[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.]
[Well, at least he gets some eye candy while he waits for Cor to steel himself? He's not convinced perfect is an overstatement at all, not while he's looking up at him from this perspective. Now while Cor is looking down at him with the kind of intensity that has his stomach tying itself in knots.
By the time Cor has his shirt open, Will is quivering under him, little breathy sounds dragged out of him with every inquisitive brush of calloused fingers. His own fingers curl tightly into the blankets under him, trying to will himself to be patient, to let Cor go at his own pace and get comfortable with the idea. Only being able to look and not touch, though..... now this is suffering.]
[Will might be in a hurry but that is part of what dating an older man is going to do to him. Cor might be exploring this all for the first time but he has willpower of steel and has not been brash and impulsive since he was a teen. No, now he's methodical, fingers mapping out every inch of Will's body. Each breathless sound noted, each little jolt of sensation tracked in the mental map he builds of Will's.
Eventually he slides one hand around under Will's shoulder, drawing him up so that Will is sitting up under him. The shirt is finally pulled completely away and Cor sinks down to kiss Will once more, slow and thorough and hungry. One hand cradling his face, the other cautiously guiding one of the boy's delicate hands up to settle against his chest. An invitation more than a request but there all the same.]
[By the time Cor is satisfied with his exploration, Will is hard enough that his pants are bordering on painfully tight, fabric soaked through where he strains against it. His moans are nothing short of desperate as he melts into the kiss, lips parting to let Cor do anything he pleases.
His hands are shaking a little by the time Cor guides them up, smoothing immediately over hard muscles to savor the feel of him. He's eager to touch soon enough, mapping out each curve and contour, seeking out each scar for a much gentler caress. He's been hurt so much, but he's still trying so hard.....]
[For as careful as his hands are Cor's mouth gives him away, eager and hungry, kissing his deep and without hesitation. Especially when Will surrenders to the kiss so readily. Slender fingers move over his body and Cor has to give up on kissing him, his breath hitching in shuddering gasps, each touch new and overwhelming.
It's strange, he doesn't even know himself what all the various scars are from, some old some newer, burns and bites, stabs and slashes... but the variance in how the nerves of each one have been altered leaves him gasping in ragged breaths, drowning in sensations he's entirely unused to.
For all that Will had behaved, keeping his hands to himself while Cor explored, Cor finds himself unwilling to do the same, not with the rush that comes with Will's hands on his body. The kiss abandoned, his mouth hovering over Will's moaning into the scant space between them, he finally lets his hands drop down to the smaller man's hips, fingers dipping beneath the waistband of his pants. Will's pants are tight, too tight maybe, so while the fingers of one hand fumble over the zipper the other curves down around him, gripping his ass firmly. It would be easier to actually get him out of his pants if he were using both hands but he's not entirely sure he can concentrate enough to do that.]
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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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Date: 2020-01-23 09:54 am (UTC)By the time Cor has his shirt open, Will is quivering under him, little breathy sounds dragged out of him with every inquisitive brush of calloused fingers. His own fingers curl tightly into the blankets under him, trying to will himself to be patient, to let Cor go at his own pace and get comfortable with the idea. Only being able to look and not touch, though..... now this is suffering.]
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Date: 2020-01-23 10:12 am (UTC)Eventually he slides one hand around under Will's shoulder, drawing him up so that Will is sitting up under him. The shirt is finally pulled completely away and Cor sinks down to kiss Will once more, slow and thorough and hungry. One hand cradling his face, the other cautiously guiding one of the boy's delicate hands up to settle against his chest. An invitation more than a request but there all the same.]
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Date: 2020-01-23 10:42 am (UTC)His hands are shaking a little by the time Cor guides them up, smoothing immediately over hard muscles to savor the feel of him. He's eager to touch soon enough, mapping out each curve and contour, seeking out each scar for a much gentler caress. He's been hurt so much, but he's still trying so hard.....]
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Date: 2020-01-23 11:02 am (UTC)It's strange, he doesn't even know himself what all the various scars are from, some old some newer, burns and bites, stabs and slashes... but the variance in how the nerves of each one have been altered leaves him gasping in ragged breaths, drowning in sensations he's entirely unused to.
For all that Will had behaved, keeping his hands to himself while Cor explored, Cor finds himself unwilling to do the same, not with the rush that comes with Will's hands on his body. The kiss abandoned, his mouth hovering over Will's moaning into the scant space between them, he finally lets his hands drop down to the smaller man's hips, fingers dipping beneath the waistband of his pants. Will's pants are tight, too tight maybe, so while the fingers of one hand fumble over the zipper the other curves down around him, gripping his ass firmly. It would be easier to actually get him out of his pants if he were using both hands but he's not entirely sure he can concentrate enough to do that.]
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