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Will and Strohl get along well.
Their first meeting at the recruitment center was a little rough, they'd admit, the environment not lending itself to friendly interactions, but they got off on a good note. Strohl established himself quickly as someone who values equality—his nobility, while making him prideful, has no bearing on his views of people. Will could tell that much just from their short conversation.
Speaking of which, a fallen countryside noble and a traveling Eldan boy were unusual additions to the army, so as much as it annoyed them, it was no surprise one of them was bound to face mockery from other soldiers. Aside from genuine interests, maybe that, too, was the reason they stuck together at first. Strohl stood up for Will when he had already gotten used to being treated as inferior that fighting back became a chore, but when he came off as arrogant in his righteousness, Will held him back from getting himself into trouble—they helped each other that way, despite having no actual need to as practically strangers.
Strohl's mouth being faster than his thoughts does have some perks, though, as it brought him a reliable friend who he's willing to follow into battle and risk his life to protect.
From then, they ran head first into a life-or-death situation together and Will dragged Strohl's unconscious body out of the fort after he intended to sacrifice himself to hold that human back, they did an important mission and failed it together, they lost a man they had only begun to look up to not so long ago, Strohl told him of his past and Will witnessed his awakening to power—all of that ought to distort their sense of closeness by a bit—He's not sure what Will thinks, but Strohl certainly feels like he's known Will for longer than he actually does.
Will and Strohl don't only get along well. They get along fast. Perhaps a little too fast, also.
Two weeks ago, they were strangers who met by mere chance. A few days later they were brothers-in-arms with a grand mission. A few days ago, Will became the captain of their little resistance group, who commands him in battle.
Right now, though, Will is deep inside him.
He's not sure how exactly it had come to this—their bare body covered in beads of sweat, the boy languidly thrusting into him as he rubbed circles over the fading scars from the human at the fort on his waist as if to untangle the knots in his stomach from outside.
It started innocuous, he swears. The conversation may have gotten a little inappropriate, but guys tease each other all the time, don't they? Was it the fact that they shared a room that led to this? Was it the stressful circumstances that had their nerves frayed and decision-making compromised? Has Will been thinking about this?
("I'm stronger than I look." Will pouted, inching his face way too close to Strohl's to pass off as normal friend behavior.)
Strohl's breath shudders as he bites back the noise that threatens to spill out every time Will moves. His toes curl, feet digging into the mattress. He turns his face to the side as Will once again hits his sensitive spot just right, the pillow slotted under his hips helping him reach even deeper. Strohl closes his eyes as another wave of warmth spreads from his lower spine through his entire body, his head spinning in both confusion and pleasure.
But then, Will ceases his movement suddenly, before squeezing Strohl’s waist with a little more force than before, trying to get his attention which got lost somewhere along the way, overtaken by arousal.
“Look at me, Strohl,” he said.
Upon hearing so, gray eyes slowly crack open. “Alright, alright. I’m looking now,” he retorts with a soft sigh to Will’s childish sulking—Strohl can't say it's not a little cute, the way those wide, sparkly eyes look at him with expectations. He’ll let him get away with being a menace for the time being.
(Although it's not like he can do anything about it after, either. Strohl lost, as simple as that.)
Satisfied with the answer, Will turns his attention back to Strohl’s body, which is now starting to crave the stimulation he was denied. He doesn't move just yet, though. Instead, he hoists one of Strohl’s legs onto his shoulder and places the other one on his forearm. The boy then pulls himself back, leaving only the tip of his cock inside, before happily slamming himself back in, thighs slapping against the other’s behind.
“W– Wait, that's a bit too…” Strohl’s words got cut off with a gasp before he could finish the sentence. The languid pace from before becomes faster and more mind-numbing as Will glides in and out without stopping to rest, sending Strohl to scramble for support, his hands clutching onto the pillow under his head.
Right, he’s trying to prove a point, isn't he?
“Ah…” A noise escapes Will’s throat, feeling the soft walls enveloping his length tighten around him. Will doesn't try to silence himself as much as Strohl does, so he's a little worried that the girls on the other side of their door might hear them. They can't afford to be any louder, so while Will lets out a moan when Strohl clenches down on him, Strohl’s hand shoots up to cover his mouth the moment he feels like his self-control is going to break.
“ Fuck,” breathes Strohl under his palms, resorting to vulgarity when all other words befitting of a nobleman fail him. Will is getting more and more precise with the angle, thrusting right into the spot that makes his head go blank, and every time Strohl loses focus as the pleasure becomes more intense, Will squeezes his waist hard enough for it to sting to get the other to look his way.
Eventually, Strohl’s other hand went to his own neglected dick, stroking in desperation trying to match Will’s thrusts, precum leaking from the tip onto his fingers. His whimpers, no longer controllable, are muffled by his hands, perhaps the only thing keeping the entire inn from knowing what they've been up to above their heads.
“Strohl, I’m–” Will choked out, already nearing his limit. Strohl can tell he's desperate, too. His chest heaves up and down with every shaking breath he takes. His hips stutter, struggling to keep a consistent rhythm as he wants nothing more than to chase that high and release himself inside.
“Yeah,” panted Strohl in response, understanding what he meant even with what was nowhere near a proper sentence. “Fuck– yes, I’m close too,” he added in a whisper, wet and strangled and, as embarrassing as it is, needy.
With a few more frantic thrusts, Strohl finally topples over the edge. His back arches at an uncomfortable angle that's going to leave behind a dull ache the next morning, but he doesn't realize that when the only thing he can feel is the burst of pleasure coursing through every corner of his body. Strohl throws his head back into the pillow, his eyes widen, mouth agape as he reaches his climax. At the same time, Will pulls himself out, warm liquid spilling on Strohl’s stomach and mixing with his cum. His breath ragged, lost in his own orgasmic bliss while looking down and Strohl's disheveled, trembling figure with a cloudy gaze filled with lust.
While riding out his orgasm, Will lets go of Strohl’s legs, flops down on top of the taller man, and presses his lips firmly against him.
"It's my first time, actually." With their backs turned against each other, Will shyly speaks up as he throws his coat back on and buttons it up, having untangled themselves from each other and wiping off any excess liquid stuck to their skin.
After that, there was a moment of complete silence between them. The only sound left was their breathing, not labored panting anymore, but not quite calm yet either. One of them eventually breaks, though.
"... What?" was the only thing that Strohl managed to squeeze out. He whips his head back. The sudden confession left him dumbfounded. Will seemed like he knew what he was doing back there—was that not the case, then?
Amused by Strohl’s reaction, Will lets out a burst of laughter, bright and chipper. "Well, I couldn't lose to you, could I?" He answered, despite the minimal question asked. This time, it's his turn to turn back and face the other.
Will smiles at him innocently, but Strohl swears he sees a glint of mischief flash across those heterochromatic eyes.
“If you have any more doubts, I’ll gladly show you what I’m capable of again, my friend.”