[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.]
[Will only barely has enough time to register the smirk and realize his mistake before he's put solidly in his place. Even that much is enough to earn a sharp cry, grinding down against Cor's fingers in mindless desperation until he's left devastatingly empty. How can you bear that pathetic pleading noise, Cor?]
[Okay hearing that pitiful sound is enough to make him take pit on Will. He curls an arm around the boy's small frame, draws him close to his chest. Then Cor rolls easily onto his back, free hand sliding down to guide one of Will's legs around his waist, settling the psychic above him, straddling him.
Will had said he would take it out of his hands, at first at least. A reassurance that he's not going to actually hurt his lover. Maybe he'll be able to move a little more freely once he's seen proof of that. For now at least Cor lays back beneath the younger man, hands spread over pale thighs, gasping softly at the weight of Will's body above him, trapping his cock against his own belly.]
[The victory goes to Cor, even if he does relent so quickly; he's just too worked up to be teased that mercilessly without his self-control slipping, just a little.
He can at least accept waiting a little, though--just long enough to get ready. Will presses his knees into the mattress and lifts himself up just enough to slide a lotion-slicked hand between them, wrapping around Cor's cock to give him a few long, slow strokes to ensure a thorough coating. There, now he won't have a thing to worry about, right?]
Cor feels like there should be infinitely more care given, more preparations. Certainly more than just a slick hand wrapped around him. Not that he can voice any of those concerns, not with Will's hand working over him. His hands clench on Will's thighs, fingers digging into the muscle there, hips bucking up into the circle of delicate fingers.
Cor is not the type to curse often but that is more than enough to drag a word out between clenched teeth as he arches under the boy.]
[If he weren't still buzzing with need himself, he might smirk at that little victory, or even toss a little more sass at him. After all, fucking is the plan, right? He doesn't need to tell him twice.
Instead he simply takes a steadying breath and raises himself further, free hand slipping between them as well. Cor did a pretty good job already, so it doesn't take him much longer to feel ready--more than ready, given the impatience he's struggling to contain.
Soon enough, he's guiding Cor into position and pressing down onto him. It's agonizingly slow to adjust, but necessary, as much as he wishes otherwise; even the head is enough to leave him gasping at the unexpected girth.]
[It's that same impatience that has Cor so worried. Especially because once Will finally situates himself where he wants to be, finally begins to press down around him Cor can't help jerking up against him. One involuntary buck of his hips before his hands move to Will's hips, clinging tightly to him, fingers pressing bruises into delicate skin.
For a long moment he doesn't even dare to breathe, the delicious heat of the younger man's body too much to leave room for anything else. No breath, no thoughts, nothing but the overwhelming rush of pleasure. He mouths the other man's name, not enough air to really give voice to that one syllable.
It's so overwhelming, too much, too perfect, just like everything else about Will.]
[Will's breath catches sharply, let out in a shuddering sigh; he hadn't actually been expecting the sudden jolt of movement, the pressure of Cor thrusting up into him so abruptly. It does hurt, to a degree--Cor is..... exceptional, after all. Even with their preparation, it's a lot to get used to all at once. But even so, the wave of Cor's pleasure crashing over his mind that mingles with it.....
It's a dizzying contrast, one that's only drawn out further as Cor's fingers bite brutally into his hips. Will is only too glad to lean into it while his head is still swimming, pressing himself down to take Cor to the hilt in one long, deliberate motion. Why not, at this point? They're far past the point of easing into it, now--better to get used to it all at once, in that case, while the shock of sensation is still fresh.]
[That harsh grip on Will's hips is the only thing keeping him from being swept away by the intensity of it all. The breath he's been holding trembles in his chest until suddenly Will presses that final bit down, skin to skin, buried completely inside of the other man. It bursts from him in a sob, sharp and sudden, almost as though responding to a blow. In some ways the sudden blinding rush of sensation is exactly that.
How could he have ever begun to imagine it would be like this?
Will settles over him and Cor drags in desperate breaths, the hold on his hips gentling, thumbs stroking over the bruises already beginning to form. It takes a long moment for him to be able to open his eyes, to look up at Will, steely gaze caught on the place where they are connected first, trying to process the reality of it all. Being inside another person, connected as intimately as one can be to another.
