[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.]
[This is what he'd wanted, needed really. For Will to take the lead for a little bit, to show him what he could handle. It eases the murmur of anxiety in the back of his mind, quiets it so that he can simply enjoy having the younger man with him like this.
Then Will goes and starts rolling his hips like that and Cor's fingers tighten on his hips once more, whatever words of praise he might have had blurring together into a moan. The slow pace Will starts is magnificent but it's not enough, not after so much waiting. If it's not enough for him he knows damn well it's not enough for Will. Cor uses the grip he has on Will's hips, encouraging him, gradually coaxing him to move a little faster, maybe even lift himself a little more as he rocks.
It took them so very long to get to this point. Cor doesn't want to rush now but his seemingly endless restraint and patience do, in fact, have a breaking point.]
[He's doing his best to be considerate, to take things slow--to give Cor something properly sweet and romantic, the way he'd wanted. After all, shouldn't his first time be everything he's dreamed of and more? Everything he'd never allowed himself to have, everything he deserves, so he really understands what he'd been missing?
The silent coaxing is permission enough to ease them into something a little more satisfying, though. Will can't hold back the needy whimpers as he starts moving more decisively. The speed builds only gradually, but the force behind it--that doesn't take long until he's clearly determined to take Cor deep and hard with every stroke.]
[It is sweet and romantic. The fact that they've gotten here at all, that Will is able to trust him like this, to literally remove his mask and let Cor into his heart. Putting a little more intensity into it is certainly not going to negate that.
Something that is hopefully made clear when Cor gradually flexes his hips, pressing up to meet Will on each down stroke. The first one draws a sharp sound from him, leaves him trembling for a moment. It's all so overwhelming. But he becomes more accustomed to the surge of pleasure quickly enough.]
[Whimpers melt into moans as Cor starts moving with him, tight grip on his hips guiding them together more decisively. It's hard not to be swept away like this, between the overwhelming intensity from Cor and just how long and how badly he's wanted this. He'd known Cor wouldn't disappoint--but even so, he hadn't imagined it would be quite like this.
It's..... nice, to just let this be exactly what it is. To not get preoccupied with masks, or images, or self-control, or denial. To not think at all, when he's used to trying to plan everything so carefully that it seems utterly careless. It's not long before he's riding Cor in earnest, each thrust driving a cry from him as it hits home.]
[So much of what Cor does is filled with that single-minded focus and intensity, of course the same would apply to this as well. There's no room for any thoughts or worries of self control on his end, either. Something that, despite their vast differences in experience leaves things more even than one might have expected.
That first cry from Will has Cor stilling beneath him, surprised, worried for a moment. But Will doesn't stop so Cor moves to match his rhythm again. The second cry drawing a possessive rumble from the Marshal, fingers clenching tight on Will's hips, then easing off again. Hearing him react like that, seeing evidence of the younger man's pleasure, that alone is enough to push Cor further himself. Gods, Will is breathtaking. And there's such a rush that comes with being able to bring his boy that kind of pleasure as well.]
[Is there anything Cor doesn't do with his whole heart, with his full discipline and willpower behind it? Even something like this, just making him his.....
It's just too much to take all at once, now that he's finally allowed to have it. He fights to hold on as long as he can, but it's so intense, and he's so completely filled, and the way he's looking at him..... It's the possessiveness in that steely gaze that finally pushes Will over the edge, muscles spasming around him as he comes undone. If Cor thought he screamed before.....]
[There's some measure of disconnect in his mind, feeling Will moving above him, drowning in the pleasure of that... but somehow there's still part of him that expects there to be a measure of pain for the smaller man. Surely it can't feel... that good. Not that Cor has the presence of mind to move a hand from Will's hips, to touch him in return.
So the sudden shift of his body, the way he tightens around Cor, the sound that comes out of him. It's all so surprising. For a moment Cor stills inside of him, hands trembling on Will's hips, watching him fall apart, hesitant to move. Would it hurt him? Can he even move with how impossibly tight Will is around him? How can he be so beautiful?
His breath stutters, hands holding Will firmly in place. Without Will working himself up and down Cor is able to use his grip to keep the smaller man still, thrusting up into him with more force than he'd have let himself if he weren't so caught up in it all. Faster, harder, a pace that one would expect from someone whose body is as carefully honed as Cor's. It's something he can only maintain briefly, though, what starts as a punishing rhythm falling apart in seconds. As much as he tries to keep his gaze on Will eventually he arches up beneath him, head thrown back, a rough cry tearing free from his throat as he finds his release inside the younger man.]
[Caught in a grip like that, there's no way Will could move even if he wanted to. He writhes helplessly in place instead, voice pitching shrill and desperate as Cor pounds into him at a brutal pace. There's no way it couldn't hurt, not with how strong Cor is, not with how big he is, but getting fucked straight through his climax like that--
Mew, he doesn't want him to stop. He's covered in his own cum by the time Cor stills beneath him, panting and dazed, still shuddering with the aftershocks. There's no question that he's going to be feeling this in the morning..... but he thinks he'll savor those aches once they come, just as much as he's savoring being filled and stretched tight now.]
[Will isn't the only one dazed. His body trembling as he gradually slumps back down to the bed, bringing Will down with him. Shaking hands skim up Will's sides, gentle after how fiercely he'd held him a moment before. Slowly, Cor comes back to himself, blinking up at Will, breath coming in soft gasps.
Some part of him insists that he should say something, that there are words for this. But he cannot, for the life of him, find them. So for now he contents himself with stroking his hands over his lover's body, trying to steady some of the shakiness in both of them until Will is ready to move. Mind hazy with pleasure and awed once more at how heart-stoppingly perfect his boy is. ]
[Mmmm, this is nice. A little gentleness after that kind of force, soft touches against nerves still buzzing with sensitivity, a warm afterglow and the weight of descending exhaustion reminding him of just how long he's been awake and how much has happened.....
