[It's a relief once they get home and tucked away in the privacy of Cor's room. For once he's glad Regis is already in bed. Will is too emotionally raw for that cheerful mask to be anything less than painful and destructive. To be honest, he's more shaken than he'd like to admit as well. Neither of them are in any condition to withstand even the best of intentions right now.
Inside is warm and cozy, a welcome change from the biting chill and the darkness of the night outside. Even with just the bedside lamp on, the warm glow is a welcome change. Cor finally has to set Will down properly once they get into the room so he can shut the door without just kicking it closed. He doesn't want to wake Regis or Ignis. (Assuming either of them are actually sleeping.)
Even though he does put Will on his feet again he still keeps him close, one arm around him, for both their sakes.]
[It would be..... hard, to see Regis right now. Regis has his own troubles; he doesn't need a night like this on top of them any more than Cor did. And knowing about Mors now, more concretely than he had before..... How much does Regis know about that? It's not his place to ask, let alone tell. He needs a little time to tuck that all away into the back of his mind, to let that knowledge settle so he can safely pretend it's not even there.
He's steady enough, once Cor sets him back on his feet, blinking in even this little light. Cor won't want him to go back out into the darkness again, he's sure of that--and frankly, he doesn't really want to leave, either. So he simply releases his Pokémon to let them get comfortable for the night, meandering to settle around the room. Once that's done, though.....
He sleeps in his mask all the time. It's soft and comfortable enough to, after all, and simple habit--just one more reason it's a crutch to lean on, something safe if he's sleeping with someone or gets woken in the middle of the night. But tonight..... it doesn't feel comfortable, or safe. It feels like just one more shadow to loom over his shoulder, breathing down his neck and watching, waiting for him to make a mistake. Surely he'll be fine again in the morning, when he has to go outside and see other people, but right now? He just..... doesn't even want it touching him. At all.
Even so, he hesitates as he slides a hand into his own hair, fingers fumbling with the tight knot, uncertain. It's an effort to force past the fresh spike of anxiety screaming that this is a mistake, but Will pulls it free regardless, holding it tightly in one hand. The nightstand, maybe? Is that where it's supposed to go this time?]
[Will releases the girls and Cor immediately has to snap his fingers, pointing at the floor before Arche can even get all four feet onto the bed. His jacket gets slung over the desk chair, boots toed off beside the desk, and he moves to curl an arm back around Will when he realizes what the younger man is doing.
His heart catches in his throat, surprised that Will would be comfortable being that vulnerable. It doesn't take long for him to follow the same logic that Will himself has. Cor's hand slides down Will's arm, hand curling around the other man's, large enough to close around Will's fist almost completely. His other hand pulls Will back against his chest, nuzzling into his hair, still giving him the privacy of facing away from him.]
It's not you, dulcissime.
[A soft murmur, reassuring, before the tinkle of crystal and a flicker of blue light has the mask vanishing from his hand, safely tucked away in the armiger where it can't even be seen but can be accessed in a heartbeat if needed.]
[The sulking is real. Arche slinks away from the bed, but only reluctantly, before she goes to join her sisters. Will leans back into Cor's embrace, shoulders tense and hands still shaking a little even as Cor's wraps around hos, forcibly willing his muscles to release. He's not comfortable, being this vulnerable, knowing he should be punished for doing this--knowing it with the same irrational, overwhelming certainty that he'd lost a piece of himself as his mask had gone up in flames. But.....
He's not comfortable not being vulnerable right now, either. He's just..... unsettled in his own skin. If that's not him, if that can be taken away in a roaring flames or gently chiming motes of light, then what is?
All he knows is that he's grateful Cor is willing to put up with the absurdity of something this..... this insignificant spooking him so badly. Will tips his head back, nuzzling up to press a kiss against the older man's jaw.]
