[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.]
[Will has just enough time to insufferably pleased with himself before Cor gets over his surprise, mischievous smile wiped away by a forceful crush of lips that leaves him struggling to keep up. It is a good distraction, if nothing else; he's relaxed enough that the first press of fingers earns little more than a muffled gasp, nearly drowned out by Cor's own groan.
If that's what a single finger feels like--well, he's sure Cor will be careful, and the wait will be more than worth it. Just..... hopefully not too careful? He's been ready to find out exactly how much he can take for months now.
He presses into the intrusion eagerly enough, but his attention is mostly focused on the kiss. There's something decidedly more deliberate to it now, even as Cor works him over, a slide and tangle of tongues all too ready to fuel his imagination and urge him on]
[Will presses back into his hand and Cor moans again, muffling it against the smaller man's mouth. The kiss may be more deliberate on Will's end. Cor, however, all but falls apart, unable to coordinate that well not with Will rocking back against his hand, finger sliding easily inside of him, stealing his breath as surely as the kiss itself.
He's getting better at holding his breath, at not needing to break away as often or for as long. Like this, though, there isn't enough room for him to remember the little tricks Will has taught him over the months so he quickly resorts to nuzzling against his boy, breath mingling as he explores. Not under the onslaught of sensation. Not when he can take the press of Will's hips and shift his hand just so, curious and cautious as he shifts the angle of his finger. Which means it quickly moves from Will rocking back against him to Cor driving up into him, testing different angles, finding whatever made Will respond to him most and then following it with another finger working into him at the same angle.]
[Soon enough, there's nothing to muffle the noises Cor wrings out of him as he experiments. Every moan and whimper is easy to hear, as close to Cor's ear as his lips are hovering. He does his best to hold still and be patient, to let Cor take things at his own pace--eventually though, he finds an angle that makes Will squeal outright, hips jerking to drive himself down further onto the older man's fingers.]
Cor--
[Does he have to beg for more at this rate? Because if he keeps toying with him like this, he might just.]
[He doesn't mean to toy with him. He really doesn't. It's just all so new to him and, honestly, with two fingers inside the boy he has to doubt that this will really work. Sure, Will whines like that and Cor can't help moaning at how eagerly he moves back against his hand but-]
I... I don't want to hurt you, dulcissime
[Hesitant and breathless against Will's throat, the words rough with desire. As much as he knows, logically, how this works it's a very different thing being in the moment.]
[He knows he's safe, even in such a vulnerable position. Cor is just too worried to go too fast, or be anything but ginger and deliberate, isn't he? He might be considerably more fragile than Cor, but he's not made out of glass.....
At least he has a moment to clear his head and think, in this moment of stillness. What if he just..... took it out of Cor's hands? Made it so he doesn't have any reason to be nervous, because he's not the one responsible for pushing any limits too far?]
Would you feel better if I was the one setting the pace?
[He can hear the frustration in that first assurance, guilt a cool rush, brief but enough to bring him down enough to listen to what Will is saying.
Cor doesn't think Will is fragile but he has no experience with what the human body is capable of in this regard. The whole thing is a little bit scary.]
Maybe... for this. [A hesitant nod, uncertain if all of this is somehow a disappointment for Will, if he's just... ruining everything with his over-protectiveness. He trusts Will to tell him if he's doing something wrong though, even if his mind is insisting otherwise for a moment. The best way he can think of to silence it is to lean in to kiss Will again, a little bit soft, a little apologetic.
[If there's any disappointment in store, it's probably going to be realizing that Cor is almost certainly going to ruin him for anyone else. How is he going to be satisfied with average anymore, when he can already see the sheer size of him? Obviously this is just one more reason they can't break up, he can already tell.
The kiss is almost chaste when Will returns it this time, gentle and reassuring. Cor may be a mess, but he's his mess, and he loves him for it.]