It's been a long, long night.
He doesn't really want to move at all, to be honest. He wants to lie right where he is on Cor's chest, murmuring wordless adoration and pressing lazy kisses into warm skin. Can't he just stay right here?]
[Staying right here sounds like a wonderful idea, really. Will settles in against his chest and Cor immediately wraps his arms around him, holding his boy close to his heart. There's a flash of blue, the crystalline tinkle of the armiger a familiar sound as the blanket beneath them vanishes only to drape over them a second later.
Frivolous use of magic? Most certainly.
Cor's fingers curl into Will's hair, gently drawing sweaty strands away from his face and neck. Then he stretches out his other hand, one more spark of magic and the soft material of Will's mask settles on the nightstand, there and waiting for him whenever he needs it again. As soon as that's done both hands are on Will, petting his hair and shoulders, savoring the weight of him. ]
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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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Date: 2020-02-11 02:20 am (UTC)Then Will goes and starts rolling his hips like that and Cor's fingers tighten on his hips once more, whatever words of praise he might have had blurring together into a moan. The slow pace Will starts is magnificent but it's not enough, not after so much waiting. If it's not enough for him he knows damn well it's not enough for Will. Cor uses the grip he has on Will's hips, encouraging him, gradually coaxing him to move a little faster, maybe even lift himself a little more as he rocks.
It took them so very long to get to this point. Cor doesn't want to rush now but his seemingly endless restraint and patience do, in fact, have a breaking point.]
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Date: 2020-02-11 02:34 am (UTC)The silent coaxing is permission enough to ease them into something a little more satisfying, though. Will can't hold back the needy whimpers as he starts moving more decisively. The speed builds only gradually, but the force behind it--that doesn't take long until he's clearly determined to take Cor deep and hard with every stroke.]
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Date: 2020-02-11 02:50 am (UTC)Something that is hopefully made clear when Cor gradually flexes his hips, pressing up to meet Will on each down stroke. The first one draws a sharp sound from him, leaves him trembling for a moment. It's all so overwhelming. But he becomes more accustomed to the surge of pleasure quickly enough.]
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Date: 2020-02-13 10:33 pm (UTC)It's..... nice, to just let this be exactly what it is. To not get preoccupied with masks, or images, or self-control, or denial. To not think at all, when he's used to trying to plan everything so carefully that it seems utterly careless. It's not long before he's riding Cor in earnest, each thrust driving a cry from him as it hits home.]
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Date: 2020-02-14 12:13 am (UTC)That first cry from Will has Cor stilling beneath him, surprised, worried for a moment. But Will doesn't stop so Cor moves to match his rhythm again. The second cry drawing a possessive rumble from the Marshal, fingers clenching tight on Will's hips, then easing off again. Hearing him react like that, seeing evidence of the younger man's pleasure, that alone is enough to push Cor further himself. Gods, Will is breathtaking. And there's such a rush that comes with being able to bring his boy that kind of pleasure as well.]
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Date: 2020-02-14 03:14 am (UTC)It's just too much to take all at once, now that he's finally allowed to have it. He fights to hold on as long as he can, but it's so intense, and he's so completely filled, and the way he's looking at him..... It's the possessiveness in that steely gaze that finally pushes Will over the edge, muscles spasming around him as he comes undone. If Cor thought he screamed before.....]
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Date: 2020-02-14 03:58 am (UTC)So the sudden shift of his body, the way he tightens around Cor, the sound that comes out of him. It's all so surprising. For a moment Cor stills inside of him, hands trembling on Will's hips, watching him fall apart, hesitant to move. Would it hurt him? Can he even move with how impossibly tight Will is around him? How can he be so beautiful?
His breath stutters, hands holding Will firmly in place. Without Will working himself up and down Cor is able to use his grip to keep the smaller man still, thrusting up into him with more force than he'd have let himself if he weren't so caught up in it all. Faster, harder, a pace that one would expect from someone whose body is as carefully honed as Cor's. It's something he can only maintain briefly, though, what starts as a punishing rhythm falling apart in seconds. As much as he tries to keep his gaze on Will eventually he arches up beneath him, head thrown back, a rough cry tearing free from his throat as he finds his release inside the younger man.]
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Date: 2020-02-14 04:46 am (UTC)Mew, he doesn't want him to stop. He's covered in his own cum by the time Cor stills beneath him, panting and dazed, still shuddering with the aftershocks. There's no question that he's going to be feeling this in the morning..... but he thinks he'll savor those aches once they come, just as much as he's savoring being filled and stretched tight now.]
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Date: 2020-02-14 06:10 am (UTC)Some part of him insists that he should say something, that there are words for this. But he cannot, for the life of him, find them. So for now he contents himself with stroking his hands over his lover's body, trying to steady some of the shakiness in both of them until Will is ready to move. Mind hazy with pleasure and awed once more at how heart-stoppingly perfect his boy is. ]
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Date: 2020-02-15 02:28 am (UTC)It's been a long, long night.
He doesn't really want to move at all, to be honest. He wants to lie right where he is on Cor's chest, murmuring wordless adoration and pressing lazy kisses into warm skin. Can't he just stay right here?]
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Date: 2020-02-24 02:12 am (UTC)Frivolous use of magic? Most certainly.
Cor's fingers curl into Will's hair, gently drawing sweaty strands away from his face and neck. Then he stretches out his other hand, one more spark of magic and the soft material of Will's mask settles on the nightstand, there and waiting for him whenever he needs it again. As soon as that's done both hands are on Will, petting his hair and shoulders, savoring the weight of him. ]