[ Not a single word makes it past Strohl's lips. There is no need. His actions speak clearly for him as he pulls Will in closer, assenting and capitulating to the question that hangs in the air. In truth, Will had been of a similar mindset. They are out of sight from prying eyes, and while it is said that the walls have ears, there are none to be spotted across what remained of Halia.
Teeth scrape lightly against Will's bared neck, leaving him shuddering at the juxtaposed sensations of each nip immediately followed by a tender caress of Strohl's lips. His hand slides from Strohl's coat as an arm wraps around Strohl instead, fingers curling into his back. Here is the person who'd earnestly declared that Will could rely on him, now and always, that he need only to look over his shoulder whenever he felt weary. There, he would find hope and an outstretched hand ready to catch him should he ever stumble. ]
S-Strohl --
[ The name that rests upon Will's tongue is one that has always tasted the sweetest to him. The light rouge dusting his cheekbones blooms into a deeper pink, spurred on further by the fact that there are no walls to seclude this moment from the rest of the world. And yet, ironically, they might find themselves with less privacy had they been within the palace.
His eyes drift shut as he hums with satisfaction. Now that he's received a taste of Strohl's affections, Will finds himself craving more. It's an unfamiliar feeling, not merely because neither of them had ever laid truly laid their hands upon the other until now, but rather because he'd grown so accustomed to accepting that desire was not something he would ever find nestled within his palms.
He'd been born from desire, the Prince's wish to walk the land. But desire, wishes -- such concepts were never meant for him. What use does one created to serve another's purpose have for yearning? Simply being born from desire did not necessarily mean it was something meant for him. Even now, even after uncovering his identity as the Prince, then as the Euchronian king, he finds the concept of wishing for something for himself quite unusual.
Yet he finds himself here, craving more of what Strohl offers up to him. ]
I... want to know --
[ The fingers at Strohl's back dig a little harder into his coat. ]
Show me how much you've wanted me all this time --
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Teeth scrape lightly against Will's bared neck, leaving him shuddering at the juxtaposed sensations of each nip immediately followed by a tender caress of Strohl's lips. His hand slides from Strohl's coat as an arm wraps around Strohl instead, fingers curling into his back. Here is the person who'd earnestly declared that Will could rely on him, now and always, that he need only to look over his shoulder whenever he felt weary. There, he would find hope and an outstretched hand ready to catch him should he ever stumble. ]
S-Strohl --
[ The name that rests upon Will's tongue is one that has always tasted the sweetest to him. The light rouge dusting his cheekbones blooms into a deeper pink, spurred on further by the fact that there are no walls to seclude this moment from the rest of the world. And yet, ironically, they might find themselves with less privacy had they been within the palace.
His eyes drift shut as he hums with satisfaction. Now that he's received a taste of Strohl's affections, Will finds himself craving more. It's an unfamiliar feeling, not merely because neither of them had ever laid truly laid their hands upon the other until now, but rather because he'd grown so accustomed to accepting that desire was not something he would ever find nestled within his palms.
He'd been born from desire, the Prince's wish to walk the land. But desire, wishes -- such concepts were never meant for him. What use does one created to serve another's purpose have for yearning? Simply being born from desire did not necessarily mean it was something meant for him. Even now, even after uncovering his identity as the Prince, then as the Euchronian king, he finds the concept of wishing for something for himself quite unusual.
Yet he finds himself here, craving more of what Strohl offers up to him. ]
I... want to know --
[ The fingers at Strohl's back dig a little harder into his coat. ]
Show me how much you've wanted me all this time --