[It's no more insignificant than how much Cor would fall apart if Rawna had deposited Genji into his hands. The sword was a reminder of the proud, arrogant, angry, boy who'd gone into the Tempering Grounds all fire and ambition. The man that had walked out was somber and jaded, well and truly tempered by the Blademaster.
There's nothing insignificant about it at all.
All Cor can do for now, though, is hold him and assure him that he's safe here, that there no reason for him to be afraid here, with him. Will nuzzles up against him and Cor hums softly, a pleased little sound that Will can probably feel more than hear. He gives the other man a little space, letting him turn if he wants to, dipping down to kiss him softly. Now that the mask is safely in the armiger he brings his free hand up to trail calloused fingertips over the delicate skin of of his temple.]
[Finally, he does turn in Cor's arms. Laid bare like this, without the sharp lines of his mask or the bravado it gives him, it's all the more apparent just how young he really is. There's nothing to shape or define the softness of his features now, or hide bright purple eyes--or even to lend more animated force to the almost shy smile such a gentle touch earns.
Will closes his eyes under the caress, turning his head just enough to press his lips against the inside of Cor's wrist. As long as it's just the two of them, it's okay, right.....? This is..... nice.]
[He'll consider it a win, that Will is able to face him even without the mask, that he doesn't feel the need to hide from him. The stark black lines are such a constant that it's strange to see him without it, now. Softer in many ways but also so much more genuine.
The brush of lips against his wrist makes his breath stutter, his heart fluttering in his chest, his touch light and reverent. It feels at once so profound and so very fragile, this moment, the trust Will is giving him in this. He leans forward, lips brushing feather light over the ridge of his brow, the bridge of his nose, the ghost of a touch over his eyelids.
So beautiful and so perfect and all he can do is cherish this moment that Will is offering him. He doesn't need to say it, he knows that, knows that Will knows with absolute certainty what is in his heart. But Cor has spent enough years silencing his heart. Here, at least, he can speak words far too dangerous to have even considered at home. A whisper of breath against one bare temple.]
[Will shivers under the soft brush of lips, flushing a pale pink; even the warm flutter of breath feels electrifying, against skin that nobody else has been allowed to touch in years. As much as he loves to fluster Cor, he's hard to unbalance or embarrass, himself--just getting him to blush at all is probably another win in and of itself.
How can he not, though? How could he possibly keep from melting, between such soft, reverent touches and sweet unspoken whispers from his heart?
Or maybe not so unspoken, after all. Will lifts a hand to stroke Cor's cheek, thumb brushing the corner of his mouth.]
[It is such a rare thing to get Will to blush, it's almost invisible in the low light but Cor is nothing if not observant. His lips slant into a smile, just shy of being a smirk. Then those delicate kisses drift down to brush over one pink cheek.]
You're beautiful, you know.
[He knows Will knows damn well how gorgeous he is but he means more than just those violet eyes that are so much more striking without the shadow of the mask to hide them or the pale flush of his cheeks. He means the way Will can open his heart to accept everyone around him so readily, despite all of their faults. He's never met a stranger in his life and being that kind of person requires so much strength and bravery, especially now knowing how that's been abused.
Will probably looks at it like a side effect of the work but it takes a level of natural ability to even be able to begin to develop those kinds of people skills. And now he uses it to bring so much happiness to the people he surrounds himself with.]
An absolute marvel.
[His own cheeks flush, embarrassed about waxing poetic when he's never been good with words or people.]
You flatterer..... Isn't that supposed to be my job?
[His cheeks only darken further, between Cor's words and the touch of his lips--to say nothing of that smirk. Does Cor have any idea how unfairly attractive that is, when he spends so much time serious, stressed, and down on himself?
Will turns his head to catch Cor's lips for a proper kiss; he doesn't want to keep feeling this..... this fragile if he can help it.]
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[Smirking is not something he's accustomed to but clearly he should do it more often. If only someone would tell him that.
