willysilver

Fin could feel Will's magic, and the moment they were both free of their shirts, Fin was on him again, touching, kissing freshly bared skin- Then drawing away.

Fin always had that underlying need to be desired and chased, and he was always slightly provocative with his sexuality. Now though- Now it was even more noticeable.

He took a few steps back, his eyes all bedroom and his smile promising soft lips and endless passions. his head tilted slightly, and he ran his tongue slowly over his bottom lip, somehow innocent and sexually deviant all at once.

If his kin were often mistaken for nymphs, surely this was why.

The fae was always taken with Fin. He thought he was the most desirable of any he'd ever been with...but in this moment he was almost dizzy with need. He'd never seen Fin quite so seductive, so absolutely delectable. He wanted to kiss him and taste him and lose himself in the pleasure of touch and sweat. He needed Fin. Needed him wild and untamed under the light of the moon, their bodies twisting around one another.

"Ohh," he said breathlessly, rushing to meet Fin where he stood so he could take hold of him by the hair and the ass and kiss him with reckless abandon. His magic bubbled up then. He couldn't contain it, nor did he want to.

Will's magic made his blood sing, and he groaned deeply, arched into the kiss and practically clawing at him with an urgency he rarely felt.

"Will, my Will," he panted. "I need you. I need to be- With you. Please."

He felt an equal urgency that had him unable to tear himself away, though he knew he must. He kissed Fin again and again, lunging in for one after another while his deft fingers made fast work of Fin's fly.

"Out of them," he demanded, getting to work on his own. His eyes were stormy and he didn't look away for even a moment. He'd never seen anyone so desirable. So beautiful. Willy was nearly overcome with the realization that Fin was his to love.

"Oooh, so bossy," Fin tutted, looking coy as he moved away again, stepping out of his trousers, but keeping out of reach.

That look in Will's eyes was exactly the sort of thing that had frightened him in the past, but now- now it was only beautiful. He felt like he was truly seeing the fae for the first time. He was the same, yes, but- Different somehow. Somehow even more beautiful than before.

He felt wild, feral, and he wanted nothing more than to claim Fin in every way possible. He stripped out of his jeans and kicked them away.

"I have not begun to be bossy," he countered. He worried his thumbs against his fingertips and he began to circle Fin. The man might keep just out of reach but Willy was an adept predator when he chose to be. And, if he chose to, he could stop Fin with little more than the wave of a hand.

Part of that thought truly appealed to him.

Fin grinned, and rather than the rush of fear he usually felt when Will seemed wild and full on fae, he felt... Excited. Privileged even.

"Oh?" he asked, their movements becoming a strange dance as Fin attempted to remain out of reach and keep his eyes on Will at the same time. "What an honour to have your full attention then, my prince," he grinned, his tone playfully mocking.

Willy made a grab for him but he was inches to far away.

"You seem to be having fun, having me as solely yours. All my attention on you. Do you think this is a game?" he asked as he waved his hand and rooted Fin's feet to the flor long enough for him to realize he was stuck. Then Will released the enchantment and kept circling.

Fin looked startled, and nearly fell when Will released him- But he didn't feel that rush of panic- Didn't feel afraid. His magic buzzed around inside of him, but it was weak, and it did nothing.

"That's hardly fair when mine isn't working yet," he pouted, a playful glint in his eyes. "And it's definitely a game. ...A very good game."

"You think it is not working, but I feel it," Willy replied. "It calls to me. Your skin buzzes with energy. You are sharp and luminous and beyond beauty. You will grow in power, but, Fin, I can feel you even from this distance. Can you feel me?"

He held out his hand, not reaching for Fin so much as simply reaching out. As he spread his fingers there was a hint of ozone in the room and the air seemed fragile. Slowly, a fine white vapor rose from his fingertips and coiled around Fin, licking at his bare skin.

Fin had felt it before, but it was overwhelming now, and he closed his eyes as he let it envelop him.

"Oh. ...Oh, yes, I feel it. I feel you. I've felt you since the moment you found me today. ...It's wonderful. You're wonderful."

His body wanted to be closer, but Fin was stubborn, and stayed where he was.

Willy was not so resolute. He stepped closer, then again. But he didn't touch Fin. Instead he let the vapor rise from the other hand as well and the white wisps circled around him, swirled and danced. Willy didn't need to touch him with his fingertips, he could feel the man's magic stir inside of him, weak but calling to him. Beckoning him closer still.

"You are so tempting," he said. "More now than ever. How could I ever resist you? I am so very lucky, Fin. So very lucky."

"You don't have to resist, I'm yours," Fin assured him, watching the vapour, then studying the fae. "Even when I toy with you, even when I make you chase me- I'm all yours, Willy Silver."

"I believe you," he said. His eyes were dark and heavily lidded as he lifted his arms. The vapor clung tight to Fin's skin and lifted him up. Willy turned then and the vapor carried Fin to the bed where it deposited him gently.

But that was the end of the fae's being gentle. He followed soon after and he climbed on top of Fin. He grabbed the man's arms and pinned him to the bed and kissed him again, drinking in the taste of him and the sensation of Fin's own small amount of power.

Fin's magic tried to reach out to the other fae, but it was weak and small, barely a shiver.

"Will," Fin moaned between kisses. "Willy Silver..." he panted, wanting to feel that shiver of magic again.

The vapor grew thinner, but only because it stretched to coil around the both of them. It bound them, one to the other. Willy was hard and eager and soon enough he tore himself away from Fin's lips to shoot down his body. He nuzzled at his cock while the vapor closed the gap he'd left. It coiled around Fin, tickling his skin and making it prickle with desire. Or, perhaps, it wasn't the vapor at all. Perhaps it was the way Willy took Fin's cock into his mouth, trying to swallow the whole length of him at once.

