[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.]
[It doesn't matter how much willpower he has, or how patient he is. It doesn't matter how perfectly he manages to control himself. Even if Cor has stopped teasing him, he's suffering under his own touch, now, nerves crackling with phantom sensation, chills racing down his spine. It's hard to take, between the warm rush of breath against his skin, and the hands so close and yet so impossibly far from where he needs them to be.
Each touch feels so different, though..... He can't help but be a little curious to add different kinds of touches, even as his hands roam. This time it's Will that dips his head, seeking out the closest scars he can find to experiment. Soon enough he's testing out feather-light kisses and long, slow licks, gentle sucking and lightly scraping his teeth. Surely getting Cor a little more worked up will only help him get past that anxiety, right?]
[He expects Will to crawl out of his skin with desperation, what with the sounds the boy's been making. But then he ducks his head, plies his mouth to places his fingers had teased and the sound that startles out of Cor is just short of crying out. If there's been little room for the niceties of removing Will's pants before it's nothing to the way his mind utterly shorts out at the first scrape of teeth.
Cor curls forward, one hand slamming into Will's hair, fingers twisting hard though Cor has no idea if he wants to pull him away so he can find a moment to regain his senses or drag him in closer so he can't possibly stop. His breathing is shaky, hands abandoning their task to instead hold Will close to him. One particularly thick gnarl of scars that curl over his shoulder, from some beast's claws no doubt, is utterly dead. Barely even enough to sense the pressure of lips where the scar itself is. But that only makes the skin on the edges off that scar tissue infinitely more sensitive, leaving him trembling when Will's tongue drags along his collarbone. ]
G-Gods
[Oh Sweet Shiva, he honestly has no idea how to process all of this.]
[Cor twists and pulls at his hair hard enough to make Will gasp in shocked pain, sound melting into an open-mouthed moan against the older man's chest. Looks like he won't be stopping any time soon, hmmm? Well, he hardly minds.....
The sounds he breathes into Cor's skin only grow increasingly heated as he works, breath coming in harsh, ragged pants, wracked with sharp shudders as he struggles to cling to some semblance of composure. He's eager to sample every inch of skin he can reach with his mouth, to learn what coaxes the strongest reaction from Cor in each place, even trying out sharp nips here and there as he grows bolder. There is a certain eagerness of service, after all, that comes from being so thoroughly rewarded by giving Cor exactly what he likes.....
Even the marks too far down for his mouth to reach at the moment get at least a little more testing, now that it's apparent just how much Cor likes teeth. Maybe he'll try dragging his nails over a few scars, even a nipple, and see if that works nearly as well.....]
[Will's teeth are sharper, more intense than just his mouth so of course it gets a stronger reaction. Cor's no stranger to pain but small flickers of pain like this are so much less than what he's used to experiencing as pain that it all sort of bleeds together into a rush of sensation. Somewhere in the back of his mind he'd thought to himself that he would, or at least should, not be so affected. That he wouldn't fall apart in a mess of desperate sounds the way Will does.
He was very much mistaken.
Nails scrape over the little dips and swells of the marks on his body and Cor arches into it, moaning openly at the sensations, awed by the intensity of it. At least until Will lets his fingers catch on his nipple and then the Marshal goes rigid, a startled cry on his lips, tension coiling tight and then releasing in such a rush that he collapses against Will. All the strength he had to keep himself upright gives out and he topples forward, pushing Will back down to the bed. This time there's no cautious support of his weight, only a desperate need to touch as much skin as possible.]
[It's just like how he underestimated the wine, isn't it? This isn't quite so dire, maybe, but there's no mistaking how this kind of intimacy erodes your control. Heat, sensation, desire..... Will's only saving grace is that he's had more experience with it, more chances to grow accustomed to and comfortable with falling apart like this.
What he's not used to, however, is quite this much weight dragging him down. He lets out a little startled noise as they both topple over, the sheer size of Cor crushing the breath right out of him. He'll definitely need to remember how sensitive Cor's nipples are, if this is any indication.....
It's a little hard to breathe like this, let alone move, but he can't deny the sheer satisfaction of pushing them into this position. Will manages to wrap a leg around Cor's waist to encourage him, head dipping once again. This time, teeth and lips seek out Cor's neck, far more aggressively than before; maybe it's about time Cor learns exactly why marking Will leaves him such a squirming, needy mess.]
[Cor's iron control is clearly not so absolute as he'd thought. Will might find it satisfying but as the tumble back and the smaller man makes that sharp, startled noise Cor has a moment where worry cuts through the haze of all those sensations. Is Will okay? Did he hurt him? Should he have been more careful?
