[ It only somewhat bothers him that he didn't get to say everything he thought. And only somewhat because it seems like his feelings came through anyway; the way that he holds onto him; how he pants slightly each time his lips pull away from Will's neck only to press more needy kisses against his skin.
He knows how his body stills at hearing him say his name. The desire rises through him; he can feel it almost like the same fire that burned in his chest upon his awakening. Some sense tries to come back to him. A voice tells him: Be reasonable. If you keep acting this way, won't it be shameful to return to the carriage? He is still this country's king.
Of course, he dismisses that voice. It's small and only clinging to sense because he's drowning in the feelings he's been holding onto for so long. Be silent. The time has come to tell his thoughts to be quiet. Especially since it is not just up to him - the request he has for him; the command; the curiosity of what he's been holding in his heart has been given.
It's time to answer the voice that weakly protests and Will. ]
I'll show you every part of my heart. [ He has to adjust how they're holding one another; they have to part. He intends to lay his coat down on the ground - for as much comfort as he can give him. ] You are my captain, but even before that, you're the person I love first and foremost. [ As he steps back, he holds onto Will's arm - his hand sliding down the sleeve until his fingers touch skin, he gently turns his hand over, he brings it up to press a longing kiss on the inside of his wrist.
It's the most control he can continue to have before he starts roughly pulling his clothes off - remembering only to put the coat down as he initially intended to do. He did think to pull Will's clothes off but knew he would rip them off in impatience.
Strohl doesn't care about that as much with his clothes, but if he hears the sound of the material tearing, he fears what would be left of his senses. ]
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He knows how his body stills at hearing him say his name. The desire rises through him; he can feel it almost like the same fire that burned in his chest upon his awakening. Some sense tries to come back to him. A voice tells him: Be reasonable. If you keep acting this way, won't it be shameful to return to the carriage? He is still this country's king.
Of course, he dismisses that voice. It's small and only clinging to sense because he's drowning in the feelings he's been holding onto for so long. Be silent. The time has come to tell his thoughts to be quiet. Especially since it is not just up to him - the request he has for him; the command; the curiosity of what he's been holding in his heart has been given.
It's time to answer the voice that weakly protests and Will. ]
I'll show you every part of my heart. [ He has to adjust how they're holding one another; they have to part. He intends to lay his coat down on the ground - for as much comfort as he can give him. ] You are my captain, but even before that, you're the person I love first and foremost. [ As he steps back, he holds onto Will's arm - his hand sliding down the sleeve until his fingers touch skin, he gently turns his hand over, he brings it up to press a longing kiss on the inside of his wrist.
It's the most control he can continue to have before he starts roughly pulling his clothes off - remembering only to put the coat down as he initially intended to do. He did think to pull Will's clothes off but knew he would rip them off in impatience.
Strohl doesn't care about that as much with his clothes, but if he hears the sound of the material tearing, he fears what would be left of his senses. ]