Cor hums softly against Will's lips, fingers curling around the side of his neck, thumb pressing under the curve of his jaw to urge his head back a little further. He's not fragile. Cor's never thought he was fragile, not once, not even when the chaos of the battlefield had overwhelmed him. But not being a pillar of mental and emotional strength at all times was not the same as being fragile, it was simply being human and that was something he understood all to well, feeling as though being merely human was the same as being weak.]
Who says it's only yours? [A huff of laughter, words mumbled from so close he'll feel the shape of them on Cor's lips.]
[Not a good excuse, he knows. Not when there's absolutely nothing to stop Cor from countermanding him. But he's not really in any position to think up a better one, not when he's already obediently tipping his head back and shuddering at the feeling of lips moving against his skin. Has he mentioned how completely unfair this is?]
[Cor's whole chest vibrates with stifled laughter, head dipping to be able to press his mouth against Will's throat. He's usually so clever, words as much a part of his mask as the fabric that now sits in the armiger. It's kind of refreshing to see him at a loss for some snappy retort.]
And who am I to question you, hmm?
[Okay he's outright teasing him now but he can't help it. Off kilter as Will is though, he'd much rather see him out of sorts because of sweet words and warm lips on his skin than for the emotional wreck he had been. It's a small shift but one Cor has no problems encouraging, a trail of kisses along the side of Will's throat, before the Marshal comes back for another kiss.]
[Will lets out an indignant little huff at the blatant teasing, one that melts into a shuddery sigh as Cor trails heat straight down to his collarbone. Normally, he prides himself in being clever and unflappable both, in being quick to think on his feet, able to take nearly everything in stride. Even if he can't say something witty, at least he can usually make some kind of joke, right?
He doesn't have any retort at all when Cor lifts his head though, snappy or otherwise. He doesn't have anything to say at all, in fact--he's breathless by the time Cor captures his lips, only able to manage a soft, hungry noise as his arms wind around the older man's neck.]
[Will's arms wind around behind his neck and Cor answers that hungry little sound with broad hands on the smaller man's hips, lifting him so that between the two of them his feet are off the ground. It's easier on Cor, actually, the comparatively slight weight of Will holding himself up less strain than staying bent at the angle necessary to leave his boyfriend flat-footed.
Especially when these rooms are small enough that it is only a matter of a few steps to cross over to the bed. One knee settles on the mattress and then Cor lowers Will down as well, never once pulling away from that kiss. If that's all it takes to get Will's mind off the masks and leave him breathless then Cor will kiss him for as long as Will lets him. ]
[As long as Will lets him is about as long as he can stand, considering what a disadvantage he starts with; by the time Will breaks away to gasp for air, his head is spinning and his pulse is racin, arms tight around Cor to steady himself.
It takes a moment to untangle his grip, but he's seeking Cor's lips out again almost immediately once he does; one hand moves to curl around the back of his neck, the other sliding down to his back, to pull the bigger man down onto him. Isn't it nice to have such a convenient power switch to hit?]
[Oh... He had simply meant to set Will down, let him sit on the edge of the bed maybe or curl up against his chest. Being pulled down on top of the younger man was not quite what he'd intended. There's a fleeting hesitation, a subtle shift so he's a little off of center so that when he leans over Will he's not liable to squish him. Just because he's not fragile doesn't mean he can handle Cor's full weight on top of him.
Will seeks out his lips and Cor obliges, a soft needy sound of his own catching in his chest as he melts into it. Laying half on top of him as he is Cor is careful to keep most of his weight braced on one elbow but that does leave his other hand free to glide his fingers into silken strands, savoring the weight and warmth of his beautiful boy's hair.]
[This is much better. Why would he want to stay upright when he could have such a perfect body hovering over him instead? Cor may be cautious about supporting his own weight, but Will has nothing of the sort to worry about; it's not long before he's pressing up into Cor instead, tongue trailing over the man's lower lip encouragingly.]