Of course he should have been more careful and his mind tries to scramble up from that space where all that matters is the heat between them, the want that takes his breath away.
Before he manages it, though, Will's wrapping around him and this time it's Cor that is clutching at Will, achingly hard and pressing down against the younger man. His teeth find purchase on Cor's neck and the next sound that escapes is strangled and needy. His hands don't know what to do, where to go, and it's impossible to think of anything beyond more like this. So all he can manage is to wrap a hand around Will's thigh, pulling his leg tighter around him, hips jerking as he grinds against the other man.]
[Cor may as well have slammed him upside the head with a brick, the way his mind clouds over with lust. It would be so, so easy to lose himself in this, to give in to the overwhelming need, to grind against the older man until there's no way to stand it anymore. Right this second, at least, there's nothing on or off Aellyn he wants more badly. Pinned beneath Cor's weight, though, he can't even move enough to do that much.
All he can manage instead is writhing helplessly as he's ground into the bed, his other leg coming up to lock itself around Cor's waist and pull him down against him tighter still. The sound he makes into the curve of Cor's neck is nearly inhuman, nails raking down the older man's back, biting down hard as he struggles to keep from coming then and there. If Cor doesn't fuck him now, though, when will he? Even just feeling Cor grinding against him like this, hot and hard and impossibly huge.....
Mew, that's just unfair.
It's tougher to squeeze a hand between them than he'd realized, and there's almost no room to try and unfasten Cor's pants or his own--he would probably be exponentially easier if he unwrapped his legs, but giving up that kind of pressure and friction is already unthinkable, especially when it feels like he's hovering so close to the edge already. Still, how much better is even this much going to feel skin on skin?
Buttons are a little too complicated to navigate mentally, considering he can barely even string together a thought right now--but just grabbing their pants to yank them off once he's managed to unfasten them? Even in this state, he can manage that much.]
[Between the surge of sensation and the way Will tangles himself around him, Cor's not much better. It's the pain, shifting from small shocks to something searing hot down his back and over his throat that keeps him just barely clear headed enough to not just... stay like this until they both find release. He needs to breathe just for a moment, needs to be able to push through the lust and find coherency again.
But how can he? how can he with Will's hand worming between them and Cor's pants are bunched awkwardly around his thighs by the time he is able to figure out a way to think>.
His hands are so much broader than Will's, so much more powerful. It only takes a moment for him to capture Will's wrists, one in each hand. The initial thought is just to pull them away from his body. The only comfortable way to do that though-
Wills hands end up pinned above his head to the pillows, wrists crossed and squeezed hard together by one of Cor's hands. Blue eyes, usually so vibrant, darkened to steel in his need and the sound he makes is caught between a moan and an outright growl.]
Wait...
[He even tries to get his knees under him, to put the smallest bit of space between them. Sweet Shiva, he doesn't want it to be all rushed and reckless the first time. That's why he's waited as long as he has but it's so very hard to keep his sanity under the onslaught of Will's mouth and hands and-]
[Will doesn't manage more than a startled squeak as his hands are captured. Tangled around him like this, Cor can probably feel the sharp twitch of his cock against him as he growls out his order, flush darkening as that intense gaze pins him just as effectively as the hand holding his wrists overhead.]
Y-yeah.....
[Being made to wait can only help him clear his head too, as Cor manages to start calming down and focusing. He knows it's the correct thing to do. So why does it have to feel like the worst idea ever, being denied such intoxicating friction and pressure and heat?]
[Cor's hand releases Will's wrist once he gets that breathless agreement. He nods, shifting instead to untangle their legs, to let him sit back on his knees for a moment. He has to put a fair bit of effort into dragging himself away, fingers trailing over Will's body. The stop at the waistband of his pants, trapped between his back and the bed regardless of how clever his fingers managed to be.
He needs to breathe but that hardly means he wants to stop. Hands slide around to Will's hips, grasping the edges of his pants and yanking them down, swift and graceless. Cor fumbles to the foot of the bed, dropping onto his back so he can shuck his own pants as well.
Probably he should make sure there's no reason for them to need to stop again but he's not exactly thinking that clearly. Instead, once they're both naked, he crawls back up the bed. This time Cor stretches out on his side, reaching for Will's hip to turn him up onto his side as well to face him. Side by side, equals, and then one hand pushes back into thick violet strands to pull him in so Cor can kiss him once more.]
