[ 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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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. ]