[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 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. ]