[So soon after that frantic rush, even a gentle, lingering touch like this is enough to drag a keening whimper from Will, shuddering violently as he arches into the caress. It would be much, much easier to keep his hands to himself if Cor was still pinning them.....
But that wouldn't get them properly nude like this. So Will lets himself be drawn in once more, melting into the kiss and winding his arms around Cor's neck. There, see? No more roaming hands. He'll be good this time, he promises.]
[He doesn't actually expect Will to keep his hands to himself now. But they'd needed to take those necessary moments to both finish undressing and, more importantly, reel themselves back in so they didn't finish this before they really got started. Will's arms go around his neck and Cor's go around his waist, pressing fully against the smaller man.
A moan is muffled against Will's lips when they shift, even the soft touch of skin on skin enough to steal his breath away. Especially with Will, hard and wanting, pinned against his belly, his own erection pressed into one smooth thigh. Somewhere he knows there are... steps to what comes next but this is where his knowledge becomes a bit to academic to be practically applicable.
Will... please.
An unspoken request, Cor being unwilling to stop kissing him. A soft reminder that he didn't really know what he was doing here as much as he might be good at following his instincts.]
[For a moment, Will doesn't answer. He stays engrossed in the kiss instead, gently catching Cor's lower lip with his teeth, tumbling the practical concerns of the whole affair through his mind now that he's lucid enough to manage it. It's not exactly ideal circumstances, when he has no idea if the locals here even have anything resembling condoms or..... human-safe lubrication. Somehow, he suspects the sort they use on their joints and internal workings wouldn't be a good idea for anyone flesh-and-blood to use.
That is a problem for Future Will to struggle with, because he's not prying himself away from Cor just to go shopping for something he may not even be able to find. He drags his fingers through the slick mess smeared over his thighs instead, twining them with Cor's to guide the older man's hand where it needs to go.]
You'll need to make a little room if you want to fit.
[Cor presses closer and he'd be embarrassed to admit, later- much later, that the idea of condoms never actually crossed his mind. But he follows Will's lead readily enough, fingers slick with precum sliding hesitantly back to drag over his entrance. But no matter how impossibly eager they both are there's... well, it's not enough to stay slick for long. He might not have experience with any of this but he's not a complete fool either.
He'll press one finger against tight muscles, feel the drag of skin on skin, and hesitate once more. His mouth moves to trail kisses along Will's neck, grateful once again that he doesn't have to actually speak. It's not even really a question, or words, just a gentle nudge against Will's mind.
All those months ago when they'd first met Will had stolen a bottle of lotion out of the bathroom, softly spiced and deliciously slick as he'd worked over the tight muscles of Cor's shoulders. That very same bottle had drifted from on the nightstand to in the drawer but it had never actually made it back to the bathroom, more's the pity for Regis. ]
[Lucky for them they've got each other, hmmm? Cor hadn't even considered condoms, and Will had honestly forgotten entirely about that little theft. (Sorry, Regis.) He doesn't even want to move to get it, with Cor's mouth drawling a trail of heat across his throat.....
So he doesn't. He just shudders under the press of soft lips instead, holding a hand out to let the drawer open and the bottle come to him. He'll even be generous and apply it for Cor, so he doesn't have to stop what he's doing. Isn't he nice? And entirely not self-serving at all? He might even be extra nice and apply the rest of it for Cor, too.....]
[It's, honestly, a little startling, feeling the sudden tangle of slick fingers against his own. He jerks back from Will's throat for a moment to blink down at him. But... he hadn't-
Right. Telekinesis. He'll learn to anticipate that eventually.
Taking the moment to draw back gives him an opportunity to redirect, moving to kiss the boy in his arms, deep and demanding, the kiss a slight distraction. He doesn't want anything to hurt Will and he sort of expects this to be uncomfortable? Wouldn't it be? Better not to think too hard about any of that, instead letting his fingers resume their previous exploration. For all he might anticipate it being uncomfortable it is surprisingly easy, now with the additional lubrication, to slide one of those thick fingers inside of Will.
He has every intention to pay close attention to every little detail, any shift in his breathing or tension in his body that might indicate discomfort. What actually happens is a moan deep in his chest, the very idea of the tight heat of the younger man's body around him enough to make all other thoughts melt away in an instant.]
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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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Date: 2020-01-23 11:20 am (UTC)Each touch feels so different, though..... He can't help but be a little curious to add different kinds of touches, even as his hands roam. This time it's Will that dips his head, seeking out the closest scars he can find to experiment. Soon enough he's testing out feather-light kisses and long, slow licks, gentle sucking and lightly scraping his teeth. Surely getting Cor a little more worked up will only help him get past that anxiety, right?]