[Perfect is going a bit far but Cor does take great pains to keep himself in good shape, a powerful soldier if nothing else. Will's tongue teases over his lip and Cor chases after it, a low groan in his throat and before he's really meant to he's pressing down against Will as well, pinning the smaller man to the bed, fingers tightening in his hair. If he's going to tease then Cor is going to retaliate. It won't be long before he has to be the one to break the kiss but before that happens he's going to explore every bit of Will's mouth as thoroughly as he can before the need for another breath forces him away, Will's name a breathless moan on his lips.]
[Is this all according to plan, or did it completely backfire on him? Even Will's not entirely sure. Either way, between the tight grip on his hair and warm weight pinning him down, he's almost entirely immobilized.
Short nails dig into the back of Cor's neck as he tries desperately to keep up with the kiss, high half-voiced whimpers muffled into the man's mouth. By the time Cor breaks away, Will is squirming where he's pinned, already half-hard beneath him.]
[Nails dig into his neck and for a moment all Cor can do is bow his head, pressing into that sharp bite and shuddering above him. He's learned, over the last weeks, that he's apparently rather sensitive to pressure on his neck. It's not something he'd ever had cause to consider before.]
Will...
[Harsh and needy even if he doesn't know what he's really trying to convey. It stings but it's a good sting, hot and sharp, a delightful contrast to the soft warmth of Will's mouth. This isn't where he'd thought they would end up but he's not going to complain, not if this is what Will needs to ground himself in the here and now. Cor's weight shifts again, this time so he can press his thigh firmly between Will's, giving the younger man something to rock up against.]
[Will can't help bud shudder in sympathetic arousal, breath catching sharply. He hadn't realized that particular weakness was there before..... Maybe later, when his own mind isn't hazy with need, he'll be able to think over how to exploit that. For now, though? He just grinds up against a hard muscled though with more than a little urgency, no matter how clearly frustrated his moan is.]
I want you.
[He wants Cor, he wants him inside him, and he wants him there ten minutes ago. How torturous can you get, being so close and yet so far?]
[The impatient moan draws an answering one from Cor, mouth finding Will's again, silencing him with a ravenous kiss. How many times have they been here before? Astrals just a few days ago they'd been in the same situation and then there'd been the excuse of wine. Each time Cor deflects, worms a hand into Will's pants or, like that first time, gives him something firm and solid to grind into until he finds his pleasure.
That kind of release, losing oneself like that... It was respite for Will but for Cor it was a terrifying loss of control. Every moment of his life for as long as he can remember has been about maintaining absolute precise control over every aspect of himself. How is he meant to just... let go.
It's terrifying but then... isn't Will, laid out beneath him more bare then he's ever allowed himself to be, facing his own fears tonight as well? Perhaps... Maybe Cor can at least begin to unwind the iron grip he has on himself just this once.]
I know, dulcissime... [He draws back enough to look down at the younger man, face flushed, lips reddened by kisses, and still there's hesitation in that stormy gaze.]
I- [His breath shudders out of him and for the first time he lets himself shift so he can roll his hips, pressing into Will's hip, his own body just as eager though he never lets himself acknowledge it.] I'll need you to... to guide me?
[Because as much as he knows intellectually exactly where this leads he's never let himself go there before, never trusted anyone enough to let himself be so vulnerable with them.]
[Will looks a right mess by the time Cor draws back to look down at him--hair mussed, clothes askew, lips swollen, bright eyes hazy and unfocused with lust..... a far cry from the polished and put together look he usually tries so hard to cultivate. If nothing else, at least he looks too overcome to be gripped by the same fearful agitation or numb shock he had been blindsided by in the temple.
He's squirming restlessly instead, pressing up against Cor for as much contact as he can get, too needy to resist in spite of his protests.]
[Absolutely and utterly gorgeous. It's more willpower than Cor wants to admit to push himself up, tipping back so he's kneeling over one of Will's legs. He lets out a breath, fighting the butterflies in his belly, doing his best to push aside his nerves.
