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justice_is_blond) wrote2016-01-15 11:45 am
justice_is_blond) wrote2016-01-15 11:45 am
Inbox for Fade Rift
[Please leave a message after the beep that doesn't actually exist.]
[He looks up when Nate takes his hand, raising an eyebrow at the sudden closeness. It's nice, but they have to be... And then Nate's words allay his concern and instead Anders is suddenly sporting a very rare blush.]
Well. That was... dramatic.
[There's a smile on his face and in his voice despite the red in his cheeks and ears.]
You've missed having me that much, then?
[He'd known the answer was yes even before this, but it feels so good to have it reconfirmed. Anders leans in to kiss Nate as they get close to the tent.]
Well. That was... dramatic.
[There's a smile on his face and in his voice despite the red in his cheeks and ears.]
You've missed having me that much, then?
[He'd known the answer was yes even before this, but it feels so good to have it reconfirmed. Anders leans in to kiss Nate as they get close to the tent.]
Edited 2016-07-16 23:32 (UTC)
[Nathaniel stops everything to lean into the kiss, deepen it, lay claim to the mouth and the person attached. Let him know something special is about to happen. His heart is already pounding when the kiss breaks and he touches their foreheads.]
Every nook and cranny. Did you miss having me?
Every nook and cranny. Did you miss having me?
[He moans into the kiss. It's the first time they've gone for a deeper one in what feels like ages.]
Maker yes. Though I want you to have me more than I want to have you, right now. I want to feel you deep inside me, love, surrounding me, everything.
[Anders lets go enough to yank the tent flap open, pulling Nate in after him and closing it again quickly. There's no need to let cold air in.]
How I've missed this.
Maker yes. Though I want you to have me more than I want to have you, right now. I want to feel you deep inside me, love, surrounding me, everything.
[Anders lets go enough to yank the tent flap open, pulling Nate in after him and closing it again quickly. There's no need to let cold air in.]
How I've missed this.
[Nathaniel tips Anders back onto the bed while still cradling him, still kissing him, still as close and as much a part of him as he can be before getting to actually be a part of him. He pulls Anders' shoes off first, and his stockings, before surging up again to kiss him.]
That's when you have me as well, [he mutters against his mouth.] When I feel you open to me, and stretch around me, soft as silk surrounding me. You receive me, and you have me. I'm yours.
[He gathers the hem of Anders' robe and lifts it over his head.]
That's when you have me as well, [he mutters against his mouth.] When I feel you open to me, and stretch around me, soft as silk surrounding me. You receive me, and you have me. I'm yours.
[He gathers the hem of Anders' robe and lifts it over his head.]
[He returns every kiss eagerly, helping remove his robe before starting to work Nate's tunic open and off.]
And I'm yours.
[He's already hardening, leggings doing absolutely nothing to disguise this though he still shoves them down and wiggles them off, kicking them to the side.]
I may have fantasized about this a little these past several days.
[Nate gets a smile that's almost a little abashed. Almost. Anders doesn't feel much shame when it comes to wanting a man who clearly wants him back and loves him.]
And I'm yours.
[He's already hardening, leggings doing absolutely nothing to disguise this though he still shoves them down and wiggles them off, kicking them to the side.]
I may have fantasized about this a little these past several days.
[Nate gets a smile that's almost a little abashed. Almost. Anders doesn't feel much shame when it comes to wanting a man who clearly wants him back and loves him.]
[Nathaniel strips off the remainder of his own clothes, continuing the kisses with as little interruption as he can manage.]
I've been fantasizing about it ever since I first knew I would be denied you. It drove me mad. Whether I wanted it at the time or not. I'm greedy for you in all ways, my love.
[His hands take hold of Anders by the waist, fitting their bodies together so he can slide a knee between Anders' thighs.]
I've been fantasizing about it ever since I first knew I would be denied you. It drove me mad. Whether I wanted it at the time or not. I'm greedy for you in all ways, my love.
[His hands take hold of Anders by the waist, fitting their bodies together so he can slide a knee between Anders' thighs.]
[Just as good as the kisses and touches are the words. He knows Nate wants and loves him, but the reminders warm his heart. Anders grinds against Nate's knee, eyes closing, simply enjoying the pleasure before his eyes jerk open again. He can do that. Simply enjoy. There's no anger, no displeasure, no stewing. It's freeing, and he wraps his arms around Nate and holds him close, kissing hard and deep. There's no words for this. It's the first time it's been just him and Nate and he wants everything.]
Thank you. I'll keep all of that in mind.
And we'll see how the cats like you.
And we'll see how the cats like you.
New but good.
[He echoes it with a warm smile.]
