[ thomas nightingale, with his bespoke suits and handmade leather shoes and walking cane, his carefully parted hair and his posh manner of speaking, might seem like the kind of man who seeks elegance in all things —but the truth is that at the core of him, he cares for solidity and workmanship and things working, finds joy in rugby and a good boxing match, in magic and, yes, in this: in the meeting of two bodies, fumbling and eager and full of desire.
elegance doesn't need to factor into it.
(his own movements are more elegant, perhaps, but it is unthinking, not elegance for its own sake but the kind that comes from functionality and competence.)
william presses him into the bed and thomas goes all too willingly, pliant and feeling weightless with it, and then william's hand sinks into his trousers and thomas's shoulders come off the bed for a moment, breath punched from his lungs, a wordless ah and a verbalised please a moment later, his legs spreading even if it pulls his trousers taut. ]
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Date: 2021-02-21 10:32 am (UTC)elegance doesn't need to factor into it.
(his own movements are more elegant, perhaps, but it is unthinking, not elegance for its own sake but the kind that comes from functionality and competence.)
william presses him into the bed and thomas goes all too willingly, pliant and feeling weightless with it, and then william's hand sinks into his trousers and thomas's shoulders come off the bed for a moment, breath punched from his lungs, a wordless ah and a verbalised please a moment later, his legs spreading even if it pulls his trousers taut. ]