Then he grabs the hem of his t-shirt, pulling it up over head and immediately tossing it aside. He stays where he is though, instead of falling back onto Will just yet, this time letting his fingers work steadily over the buttons of his shirt, parting the fabric away from the smaller man's chest with curious fingers. No rushing this time, no damaged buttons, just slow and careful.]
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Longest Night - CW: smut, h/c, probably Cor being awkward
Date: 2020-01-20 12:27 pm (UTC)Inside is warm and cozy, a welcome change from the biting chill and the darkness of the night outside. Even with just the bedside lamp on, the warm glow is a welcome change. Cor finally has to set Will down properly once they get into the room so he can shut the door without just kicking it closed. He doesn't want to wake Regis or Ignis. (Assuming either of them are actually sleeping.)
Even though he does put Will on his feet again he still keeps him close, one arm around him, for both their sakes.]
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Date: 2020-01-20 07:13 pm (UTC)He's steady enough, once Cor sets him back on his feet, blinking in even this little light. Cor won't want him to go back out into the darkness again, he's sure of that--and frankly, he doesn't really want to leave, either. So he simply releases his Pokémon to let them get comfortable for the night, meandering to settle around the room. Once that's done, though.....
He sleeps in his mask all the time. It's soft and comfortable enough to, after all, and simple habit--just one more reason it's a crutch to lean on, something safe if he's sleeping with someone or gets woken in the middle of the night. But tonight..... it doesn't feel comfortable, or safe. It feels like just one more shadow to loom over his shoulder, breathing down his neck and watching, waiting for him to make a mistake. Surely he'll be fine again in the morning, when he has to go outside and see other people, but right now? He just..... doesn't even want it touching him. At all.
Even so, he hesitates as he slides a hand into his own hair, fingers fumbling with the tight knot, uncertain. It's an effort to force past the fresh spike of anxiety screaming that this is a mistake, but Will pulls it free regardless, holding it tightly in one hand. The nightstand, maybe? Is that where it's supposed to go this time?]
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Date: 2020-01-21 08:17 am (UTC)His heart catches in his throat, surprised that Will would be comfortable being that vulnerable. It doesn't take long for him to follow the same logic that Will himself has. Cor's hand slides down Will's arm, hand curling around the other man's, large enough to close around Will's fist almost completely. His other hand pulls Will back against his chest, nuzzling into his hair, still giving him the privacy of facing away from him.]
It's not you, dulcissime.
[A soft murmur, reassuring, before the tinkle of crystal and a flicker of blue light has the mask vanishing from his hand, safely tucked away in the armiger where it can't even be seen but can be accessed in a heartbeat if needed.]
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Date: 2020-01-21 09:43 am (UTC)[The sulking is real. Arche slinks away from the bed, but only reluctantly, before she goes to join her sisters. Will leans back into Cor's embrace, shoulders tense and hands still shaking a little even as Cor's wraps around hos, forcibly willing his muscles to release. He's not comfortable, being this vulnerable, knowing he should be punished for doing this--knowing it with the same irrational, overwhelming certainty that he'd lost a piece of himself as his mask had gone up in flames. But.....
He's not comfortable not being vulnerable right now, either. He's just..... unsettled in his own skin. If that's not him, if that can be taken away in a roaring flames or gently chiming motes of light, then what is?
All he knows is that he's grateful Cor is willing to put up with the absurdity of something this..... this insignificant spooking him so badly. Will tips his head back, nuzzling up to press a kiss against the older man's jaw.]
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Date: 2020-01-21 10:29 am (UTC)There's nothing insignificant about it at all.
All Cor can do for now, though, is hold him and assure him that he's safe here, that there no reason for him to be afraid here, with him. Will nuzzles up against him and Cor hums softly, a pleased little sound that Will can probably feel more than hear. He gives the other man a little space, letting him turn if he wants to, dipping down to kiss him softly. Now that the mask is safely in the armiger he brings his free hand up to trail calloused fingertips over the delicate skin of of his temple.]