He moves carefully, pushing himself up on one elbow, one hand reaching up to slide behind Will's head, urging him down for a kiss. It's more a brush of lips than a proper kiss, Cor too breathless and overwhelmed to do more than that, sweet and reverent and for a moment there's the sting of tears in his eyes, making it that much harder to swallow. Lips move up to the pale, delicate skin beside one violet eye, finally uncovered for him and when he speaks there is that threat of tears from the sheer overwhelming rush of emotions and sensations and things he'd never known he was missing.]
No. No, that's not..... what sobbing usually means. He can't pick up on any sadness or pain, even when he opens his mind to listen for them more deliberately. How can he not be worried, though? It's not even remotely what he'd expected. He hadn't expected he even could hurt Cor by doing this, but on the off chance he did.....
It's fine. Everything is fine. Cor just..... needs a minute, that's all. Will allows himself to be coaxed down (is it always this awkward for Cor, compensating for the height difference?) for something like a kiss, flushing pink at the soft brush of lips fluttering against his own and moving up higher still.
This is just..... He's not sure how to handle it, shockingly rough and unbearably sweet in turns. He's used to sex just being sex, but this depth of emotion, this kind of tenderness..... It's hard not to tear up a little himself. Will closes his eyes and melts into it instead, one hand moving to cover the one still curved over his hip.]
[Maybe if he were younger he'd have the good sense to embarrassed by being so emotional like this. As it is, he can't help it and he wouldn't even if he could. It is emotional, terrifying in some ways and heart-wrenching in others. He'd kept everyone at arm's length for so many years that opening himself up like this is overwhelming in ways he'd never been able to predict.
Nothing is simple or straightforward with Cor, always layers and layers of meaning and this is no different.
Will's hand covers his and he stretches his fingers out a little, his thumb looping over Will's to pin it against his hip. Lips brush over his ear, a soft groan before Cor lets himself sink back against the bed, savoring the feel of the younger man above him. His other hand comes back to Will's thigh, caressing up to his hip then back down, idle patterns with his fingers.]
Gods, you're amazing. [As he speaks he stretches subtly beneath Will, not quite an arch but a tensing of muscles that shifts them both ever so slightly bringing another gasp to Cor's lips.]
[It's enough to leave him shuddering under the soft touches, moving instinctively to meet Cor as the older man shifts under him, eager for pressure he just can't make deeper in this position. Sweet sentiments and adoration are wonderful, but Mew he needs more, and he needs it months ago.
Will doesn't answer Cor this time--not verbally, at least. He starts moving on top of him instead, with slow but insistent rolls of his hips. Cor may not trust mounts, after such bad experiences with them, but him? He's very comfortable with being a rider, no matter how turbulent the journey may get.]
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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?
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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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Date: 2020-02-10 02:05 am (UTC)[Okay hearing that pitiful sound is enough to make him take pit on Will. He curls an arm around the boy's small frame, draws him close to his chest. Then Cor rolls easily onto his back, free hand sliding down to guide one of Will's legs around his waist, settling the psychic above him, straddling him.
Will had said he would take it out of his hands, at first at least. A reassurance that he's not going to actually hurt his lover. Maybe he'll be able to move a little more freely once he's seen proof of that. For now at least Cor lays back beneath the younger man, hands spread over pale thighs, gasping softly at the weight of Will's body above him, trapping his cock against his own belly.]
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Date: 2020-02-10 02:21 am (UTC)He can at least accept waiting a little, though--just long enough to get ready. Will presses his knees into the mattress and lifts himself up just enough to slide a lotion-slicked hand between them, wrapping around Cor's cock to give him a few long, slow strokes to ensure a thorough coating. There, now he won't have a thing to worry about, right?]
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Date: 2020-02-10 02:28 am (UTC)Cor feels like there should be infinitely more care given, more preparations. Certainly more than just a slick hand wrapped around him. Not that he can voice any of those concerns, not with Will's hand working over him. His hands clench on Will's thighs, fingers digging into the muscle there, hips bucking up into the circle of delicate fingers.
