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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[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.