Crying out in pleasure, Fin's hips lifted, and his fingers tangled in the thick curls of Will's hair.

"You spoil me," he gasped.

Willy hummed his approval around the mouthful. Fin lifted and hit the back of his throat and he was sure he'd never been so aroused. Will sucked and bobbed on him, eager to hear more praise. After all, it wasn't everyone he did this with. Since he'd met Fin there wasn't anyone else. None could compare.

"God, Will... Fuck," Fin gasped.

Will's lips did things to him no one else could. Hex came close, with his firm hand and total control... He imagined if Will was ever like that, he'd probably just fall to pieces. The fae could wreck him with nothing more than a touch, a heavy hand would leave him at his feet forever more, he was sure of it.

And this? This was... It was everything.

"I love you," he gasped.

He hummed his agreement to that, the low rumble of it translating to Fin's cock to give him just that much more stimulation. His tongue licked at him and teased him and Willy took hold of Fin's hips to encourage him to move.

And all the while the vapor grew thicker, held Fin down, hugged him tightly. Willy wasn't even paying attention to it. It was an extension of the fae and obeyed his desires without him paying it any mind.

Fin squirmed, lifting his hips but finding it harder to move. Though as nice as the mist felt, it was starting to bother him. It wasn't like being held down or bound, it was like being sat on, and Fin made an annoyed sound- and was then startled when his magic pushed back against it. Weak, but enough that he could move a bit more.

"Will, Will, you... This... Oh- Oh I like that," he babbled, attempting to complain about the strange magic mist, but instantly distracted by the fae's mouth.

Willy didn't want him tipping over, not yet. So he slowly pulled away, an obscene lick cleaning him up.

"I felt that," he grinned. "In time you will be more powerful. And then...oh, Fin...then we will explore new things I cannot even explain to you now."

Fin wondered what that meant- and he sat up as much as he could to look at Will.

"Don't tease me with things I can't have yet," he tutted.

"I do not tease. I...tempt," he said, ducking down to meet Fin as he rose so he could kiss him.

"Here. Try this. Weak though it may be...Touch me. Not with your hands. Touch me with your magic," he said, more than willing to play guinea pig for this.

Fin had no idea just how he was supposed to do that, and he looked unsure as he lifted one hand and tried to reach for Will without touching.

He felt a slight buzz, but nothing more.

Willy was far more adept at noticing the patterns of magic, of the rise in power.

"Very good," he purred. "Very good. Before long you will need to learn to control it, not simply learn to have it."

He left it at that and began to kiss his way across Fin's chest and down to his hips, flicking his tongue to tickle.

"No, come back," Fin urged. "Kiss me, I want to taste you," he purred.

"How could I ever deny you?" he asked, rising to meet Fin's mouth to plunge his tongue in and taste every inch of his mouth.

Fin groaned, tangling his fingers in Will's hair and tugging gently.

"I need you," he whispered.

"Not half as much as I need you," he replied. He was eager and wanton and he shifted so that he could rut against Fin just so the man could feel the strength of his desire.

"So have me," Fin panted. "I want it. ...I need it, Will."

Willy hooked Fin's leg and hoisted it up in the crook of his arm. The other hand he used to guide himself into place. Magic made everything slick and cool and a bit tingly.

And then his eyes rolled back as the bliss of filling Fin slowly, inch by inch, took away all reason and sense.

Will filled him and Fin- Fin was certain there was nothing in the world that felt as good as this. Nothing made him light up the way Will did.

"Oh- Oh, fuck- Will... My Will," he babbled.

"You do need me," the fae smirled, using Fin's leg to pull him close as he worked to a faster and faster pace.

It was overwhelming, even more powerful and intoxicating than usual. They'd only just begun, and Fin could feel his pleasure building.

He didn't even take himself in hand, he knew he wouldn't need to- and he would much rather have his hands on Will anyway.

Willy leaned forward, bent over him and into him and he kissed where he could reach.

"My love," he exhaled. "My Fin. My evermore. Always and forever. I am true to you..." the words came between panting breaths as his own pleasure built fast.

Fin was usually so good with words, but all he could manage was a chant of 'I love you', over and over- Until he came undone. The words became a cry of pleasure, and he whimpered with the force of his orgasm as he arched and twisted in pleasure.

He kept thrusting, driving Fin through it, over the edge and down, down, down. Then he compelled just a bit of magic to spark through Fin to heighten it. Every nerve was alive, but not raw. Never pain. Only the most inexplicable pleasure ever.

And he was only getting started.

Fin was whimpering, trembling and spent- and it was wonderful. It was- It was amazing.

"Oh god, I can't," he babbled, clawing at Will's chest, leaving deep marks even though he didn't mean to hurt him.

Willy relished the pain, hissing at the sting and burn. He held Fin's hip with one hand and his strokes slowed so he could enjoy the pleasure of the other man's body. The grip, the squeeze, the depth, it all came together to pull him closer and closer to the edge.

"You have always been magical," he panted. "You bewitched me from the moment we met."

"I love you," Fin panted, moaning and holding Will's gaze. "I'm so lucky to have you."

Hearing Fin tell him with such a low, seductive tone to his voice undid him. He thrust only a few more times before he sank in deep and filled Fin with his seed. Willy cried out in pleasure and shuddered until he was spent. Only then did he collapse, slipping free and laying down lazy kisses wherever he could reach.

Fin practically coiled himself around Will, embracing him tightly and letting out a content sigh.

Everything felt right in the world now. His beating heart, this bed they shared... This was how it was meant to be. This time, everything really was perfect.

Willy was glad to hols him and whispered soft words of love to him. He was so drowsy that there was no chance of him staying awake, though he didn't want to. He wanted to share sleep, all atangle with his most beloved.

Fin

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