[ His voice lowers rather than joining in the playful tone.
Indeed, for all his romantic plannings, he could not deny the desire tangled deep within. Yet he knew if he chased those thoughts too far, he would be the one who failed.
Their journey together taught him patience; it taught him to build his self-control up so high as to not ruin anything between them. It is how he could remain steadfast as Will grasps so on his coat; he can feel the desperation in his grip. He swallows as his mouth goes dry - and yet he does not stop looking into his eyes.
He won't turn away from him.
Strohl knows that their hearts are beating at the same frantic pace. He tries to suck cool air in as he thinks that he should take back what he said. Perhaps, we should wait. Yet the kiss on the corner of his lips makes him swallow those hateful words. The offer given to him and the rhetorical question undoes him more.
Well, Heismay's ears can't reach this far - and there is no one here to see us.
The thoughts themselves are rational and he thinks he said them but he didn't. Instead, he pulls Will closer into his arms. He dips his head down to take what is offered - that beautiful neck. His mouth presses hot, adoring kisses across the skin. Parting his lips, he lightly bites - nips - before kissing where his mouth has been. Almost like an apology, completely in reverence to him.
Will is his Captain, still; his friend, his light. All of these things he is before he is his king. Someone would have complaints about that, but he shoves those words out of his mind as well and he takes the time just to cling to him tight - he'll let him go soon, but he can't get enough of his taste on his tongue. ]
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[ His voice lowers rather than joining in the playful tone.
Indeed, for all his romantic plannings, he could not deny the desire tangled deep within. Yet he knew if he chased those thoughts too far, he would be the one who failed.
Their journey together taught him patience; it taught him to build his self-control up so high as to not ruin anything between them. It is how he could remain steadfast as Will grasps so on his coat; he can feel the desperation in his grip. He swallows as his mouth goes dry - and yet he does not stop looking into his eyes.
He won't turn away from him.
Strohl knows that their hearts are beating at the same frantic pace. He tries to suck cool air in as he thinks that he should take back what he said. Perhaps, we should wait. Yet the kiss on the corner of his lips makes him swallow those hateful words. The offer given to him and the rhetorical question undoes him more.
Well, Heismay's ears can't reach this far - and there is no one here to see us.
The thoughts themselves are rational and he thinks he said them but he didn't. Instead, he pulls Will closer into his arms. He dips his head down to take what is offered - that beautiful neck. His mouth presses hot, adoring kisses across the skin. Parting his lips, he lightly bites - nips - before kissing where his mouth has been. Almost like an apology, completely in reverence to him.
Will is his Captain, still; his friend, his light. All of these things he is before he is his king. Someone would have complaints about that, but he shoves those words out of his mind as well and he takes the time just to cling to him tight - he'll let him go soon, but he can't get enough of his taste on his tongue. ]