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Date: 2020-01-21 06:52 pm (UTC)Will closes his eyes under the caress, turning his head just enough to press his lips against the inside of Cor's wrist. As long as it's just the two of them, it's okay, right.....? This is..... nice.]
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Date: 2020-01-22 01:20 am (UTC)The brush of lips against his wrist makes his breath stutter, his heart fluttering in his chest, his touch light and reverent. It feels at once so profound and so very fragile, this moment, the trust Will is giving him in this. He leans forward, lips brushing feather light over the ridge of his brow, the bridge of his nose, the ghost of a touch over his eyelids.
So beautiful and so perfect and all he can do is cherish this moment that Will is offering him. He doesn't need to say it, he knows that, knows that Will knows with absolute certainty what is in his heart. But Cor has spent enough years silencing his heart. Here, at least, he can speak words far too dangerous to have even considered at home. A whisper of breath against one bare temple.]
I love you.
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Date: 2020-01-22 02:00 am (UTC)How can he not, though? How could he possibly keep from melting, between such soft, reverent touches and sweet unspoken whispers from his heart?
Or maybe not so unspoken, after all. Will lifts a hand to stroke Cor's cheek, thumb brushing the corner of his mouth.]
I love you, too.
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Date: 2020-01-23 01:44 am (UTC)You're beautiful, you know.
[He knows Will knows damn well how gorgeous he is but he means more than just those violet eyes that are so much more striking without the shadow of the mask to hide them or the pale flush of his cheeks. He means the way Will can open his heart to accept everyone around him so readily, despite all of their faults. He's never met a stranger in his life and being that kind of person requires so much strength and bravery, especially now knowing how that's been abused.
Will probably looks at it like a side effect of the work but it takes a level of natural ability to even be able to begin to develop those kinds of people skills. And now he uses it to bring so much happiness to the people he surrounds himself with.]
An absolute marvel.
[His own cheeks flush, embarrassed about waxing poetic when he's never been good with words or people.]
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Date: 2020-01-23 03:33 am (UTC)[His cheeks only darken further, between Cor's words and the touch of his lips--to say nothing of that smirk. Does Cor have any idea how unfairly attractive that is, when he spends so much time serious, stressed, and down on himself?
Will turns his head to catch Cor's lips for a proper kiss; he doesn't want to keep feeling this..... this fragile if he can help it.]
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Date: 2020-01-23 03:49 am (UTC)Cor hums softly against Will's lips, fingers curling around the side of his neck, thumb pressing under the curve of his jaw to urge his head back a little further. He's not fragile. Cor's never thought he was fragile, not once, not even when the chaos of the battlefield had overwhelmed him. But not being a pillar of mental and emotional strength at all times was not the same as being fragile, it was simply being human and that was something he understood all to well, feeling as though being merely human was the same as being weak.]
Who says it's only yours? [A huff of laughter, words mumbled from so close he'll feel the shape of them on Cor's lips.]
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Date: 2020-01-23 05:05 am (UTC)[Not a good excuse, he knows. Not when there's absolutely nothing to stop Cor from countermanding him. But he's not really in any position to think up a better one, not when he's already obediently tipping his head back and shuddering at the feeling of lips moving against his skin. Has he mentioned how completely unfair this is?]
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Date: 2020-01-23 05:37 am (UTC)And who am I to question you, hmm?
[Okay he's outright teasing him now but he can't help it. Off kilter as Will is though, he'd much rather see him out of sorts because of sweet words and warm lips on his skin than for the emotional wreck he had been. It's a small shift but one Cor has no problems encouraging, a trail of kisses along the side of Will's throat, before the Marshal comes back for another kiss.]
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Date: 2020-01-23 05:57 am (UTC)He doesn't have any retort at all when Cor lifts his head though, snappy or otherwise. He doesn't have anything to say at all, in fact--he's breathless by the time Cor captures his lips, only able to manage a soft, hungry noise as his arms wind around the older man's neck.]