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Date: 2020-01-23 11:33 am (UTC)Cor curls forward, one hand slamming into Will's hair, fingers twisting hard though Cor has no idea if he wants to pull him away so he can find a moment to regain his senses or drag him in closer so he can't possibly stop. His breathing is shaky, hands abandoning their task to instead hold Will close to him. One particularly thick gnarl of scars that curl over his shoulder, from some beast's claws no doubt, is utterly dead. Barely even enough to sense the pressure of lips where the scar itself is. But that only makes the skin on the edges off that scar tissue infinitely more sensitive, leaving him trembling when Will's tongue drags along his collarbone. ]
G-Gods
[Oh Sweet Shiva, he honestly has no idea how to process all of this.]
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Date: 2020-01-23 11:55 am (UTC)The sounds he breathes into Cor's skin only grow increasingly heated as he works, breath coming in harsh, ragged pants, wracked with sharp shudders as he struggles to cling to some semblance of composure. He's eager to sample every inch of skin he can reach with his mouth, to learn what coaxes the strongest reaction from Cor in each place, even trying out sharp nips here and there as he grows bolder. There is a certain eagerness of service, after all, that comes from being so thoroughly rewarded by giving Cor exactly what he likes.....
Even the marks too far down for his mouth to reach at the moment get at least a little more testing, now that it's apparent just how much Cor likes teeth. Maybe he'll try dragging his nails over a few scars, even a nipple, and see if that works nearly as well.....]
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Date: 2020-01-23 10:38 pm (UTC)He was very much mistaken.
Nails scrape over the little dips and swells of the marks on his body and Cor arches into it, moaning openly at the sensations, awed by the intensity of it. At least until Will lets his fingers catch on his nipple and then the Marshal goes rigid, a startled cry on his lips, tension coiling tight and then releasing in such a rush that he collapses against Will. All the strength he had to keep himself upright gives out and he topples forward, pushing Will back down to the bed. This time there's no cautious support of his weight, only a desperate need to touch as much skin as possible.]
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Date: 2020-01-23 11:04 pm (UTC)What he's not used to, however, is quite this much weight dragging him down. He lets out a little startled noise as they both topple over, the sheer size of Cor crushing the breath right out of him. He'll definitely need to remember how sensitive Cor's nipples are, if this is any indication.....
It's a little hard to breathe like this, let alone move, but he can't deny the sheer satisfaction of pushing them into this position. Will manages to wrap a leg around Cor's waist to encourage him, head dipping once again. This time, teeth and lips seek out Cor's neck, far more aggressively than before; maybe it's about time Cor learns exactly why marking Will leaves him such a squirming, needy mess.]
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Date: 2020-01-24 04:50 am (UTC)Of course he should have been more careful and his mind tries to scramble up from that space where all that matters is the heat between them, the want that takes his breath away.
Before he manages it, though, Will's wrapping around him and this time it's Cor that is clutching at Will, achingly hard and pressing down against the younger man. His teeth find purchase on Cor's neck and the next sound that escapes is strangled and needy. His hands don't know what to do, where to go, and it's impossible to think of anything beyond more like this. So all he can manage is to wrap a hand around Will's thigh, pulling his leg tighter around him, hips jerking as he grinds against the other man.]
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Date: 2020-01-24 05:46 am (UTC)All he can manage instead is writhing helplessly as he's ground into the bed, his other leg coming up to lock itself around Cor's waist and pull him down against him tighter still. The sound he makes into the curve of Cor's neck is nearly inhuman, nails raking down the older man's back, biting down hard as he struggles to keep from coming then and there. If Cor doesn't fuck him now, though, when will he? Even just feeling Cor grinding against him like this, hot and hard and impossibly huge.....
Mew, that's just unfair.
It's tougher to squeeze a hand between them than he'd realized, and there's almost no room to try and unfasten Cor's pants or his own--he would probably be exponentially easier if he unwrapped his legs, but giving up that kind of pressure and friction is already unthinkable, especially when it feels like he's hovering so close to the edge already. Still, how much better is even this much going to feel skin on skin?
Buttons are a little too complicated to navigate mentally, considering he can barely even string together a thought right now--but just grabbing their pants to yank them off once he's managed to unfasten them? Even in this state, he can manage that much.]
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Date: 2020-01-24 06:09 am (UTC)But how can he? how can he with Will's hand worming between them and Cor's pants are bunched awkwardly around his thighs by the time he is able to figure out a way to think>.