And little challenging. Flirting's not just been fun, it's also been a way of... more than just getting someone to bed.
[Protection, deflection, at times.]
Knowing that most flirtation from this point on will simply be a show and no meaning behind it will take some adjusting.
[He echoes it with a warm smile.]
And little challenging. Flirting's not just been fun, it's also been a way of... more than just getting someone to bed.
[Protection, deflection, at times.]
Knowing that most flirtation from this point on will simply be a show and no meaning behind it will take some adjusting.
[Nathaniel reaches between Anders' legs, sliding fingertips firmly up his inner thigh as he kisses him hard. Questing fingers move beneath Anders' sack and press against his perineum, massaging, teasing. He loves the reactions Anders has to his touch, loves the heady sense of power it gives him. Most of all, he loves bringing pleasure to someone he loves so much. In this bed, he is the healer, his touch driving away pain and fear.]
You are so beautiful, [he murmurs against Anders' cheekbone as he kisses his face.] You spread and blush for me so prettily.
You are so beautiful, [he murmurs against Anders' cheekbone as he kisses his face.] You spread and blush for me so prettily.
You make it so worth it.
[Nate's focused, knowing, and Anders rocks against the teasing touch with a gasp. He licks his lips as he spreads open the rest of the way, showing off.]
I like the way you look at me.
[Anders threads the fingers of one hand into Nate's hair as he drops his other hand to squeeze the archer's ass.]
You're incomparable, Nathaniel.
[Nate's focused, knowing, and Anders rocks against the teasing touch with a gasp. He licks his lips as he spreads open the rest of the way, showing off.]
I like the way you look at me.
[Anders threads the fingers of one hand into Nate's hair as he drops his other hand to squeeze the archer's ass.]
You're incomparable, Nathaniel.
[I could look at you better if you got your hand out of my hair, he might chuckle, but he's afraid to break the spell. And Anders is squeezing his ass, and that makes him completely forget what he was going to say. There's a bit less to him now than there usually is, having been so ill for so long, but he's still squeezable. Apparently. And Anders used his full name. That's how he knows this is going to be good.
His fingers move now to Anders' cock, brushing the head, then along the shaft. It is a tease, rewarded by a gentle stroke on the way back up, and a firmer one on the way back down. Now at last, he pulls away from Anders insistently, his free hand pressing against his chest, holding him down against the bed. His eyes rake up and down Anders' spread form.]
I'll have you, [he decides, removing his hand from Anders' chest and reaching for lubricant,] with your legs over my shoulders, where I can touch you inside where you like best.
[He opens the little tin and smears some salve on his fingers, before using one of those fingers to circle his entrance.]
His fingers move now to Anders' cock, brushing the head, then along the shaft. It is a tease, rewarded by a gentle stroke on the way back up, and a firmer one on the way back down. Now at last, he pulls away from Anders insistently, his free hand pressing against his chest, holding him down against the bed. His eyes rake up and down Anders' spread form.]
I'll have you, [he decides, removing his hand from Anders' chest and reaching for lubricant,] with your legs over my shoulders, where I can touch you inside where you like best.
[He opens the little tin and smears some salve on his fingers, before using one of those fingers to circle his entrance.]
[Anders grinds up into the hand on his cock, making a noise that he'd deny vehemently is a whimper but might be one anyway.]
With your weight forward, bending me in half, yes.
[Nate's definitely not as in good a shape as usual. It's going to take some work to get him there. Anders will of course do his best to help... though right now he's the one being worked over.
His mouth is a little open as Nate teases with the finger. It's been, Maker, it's been over a month, and the stretch is going to be better than even their first coupling. Which, in a way... Anders reaches up to take the hand holding the tin in his, meeting Nate's eyes.]
Is now a good time to remind you that this is the first time we've been together alone?
With your weight forward, bending me in half, yes.
[Nate's definitely not as in good a shape as usual. It's going to take some work to get him there. Anders will of course do his best to help... though right now he's the one being worked over.
His mouth is a little open as Nate teases with the finger. It's been, Maker, it's been over a month, and the stretch is going to be better than even their first coupling. Which, in a way... Anders reaches up to take the hand holding the tin in his, meeting Nate's eyes.]
Is now a good time to remind you that this is the first time we've been together alone?
[Nathaniel's pupils immediately widen. He will not deny he is a jealous man, and knowing Anders belongs only to him this time is going to make it even better. No third party to tolerate, nobody holding Anders hostage, no disapproving presence caught up in the skin Nathaniel caresses. He kisses him hard and slides his middle finger in to the last knuckle, slowly, waiting for Anders to adjust.]
