Strohl's little curved horns remind him, a little maddeningly, of some croissant-like pastries he once saw in the streets of Grand Trad.) He lets Strohl rest his hands on his waist, pull him properly into his lap. Will switches over to kissing Strohl's lips once he's in the young man's lap; it's easier to taste, now, the slightly fruity, impossibly sugary taste of the specially-brewed sweet beer that Fabienne let him have and which has gotten him into this sweetly inebriated state. Small wonder Will got drunk, if what the mistress of the house gave him was so delicious. ]
Mm, nn...
[ He makes the softest, sweetest sounds. He just keeps kissing, like he's hooked on Strohl's warm breath, drunk on the taste of him and how soft his lips are. It's pleasurably sinful, the way their bodies slot together. He's so happily drunk that he doesn't even think to do anything more but kiss and moan and tease, surrendering his body weight completely into Strohl's lap, shamelessly and openly addicted to the hot slippery pleasure of Strohl's tongue on his own. If he reaches up, he can still massage Strohl's horns. ]
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Perched across his thighs, Will can probably feel him by now, already hard in his trousers. There's no hope of hiding that. Luckily, he doubts that Will minds, when they haven't made any secret of wanting each other.
Still, granted access to Will's mouth, Strohl kisses him again and again until Will's lips are flushed and glossy, savoring him and how perfectly they fit together this way, too, how wonderful it feels. He wants Will to think the same.
He isn't quiet himself then, either: between kisses, sighing into them in grateful contentment, he murmurs Will's name. Everywhere consists of this, for now, blissfully indulgent. ]
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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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