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Date: 2020-01-23 06:09 am (UTC)Especially when these rooms are small enough that it is only a matter of a few steps to cross over to the bed. One knee settles on the mattress and then Cor lowers Will down as well, never once pulling away from that kiss. If that's all it takes to get Will's mind off the masks and leave him breathless then Cor will kiss him for as long as Will lets him. ]
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Date: 2020-01-23 06:33 am (UTC)It takes a moment to untangle his grip, but he's seeking Cor's lips out again almost immediately once he does; one hand moves to curl around the back of his neck, the other sliding down to his back, to pull the bigger man down onto him. Isn't it nice to have such a convenient power switch to hit?]
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Date: 2020-01-23 06:48 am (UTC)Will seeks out his lips and Cor obliges, a soft needy sound of his own catching in his chest as he melts into it. Laying half on top of him as he is Cor is careful to keep most of his weight braced on one elbow but that does leave his other hand free to glide his fingers into silken strands, savoring the weight and warmth of his beautiful boy's hair.]
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Date: 2020-01-23 07:48 am (UTC)[Is this all according to plan, or did it completely backfire on him? Even Will's not entirely sure. Either way, between the tight grip on his hair and warm weight pinning him down, he's almost entirely immobilized.
Short nails dig into the back of Cor's neck as he tries desperately to keep up with the kiss, high half-voiced whimpers muffled into the man's mouth. By the time Cor breaks away, Will is squirming where he's pinned, already half-hard beneath him.]
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Date: 2020-01-23 08:14 am (UTC)Will...
[Harsh and needy even if he doesn't know what he's really trying to convey. It stings but it's a good sting, hot and sharp, a delightful contrast to the soft warmth of Will's mouth. This isn't where he'd thought they would end up but he's not going to complain, not if this is what Will needs to ground himself in the here and now. Cor's weight shifts again, this time so he can press his thigh firmly between Will's, giving the younger man something to rock up against.]
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Date: 2020-01-23 08:43 am (UTC)I want you.
[He wants Cor, he wants him inside him, and he wants him there ten minutes ago. How torturous can you get, being so close and yet so far?]
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Date: 2020-01-23 09:00 am (UTC)That kind of release, losing oneself like that... It was respite for Will but for Cor it was a terrifying loss of control. Every moment of his life for as long as he can remember has been about maintaining absolute precise control over every aspect of himself. How is he meant to just... let go.
It's terrifying but then... isn't Will, laid out beneath him more bare then he's ever allowed himself to be, facing his own fears tonight as well? Perhaps... Maybe Cor can at least begin to unwind the iron grip he has on himself just this once.]
I know, dulcissime... [He draws back enough to look down at the younger man, face flushed, lips reddened by kisses, and still there's hesitation in that stormy gaze.]
I- [His breath shudders out of him and for the first time he lets himself shift so he can roll his hips, pressing into Will's hip, his own body just as eager though he never lets himself acknowledge it.] I'll need you to... to guide me?
[Because as much as he knows intellectually exactly where this leads he's never let himself go there before, never trusted anyone enough to let himself be so vulnerable with them.]
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Date: 2020-01-23 09:20 am (UTC)He's squirming restlessly instead, pressing up against Cor for as much contact as he can get, too needy to resist in spite of his protests.]
Wh-whatever you need.
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Date: 2020-01-23 09:33 am (UTC)[Absolutely and utterly gorgeous. It's more willpower than Cor wants to admit to push himself up, tipping back so he's kneeling over one of Will's legs. He lets out a breath, fighting the butterflies in his belly, doing his best to push aside his nerves.
Then he grabs the hem of his t-shirt, pulling it up over head and immediately tossing it aside. He stays where he is though, instead of falling back onto Will just yet, this time letting his fingers work steadily over the buttons of his shirt, parting the fabric away from the smaller man's chest with curious fingers. No rushing this time, no damaged buttons, just slow and careful.]
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