I'll take good care of you, don't worry~ ♥
[Is he really in a position to tease, when he's still shivering around Cor's fingers? Apparently so! At least this clearly hasn't ruined it for him, if he can radiate such mischief in spite of it all.]
[If Will actually told him any of that Cor might just die of embarrassment. But the reassuring kiss and playful tone at least help convince him that he hasn't ruined anything. At least not completely.
The tease does get Will a cocked brow, Cor's own lips curling in a faint smirk, fingers pressing in against the place that had made him make such delicious sounds before. He holds that pressure inside of the younger man for a beat, two, watches his gorgeous reactions before finally withdrawing his fingers entirely, leaving the poor boy empty.]
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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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Date: 2020-01-31 06:54 pm (UTC)If that's what a single finger feels like--well, he's sure Cor will be careful, and the wait will be more than worth it. Just..... hopefully not too careful? He's been ready to find out exactly how much he can take for months now.
He presses into the intrusion eagerly enough, but his attention is mostly focused on the kiss. There's something decidedly more deliberate to it now, even as Cor works him over, a slide and tangle of tongues all too ready to fuel his imagination and urge him on]
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Date: 2020-02-08 08:44 pm (UTC)He's getting better at holding his breath, at not needing to break away as often or for as long. Like this, though, there isn't enough room for him to remember the little tricks Will has taught him over the months so he quickly resorts to nuzzling against his boy, breath mingling as he explores. Not under the onslaught of sensation. Not when he can take the press of Will's hips and shift his hand just so, curious and cautious as he shifts the angle of his finger. Which means it quickly moves from Will rocking back against him to Cor driving up into him, testing different angles, finding whatever made Will respond to him most and then following it with another finger working into him at the same angle.]
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Date: 2020-02-09 02:17 am (UTC)Cor--
[Does he have to beg for more at this rate? Because if he keeps toying with him like this, he might just.]
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Date: 2020-02-09 06:29 pm (UTC)I... I don't want to hurt you, dulcissime
[Hesitant and breathless against Will's throat, the words rough with desire. As much as he knows, logically, how this works it's a very different thing being in the moment.]
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Date: 2020-02-09 07:13 pm (UTC)[He knows he's safe, even in such a vulnerable position. Cor is just too worried to go too fast, or be anything but ginger and deliberate, isn't he? He might be considerably more fragile than Cor, but he's not made out of glass.....
At least he has a moment to clear his head and think, in this moment of stillness. What if he just..... took it out of Cor's hands? Made it so he doesn't have any reason to be nervous, because he's not the one responsible for pushing any limits too far?]
Would you feel better if I was the one setting the pace?
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Date: 2020-02-09 07:35 pm (UTC)Cor doesn't think Will is fragile but he has no experience with what the human body is capable of in this regard. The whole thing is a little bit scary.]
Maybe... for this. [A hesitant nod, uncertain if all of this is somehow a disappointment for Will, if he's just... ruining everything with his over-protectiveness. He trusts Will to tell him if he's doing something wrong though, even if his mind is insisting otherwise for a moment. The best way he can think of to silence it is to lean in to kiss Will again, a little bit soft, a little apologetic.
Sorry he's a mess, dulcissime.]
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Date: 2020-02-09 11:10 pm (UTC)The kiss is almost chaste when Will returns it this time, gentle and reassuring. Cor may be a mess, but he's his mess, and he loves him for it.]
I'll take good care of you, don't worry~ ♥
[Is he really in a position to tease, when he's still shivering around Cor's fingers? Apparently so! At least this clearly hasn't ruined it for him, if he can radiate such mischief in spite of it all.]
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Date: 2020-02-09 11:57 pm (UTC)The tease does get Will a cocked brow, Cor's own lips curling in a faint smirk, fingers pressing in against the place that had made him make such delicious sounds before. He holds that pressure inside of the younger man for a beat, two, watches his gorgeous reactions before finally withdrawing his fingers entirely, leaving the poor boy empty.]
We're taking care of each other.
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