[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: 2020-02-14 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. ]