Fin

[willysilver]

It had taken some time to work out the magic for something so grand and so permanant. He'd waited until Fin had finished painting him and then one day when the younger man had gone to work Willy remained in the flat and had set about making the change.

His new body was roughly the same size. Same height. Same shoe size. But his skin was much darker- not as dark as the Phouka, but Willy had decided if he was to change it would be a complete change. His hair grew wild and curly, the white shock disappearing as his mane became a rich, dark colour. His eyes remained green for a bit and then he decided that to should go and as he looked in the mirror his eyes became a rich, dark colour of their own. He wore his own clothes-the black jeans and heavy boots and today a black t-shirt from a Led Zeppelin concert he'd gone to long ago.

It was a massive amount of magic and it left him weary. He went to the sofa and laid down, the television on but set to a music channel. Willy closed his eyes for just a short nap. But he didn't wake up until he heard the lock click and the door begin to open.

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[willysilver]

"I think you are right, but do not discount that people are attracted to you. Not just your face or body. You are a talented actor, Fin. You are gifted. That draws people clo-"

He cut off his words, his entire ability to think and talk obliterated when he felt Fin so close. His skin was cool against Will's thick, hot cock. It nearly drove the fae mad.

[prince_of_nymphs]

"They're not here though, you are, and your attention is all I want tonight," Fin said, perhaps a bit firmly- As though he feared letting talk of strangers into their bed.

Taking hold of Will's cock, he guided the fae into place, lowering himself onto it with a low moan of pleasure.

[willysilver]

Feeling Fin with new nerves...it was like the first time all over again. Will grabbed Fin's narrow hips and held on, panting heavily as the man impaled himself.

"Fuck," he swore. "Fuck...shit...Fin, dear, please," he begged.

[prince_of_nymphs]

Fin moaned with pleasure, then soothed Will with soft touches.

"Shh, it's alright. I'm here, I'm here and I'm yours," he whispered, lifting himself up and then starting to ride the fae.

[willysilver]

Will put both hands on Fin's trim chest to feel him. They slid up to his shoulders and then back down simply to caress him.

"Ohh, I love you so," he moaned, finding Fin's rhythm and matching it, bucking up every time the man dropped down on him.

[prince_of_nymphs]

Fin leaned over him, holding on as he built up a little speed and moaned loudly in pleasure.

"Oh god," he groaned. "Will... You feel- You feel perfect. God I love you. Adore you..."

[willysilver]

Will teased Fin's nipples with his thumbs as he held him up. Eyes wide open, he watched as the man rose and fell, the beauty of his body as he drove the fae out of his mind with lust.

"Fin...Fin," he repeated over and over, the magic of the name swirling around them, tingling and tickling bare skin.

[prince_of_nymphs]

Rolling his hips, Fin bent low to steal a kiss.

"I feel alive with you inside me," he whispered, his fingers tangling in Will's hair as he groaned and started to move again. "You fill me and your pulse becomes my pulse. As though we're sharing one heart."

[willysilver]

Will gasped, the words painting a picture for him of their bodies joined. One heart. Fin's soul shared with the fae. One...

He panted and whimpered and pulled at Fin's hips as he thrust up and in, deep and hard.

"Love...I love...I..." he panted, his mouth going dry. This new body was so sensitive to touch. Fingers in his har, the rhythm of Fin's body, every touch, every whisper...taken all together it undid him. "Close...So close..."

[prince_of_nymphs]

"Too soon," Fin scolded playfully, breathless and smiling as he slowed his rhythm and relaxed his hold.

"Do I dare deny a prince?" he teased, wetting his lips with a flick of his tongue.

[willysilver]

The change in rhythm, the loosened grip, they were enough to pull him back from the edge and he moaned and relaxed beneath Fin.

"Do you dare?" he asked, hands smoothing over Fin's thighs, up and down, then he took the man in hand. "Dare I deny you? I think not."

[prince_of_nymphs]

"Oh- I don't want to be denied," Fin moaned, starting to ride Will harder as he began to chase his own pleasure as well.

[willysilver]

"I will never...never deny you. Pet. Precious. Love," he gasped, pulling Fin off at a rhythm that met the pace of their bodies. His own need rose again, bringing him to the edge where he hovered, willing himself not to tumble just yet He wanted to feel Fin's cold seed on him before he lost himself.

[prince_of_nymphs]

Fin rode him harder, faster, panting and gasping as his fingers tangled in the fae's hair again.

"Oh... Oh, fuck," he babbled softly, his eyes falling shut as his hips rocked and legs worked hard beneath him. Lifting, falling, and then coming with a cry of pleasure.

[willysilver]

It was slick and wet and dirty and Will couldn't hold back any longer. It had taken monumental effort to hold off even this long. He bit his lip and winced, then cried out as he came, hot and wet, deep inside Fin. As soon as he was spent he was utterly boneless, lazy arms holding Fin and pulling him down to lay on his, chest to chest. Heatbeat shared. Soul one for both of them.

[prince_of_nymphs]

Fin crumpled easily against the fae, arms tight around him as he buried his face in Willy's hair.

"I love you Willy. My Will. My evermore," he whispered.

[willysilver]

"My Chosen," he replied softly. Fingers traced lines up and down Fin's back, finding the shape of his spine and ribs and shoulder blades. "I am so terribly in love with you, Finlay. Forever."

[prince_of_nymphs]

"As I am you," Fin assured him, toying with one of the fae's unruly locks. "My heart is yours, Will. Forever more, until the end."

[willysilver]

"No matter what," the fae agreed, his lids heavy. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the weight of Fin, though he couldn't smell anything but himself.

[prince_of_nymphs]

"Are you tired still?" Fin asked softly, moving carefully to lay beside the fae, his arm still tight around him, and his head on his chest. "You should sleep,"

[willysilver]

"I will sleep, I think, and with you. Rest with me, precious. Let me hold you as I dream of grand music," he said, pleased and drowsy. Lazy arms held Fin and he gladly closed his eyes and let his breath slow.