His hands are so much broader than Will's, so much more powerful. It only takes a moment for him to capture Will's wrists, one in each hand. The initial thought is just to pull them away from his body. The only comfortable way to do that though-
Wills hands end up pinned above his head to the pillows, wrists crossed and squeezed hard together by one of Cor's hands. Blue eyes, usually so vibrant, darkened to steel in his need and the sound he makes is caught between a moan and an outright growl.]
Wait...
[He even tries to get his knees under him, to put the smallest bit of space between them. Sweet Shiva, he doesn't want it to be all rushed and reckless the first time. That's why he's waited as long as he has but it's so very hard to keep his sanity under the onslaught of Will's mouth and hands and-]
Please, dulcissime. Just... give me a second.
[At least to catch his fucking breath.]
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Date: 2020-01-24 06:36 am (UTC)Y-yeah.....
[Being made to wait can only help him clear his head too, as Cor manages to start calming down and focusing. He knows it's the correct thing to do. So why does it have to feel like the worst idea ever, being denied such intoxicating friction and pressure and heat?]
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Date: 2020-01-24 06:56 am (UTC)He needs to breathe but that hardly means he wants to stop. Hands slide around to Will's hips, grasping the edges of his pants and yanking them down, swift and graceless. Cor fumbles to the foot of the bed, dropping onto his back so he can shuck his own pants as well.
Probably he should make sure there's no reason for them to need to stop again but he's not exactly thinking that clearly. Instead, once they're both naked, he crawls back up the bed. This time Cor stretches out on his side, reaching for Will's hip to turn him up onto his side as well to face him. Side by side, equals, and then one hand pushes back into thick violet strands to pull him in so Cor can kiss him once more.]
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Date: 2020-01-24 07:14 am (UTC)But that wouldn't get them properly nude like this. So Will lets himself be drawn in once more, melting into the kiss and winding his arms around Cor's neck. There, see? No more roaming hands. He'll be good this time, he promises.]
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Date: 2020-01-24 09:25 am (UTC)A moan is muffled against Will's lips when they shift, even the soft touch of skin on skin enough to steal his breath away. Especially with Will, hard and wanting, pinned against his belly, his own erection pressed into one smooth thigh. Somewhere he knows there are... steps to what comes next but this is where his knowledge becomes a bit to academic to be practically applicable.
Will... please.
An unspoken request, Cor being unwilling to stop kissing him. A soft reminder that he didn't really know what he was doing here as much as he might be good at following his instincts.]
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Date: 2020-01-24 07:02 pm (UTC)That is a problem for Future Will to struggle with, because he's not prying himself away from Cor just to go shopping for something he may not even be able to find. He drags his fingers through the slick mess smeared over his thighs instead, twining them with Cor's to guide the older man's hand where it needs to go.]
You'll need to make a little room if you want to fit.
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Date: 2020-01-25 11:30 am (UTC)He'll press one finger against tight muscles, feel the drag of skin on skin, and hesitate once more. His mouth moves to trail kisses along Will's neck, grateful once again that he doesn't have to actually speak. It's not even really a question, or words, just a gentle nudge against Will's mind.
All those months ago when they'd first met Will had stolen a bottle of lotion out of the bathroom, softly spiced and deliciously slick as he'd worked over the tight muscles of Cor's shoulders. That very same bottle had drifted from on the nightstand to in the drawer but it had never actually made it back to the bathroom, more's the pity for Regis. ]
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Date: 2020-01-25 07:13 pm (UTC)So he doesn't. He just shudders under the press of soft lips instead, holding a hand out to let the drawer open and the bottle come to him. He'll even be generous and apply it for Cor, so he doesn't have to stop what he's doing. Isn't he nice?
And entirely not self-serving at all?He might even be extra nice and apply the rest of it for Cor, too.....]no subject
Date: 2020-01-31 10:06 am (UTC)Right. Telekinesis. He'll learn to anticipate that eventually.
Taking the moment to draw back gives him an opportunity to redirect, moving to kiss the boy in his arms, deep and demanding, the kiss a slight distraction. He doesn't want anything to hurt Will and he sort of expects this to be uncomfortable? Wouldn't it be? Better not to think too hard about any of that, instead letting his fingers resume their previous exploration. For all he might anticipate it being uncomfortable it is surprisingly easy, now with the additional lubrication, to slide one of those thick fingers inside of Will.
He has every intention to pay close attention to every little detail, any shift in his breathing or tension in his body that might indicate discomfort. What actually happens is a moan deep in his chest, the very idea of the tight heat of the younger man's body around him enough to make all other thoughts melt away in an instant.]
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