Cor is not the type to curse often but that is more than enough to drag a word out between clenched teeth as he arches under the boy.]
Fuck
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Date: 2020-02-10 02:41 am (UTC)Instead he simply takes a steadying breath and raises himself further, free hand slipping between them as well. Cor did a pretty good job already, so it doesn't take him much longer to feel ready--more than ready, given the impatience he's struggling to contain.
Soon enough, he's guiding Cor into position and pressing down onto him. It's agonizingly slow to adjust, but necessary, as much as he wishes otherwise; even the head is enough to leave him gasping at the unexpected girth.]
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Date: 2020-02-10 04:12 am (UTC)For a long moment he doesn't even dare to breathe, the delicious heat of the younger man's body too much to leave room for anything else. No breath, no thoughts, nothing but the overwhelming rush of pleasure. He mouths the other man's name, not enough air to really give voice to that one syllable.
It's so overwhelming, too much, too perfect, just like everything else about Will.]
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Date: 2020-02-10 06:02 am (UTC)It's a dizzying contrast, one that's only drawn out further as Cor's fingers bite brutally into his hips. Will is only too glad to lean into it while his head is still swimming, pressing himself down to take Cor to the hilt in one long, deliberate motion. Why not, at this point? They're far past the point of easing into it, now--better to get used to it all at once, in that case, while the shock of sensation is still fresh.]
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Date: 2020-02-10 02:34 pm (UTC)How could he have ever begun to imagine it would be like this?
Will settles over him and Cor drags in desperate breaths, the hold on his hips gentling, thumbs stroking over the bruises already beginning to form. It takes a long moment for him to be able to open his eyes, to look up at Will, steely gaze caught on the place where they are connected first, trying to process the reality of it all. Being inside another person, connected as intimately as one can be to another.
He moves carefully, pushing himself up on one elbow, one hand reaching up to slide behind Will's head, urging him down for a kiss. It's more a brush of lips than a proper kiss, Cor too breathless and overwhelmed to do more than that, sweet and reverent and for a moment there's the sting of tears in his eyes, making it that much harder to swallow. Lips move up to the pale, delicate skin beside one violet eye, finally uncovered for him and when he speaks there is that threat of tears from the sheer overwhelming rush of emotions and sensations and things he'd never known he was missing.]
I love you.
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Date: 2020-02-10 07:52 pm (UTC)No. No, that's not..... what sobbing usually means. He can't pick up on any sadness or pain, even when he opens his mind to listen for them more deliberately. How can he not be worried, though? It's not even remotely what he'd expected. He hadn't expected he even could hurt Cor by doing this, but on the off chance he did.....
It's fine. Everything is fine. Cor just..... needs a minute, that's all. Will allows himself to be coaxed down (is it always this awkward for Cor, compensating for the height difference?) for something like a kiss, flushing pink at the soft brush of lips fluttering against his own and moving up higher still.
This is just..... He's not sure how to handle it, shockingly rough and unbearably sweet in turns. He's used to sex just being sex, but this depth of emotion, this kind of tenderness..... It's hard not to tear up a little himself. Will closes his eyes and melts into it instead, one hand moving to cover the one still curved over his hip.]
I love you, too.
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Date: 2020-02-10 08:28 pm (UTC)Nothing is simple or straightforward with Cor, always layers and layers of meaning and this is no different.
Will's hand covers his and he stretches his fingers out a little, his thumb looping over Will's to pin it against his hip. Lips brush over his ear, a soft groan before Cor lets himself sink back against the bed, savoring the feel of the younger man above him. His other hand comes back to Will's thigh, caressing up to his hip then back down, idle patterns with his fingers.]
Gods, you're amazing. [As he speaks he stretches subtly beneath Will, not quite an arch but a tensing of muscles that shifts them both ever so slightly bringing another gasp to Cor's lips.]
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Date: 2020-02-11 01:53 am (UTC)Will doesn't answer Cor this time--not verbally, at least. He starts moving on top of him instead, with slow but insistent rolls of his hips. Cor may not trust mounts, after such bad experiences with them, but him? He's very comfortable with being a rider, no matter how turbulent the journey may get.]
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