[ There's one last kiss pressed against his neck before the two of them must part. Strohl's response reassures Will that it won't be for very long. Yes, every part -- both the beautiful and the more unsightly shades, the ones that Strohl has potentially spent so very long trying to keep concealed out of fear of impropriety: Will wants to see and experience everything. After all, he's always had an appetite for the unknown.
His heart thrums within his chest as Strohl's hand slides down his sleeve, bare fingertips brushing against naked skin peeking between that same fabric and the cuff of his gloves. And Strohl holds him so gently, lifting the hand to plant another kiss against the pale skin of his wrist. This is how Strohl has always been with him, suspending Will within his hands like something precious even when those very same hands were capable of wielding that giant greatsword of his with ease.
In fact, that very same energy is on full display as Strohl's fingers fall away from Will's wrist to begin tugging his own clothes off. There's a small laugh from Will, though the sound it makes is barely a slight exhale. No matter how measured and controlled Strohl tried to conduct himself, Will knows this is Strohl in his element, fire in his veins while driven by heart as opposed to head.
Not that it means Will isn't any less eager than Strohl. His fingers work deftly to unbutton his own coat, setting it aside before the rest follow shortly afterwards. There's a moment of hesitation as he glances down at Strohl's own laid upon the grass. Like this, it may inevitably result in streaks of dark green. Will has seen how meticulously Strohl minds that one article of clothing, given how it is adorned with his house's crest. But here he is, readily offering it up for the sake of Will's comfort. If that's the case, Will thinks he should ensure that his gratitude for Strohl's thoughtfulness is reflected in his future ministrations.
So he reaches forward, a smile curving upon his lips as he takes Strohl by the hand, coaxing him to join him as he settles on his back. This is far from the first time they'd seen one another like this, given all the times they'd indulged in the Altabury hot springs. And because of that, there is no need for Will to feel self-conscious about the mottled flesh over his heart and the shadows of briars stretching across his chest. It is, however... certainly the first time that Will has laid eyes upon Strohl from this particular angle. His general, the person he has always loved first and foremost, has always been breathtaking, but to see just how deeply Strohl has wanted this based on the flush dusting his cheeks...
He reaches up with both hands, cradling Strohl's face between two palms. ]
Let me see it all, Strohl. Let me feel you, every part of your heart.
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Date: 2025-01-16 03:09 am (UTC)His heart thrums within his chest as Strohl's hand slides down his sleeve, bare fingertips brushing against naked skin peeking between that same fabric and the cuff of his gloves. And Strohl holds him so gently, lifting the hand to plant another kiss against the pale skin of his wrist. This is how Strohl has always been with him, suspending Will within his hands like something precious even when those very same hands were capable of wielding that giant greatsword of his with ease.
In fact, that very same energy is on full display as Strohl's fingers fall away from Will's wrist to begin tugging his own clothes off. There's a small laugh from Will, though the sound it makes is barely a slight exhale. No matter how measured and controlled Strohl tried to conduct himself, Will knows this is Strohl in his element, fire in his veins while driven by heart as opposed to head.
Not that it means Will isn't any less eager than Strohl. His fingers work deftly to unbutton his own coat, setting it aside before the rest follow shortly afterwards. There's a moment of hesitation as he glances down at Strohl's own laid upon the grass. Like this, it may inevitably result in streaks of dark green. Will has seen how meticulously Strohl minds that one article of clothing, given how it is adorned with his house's crest. But here he is, readily offering it up for the sake of Will's comfort. If that's the case, Will thinks he should ensure that his gratitude for Strohl's thoughtfulness is reflected in his future ministrations.
So he reaches forward, a smile curving upon his lips as he takes Strohl by the hand, coaxing him to join him as he settles on his back. This is far from the first time they'd seen one another like this, given all the times they'd indulged in the Altabury hot springs. And because of that, there is no need for Will to feel self-conscious about the mottled flesh over his heart and the shadows of briars stretching across his chest. It is, however... certainly the first time that Will has laid eyes upon Strohl from this particular angle. His general, the person he has always loved first and foremost, has always been breathtaking, but to see just how deeply Strohl has wanted this based on the flush dusting his cheeks...
He reaches up with both hands, cradling Strohl's face between two palms. ]
Let me see it all, Strohl. Let me feel you, every part of your heart.