New Year's Eve (for Will)

[branbach]

The party had been fun, what they'd seen of it. The lights, the music, the massive quantities of food and alcohol. They'd hoarded away some of the latter and taken it with them, bundled up back in the snow and making their way back toward Will's shelter (which was rather less a shelter now, and more a very small alpine chalet

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[llewych_will]

"It will be," Will answers softly, wrapping his arms round Bran's neck and kissing him the way he'd wanted to all night, slow and deep.

[branbach]

Oh, Bran's been wanting that as well, and trying to keep things subtle enough to not tip off Paul just yet is getting a bit wearing. But now it's just the two of them, and he takes a moment to press Will up against the door, kissing him slow and hungry.

[llewych_will]

Will plans to tell him soon, he really does. But that's not the sort of thing he's thinking about right now. Right now he's tugging at Bran's clothes, returning the kiss, slipping a hand beneath Bran's shirt to reach skin.

[branbach]

It can wait, anyway. "Just--one second," Bran mumbles against Will's lips, struggling out of his jacket with a clank of glass. "Don't want to break it," he explains, and pulls Will in to kiss again.

[llewych_will]

Will nods, not caring so long as Bran isn't gone from him too long. He whimpers into the kiss and then turns his face away with a gasp--there's a better way to do all of this.

"Bed," he says softly, squirming away from Bran to set his food down before he ends up dropping it, then removing his own jacket and boots before sitting on the edge of the bed, unbuttoning his shirt as he looks at Bran. "There's no reason to rush," he says softly, giving Bran an almost shy smile.

[branbach]

Bran sinks down onto the bed next to him, then shifts behind him and covers Will's hands with his, nuzzling the back of his neck as he works the buttons. "None at all," he agrees, his voice soft and content.

[llewych_will]

Will leans back against him with a small sigh, letting his hands fall to his sides, then moves them to Bran's legs, rubbing slowly along them. "I love you," he whispers, eyes drifting closed.

[branbach]

"A dw i'n dy garu di, cariad," Bran murmurs, slipping his fingers under the now-loose fabric and easing Will's shirt off his shoulders, brushing soft teasing kisses over his shoulders.

[llewych_will]

Will shivers and then pulls away to crawl onto the bed all of the way, lying down and pulling Bran down next to him, kissing him softly as he begins to undo Bran's buttons.

[branbach]

Bran loves the effect speaking Welsh has on Will; it's worth making a point to do it as often as possible. His fingers slide over Will's skin, over his hip and up his side, content for this very slow, small moment to just touch him.

[llewych_will]

Will is of two minds, at the moment--on one side he's an eager teenager, wanting to finish undressing them both and get to the 'good' part. But on the other side, this part is good as well, so very good, and they've all night to get to the other things. He wants to touch Bran, kiss him softly as their fingers caress each others' bodies, move slowly together toward the climax of this all. It's this part he's listening to for now, pausing to trace a finger over Bran's chest before finishing up with his shirt buttons.

[branbach]

Bran shivers against his touch, tilting his head, spreading soft slow kisses over Will's neck. They'd both been so urgent to get here, but now it feels like he's moving in slow motion, painted in lazy watercolour, the edges of his skin blurring into Will's.

[llewych_will]

It's perfect, how it's all happening, unrushed and almost magical. Will's head falls back with a quiet sigh, fingers splayed on Bran's chest as they glide over his skin almost reverently, Bran's name leaving his lips in an almost inaudible whisper.

[branbach]

Bran hears his name on Will's lips, leans into drink it from them, kissing him long and slow. Deft harpist's fingers tug Will's belt free, easing his trousers loose and sliding them down his hips.

[llewych_will]

Will's hips lift almost automatically, as if their bodies are in tune to one another, working almost as one. Once his trousers are down far enough he squirms out of them, his skin brushing lightly against Bran's and drawing a soft gasp from him as he begins to return the favour.

[branbach]

"Oh," Bran murmurs, rolling above Will to kiss slow and soft down his chest. Now that Will is free of clothes, Bran wants to touch him everywhere, and sets himself to doing so.