[Feeling Nate's response is even better than hearing something, and Anders kisses right back until he's panting into the kiss due to the steady slide of Nate's finger in. His hands go to Nate's shoulder as he holds on as if for dear life, griping there as he relaxes muscles further down.]
Oh, Nate.
[There's a pause as he catches his breath, ended with a shake of his head.]
You can move it. I want to feel everything like this, bordering on too much, with nothing looming over it. Push me, please. I'll speak up if it gets edges on too far, I promise.
Oh, Nate.
[There's a pause as he catches his breath, ended with a shake of his head.]
You can move it. I want to feel everything like this, bordering on too much, with nothing looming over it. Push me, please. I'll speak up if it gets edges on too far, I promise.
Mm. Point. I worded it poorly. Intent, perhaps. I flirt, but I won't be following it up with sex for almost everyone.
[He nods in Cyril's direction.]
I'd still flirt with you, for instance, but as lovely and delightful as you are...
[They both know how that sentence ends.]
[He nods in Cyril's direction.]
I'd still flirt with you, for instance, but as lovely and delightful as you are...
[They both know how that sentence ends.]
[Nathaniel responds with a low growl, and grinds the finger as deep in as he can before beginning to fuck him slowly and steadily. He missed this, the feel of Anders' heat on his hand, around his fingers, the working of him from within just as much as he missed him around his cock. He loves to touch him like this, the anticipation, the knowing of him with his hands. The same reason a man might touch fine art, good wood-working, the ornamentation on a fancy bow--to know something with your own hands is the only way to really know it. And Nathaniel's hands know Anders' body in and out. Nathaniel's hands know his lover's pleasure.
Soon, another finger is added, and Nathaniel knows the stretch of Anders' body as well as its heat.]
Soon, another finger is added, and Nathaniel knows the stretch of Anders' body as well as its heat.]
[He groans, eyes closing as he gets his heels up, onto the bed, so he can ride Nate's finger in return. The growl from Nate says more than words can, that he's with Anders in this moment, and Anders is glad of it.]
Maker. Just... Nnng.
[Nate knows exactly what does it for Anders, how to work his body. Anders can surrender and trust and it's rewarded every time.]
I've wanted you so... so much. Thought about it, touched myself missing you, but my hands have nothing on yours.
Maker. Just... Nnng.
[Nate knows exactly what does it for Anders, how to work his body. Anders can surrender and trust and it's rewarded every time.]
I've wanted you so... so much. Thought about it, touched myself missing you, but my hands have nothing on yours.
[He smiles back.]
I'd miss the flirting as well. I'd accept the loss if Nate needed me to, but I'm glad he doesn't.
[He takes a first bite of his food before shrugging a little.]
I get to be lovey dovey and still flirty. It's an appealing combination.
I'd miss the flirting as well. I'd accept the loss if Nate needed me to, but I'm glad he doesn't.
[He takes a first bite of his food before shrugging a little.]
I get to be lovey dovey and still flirty. It's an appealing combination.
Not Maker. [Nathaniel grinds his fingers in, touching that spot inside.] Nate.
[It might be the first time he's told someone to call him Nate. It's what Anders calls him, what people who want to be close to him call him. As seldom as he allows someone to speak it, it is the name for people who mean it.]
[It might be the first time he's told someone to call him Nate. It's what Anders calls him, what people who want to be close to him call him. As seldom as he allows someone to speak it, it is the name for people who mean it.]
[He makes a higher-pitched noise as he's stroked inside, seeing light behind his eyelids.]
Nate. My love.
[A smile curls his lips.]
Shall I pray to you? You've certainly given me more love than He ever has.
[He grinds against the fingers, hard.]
Physically as well as emotionally.
Nate. My love.
[A smile curls his lips.]
Shall I pray to you? You've certainly given me more love than He ever has.
[He grinds against the fingers, hard.]
Physically as well as emotionally.
[Nathaniel groans as the tight heat slides down to the base of his fingers, clasping, clenching. That's it. Anders is ready enough that he won't get hurt, and he said he wanted it to be on the verge of too much. He slides his fingers out and slicks himself with more salve, then hoists Anders' legs up and hooks them over his shoulders.]
Pray to me with your pleas and your moans, [he says as he lines himself up.] Pray that I will have mercy. [He begins the slow slide inside and he can't speak, because Anders is tight and it has been too long. The heat that had been around his fingers now thunders around his cock with Anders' racing heartbeat. He is lost in it.]
Pray to me with your pleas and your moans, [he says as he lines himself up.] Pray that I will have mercy. [He begins the slow slide inside and he can't speak, because Anders is tight and it has been too long. The heat that had been around his fingers now thunders around his cock with Anders' racing heartbeat. He is lost in it.]
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