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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
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I don't want mercy. [It's groaned out as Nate pushes in. There's definitely an edge of pain to the slide in, but Nate's being careful and Anders can take it. He's glad to take it, glad to feel the stretch and watch Nate's face as he penetrates him.]
I shall not, [a small gasp as Nate's cock goes another ring of muscle deeper,] be left to wander the drifting roads of the Fade. For there is no darkness in Nathaniel's light.
[Blasphemy, sex, and the man he loves. It's truly an exhilarating combination.]
I shall not, [a small gasp as Nate's cock goes another ring of muscle deeper,] be left to wander the drifting roads of the Fade. For there is no darkness in Nathaniel's light.
[Blasphemy, sex, and the man he loves. It's truly an exhilarating combination.]
[It's terrible. It's so, so terrible and Nathaniel should feel ashamed of himself. But it's so deliciously wicked, and punctuated by the sound of Anders feeling everything he is doing, that little hitch in his breath, the tremor of muscle straining around him. He rolls his hips, pushing his cock in another inch, moaning as the slick heat swallows around him. He kisses Anders' jaw and throat like he can't get enough, driven mad like a cat for catnip, wanting the scent all around him as he slides deeper still. It's not just Anders feeling a pain or a burn, when he hisses from the ache in his cock as it is clenched by willing body. When he is inside to the hilt, hard and throbbing as deep as he will go, he grinds hard just once before he begins to fuck him, slow and steady at first, stoking the fires with pumps from the bellows.]
[Anders comes up off the bed for a moment at the hard grind and how Nate doesn't stop as he'd expected. He keeps going, and oh, it's such a good struggle. Nate's making noises now too, delicious and beautiful, all because of how good he feels inside Anders.]
Nothing... Nothing that you have wrought... shall be lost.
[He knows far more of the Canticle of Trials than he'd generally admit to, but he'd had a year alone with one book. That leaves an impression, though not nearly as pleasant as the one Nate's cock is leaving in his ass.]
I am not alone, Ma--Nate, yes, keep...
[There's a little rock of his hips, as much as Anders can manage just yet. The muscles throughout his body are tense, though there's a little shaking in his thighs from how much he's feeling. Anders reaches up to cup Nate's face.]
Even as I stumble on the path with my eyes closed, yet I see your light is here.
Nothing... Nothing that you have wrought... shall be lost.
[He knows far more of the Canticle of Trials than he'd generally admit to, but he'd had a year alone with one book. That leaves an impression, though not nearly as pleasant as the one Nate's cock is leaving in his ass.]
I am not alone, Ma--Nate, yes, keep...
[There's a little rock of his hips, as much as Anders can manage just yet. The muscles throughout his body are tense, though there's a little shaking in his thighs from how much he's feeling. Anders reaches up to cup Nate's face.]
Even as I stumble on the path with my eyes closed, yet I see your light is here.
[Nathaniel isn't able to keep the pace slow for long, his movements quickened by lust and aided by gravity. The bed rattles, as likely do Anders' teeth. There is a long, low moan from him, and when Anders touches his face, he stops his mouth with a voracious kiss.]
Mmmmmnh, [he moans against his mouth, then,] Anders. Oh, Anders.
[Slick wet hot tight soft so hard, his own name stuttered with reverence on Anders' red lips, slap of flesh and rush of heated panting, sky coming nearer and nearer with each surge of Nathaniel hard and deep inside Anders--]
Anders.
[He buries himself to the hilt and pauses to breathe, then slows down again, making this last. Making sure Anders will be screaming by the time they both find release.]
Mmmmmnh, [he moans against his mouth, then,] Anders. Oh, Anders.
[Slick wet hot tight soft so hard, his own name stuttered with reverence on Anders' red lips, slap of flesh and rush of heated panting, sky coming nearer and nearer with each surge of Nathaniel hard and deep inside Anders--]
Anders.
[He buries himself to the hilt and pauses to breathe, then slows down again, making this last. Making sure Anders will be screaming by the time they both find release.]
Natha-- Natha--
[He can't get it out, reduced to gasping, choked noises as Nate pounds him into the bed. Ser Mewl and Gasp has never been more relevant, and laughter joins the stuttered noises as Anders wraps his arms around Nate and welcomes him in.
For a moment, when Nate stills, Anders thinks he's reached completion and feels quite smug. He adores the way the archer falls apart... but then Nate resumes, slowly, and Anders moans.]
Fuck. Nathaniel, love...
[He could have come so easily from the fast, desperate pace and the noises Nate had been making, and a part of him wants to protest the change of speed. But the glide is holding him so beautifully on the edge, and he wants this to last. It's their first time without Justice, their first time in a month of agonizing worrying about Nate's health, and for once Anders doesn't beg for Nate to go harder.]
How I love you.
[Nate gets a sloppy line of kisses planted along his jawline on one side while Anders cups the other side of his face.]
[He can't get it out, reduced to gasping, choked noises as Nate pounds him into the bed. Ser Mewl and Gasp has never been more relevant, and laughter joins the stuttered noises as Anders wraps his arms around Nate and welcomes him in.
For a moment, when Nate stills, Anders thinks he's reached completion and feels quite smug. He adores the way the archer falls apart... but then Nate resumes, slowly, and Anders moans.]
Fuck. Nathaniel, love...
[He could have come so easily from the fast, desperate pace and the noises Nate had been making, and a part of him wants to protest the change of speed. But the glide is holding him so beautifully on the edge, and he wants this to last. It's their first time without Justice, their first time in a month of agonizing worrying about Nate's health, and for once Anders doesn't beg for Nate to go harder.]
How I love you.
[Nate gets a sloppy line of kisses planted along his jawline on one side while Anders cups the other side of his face.]
[Something like a sob escapes Nathaniel, a broken sound as he hovers just out of reach of ecstasy, both yearning and shying away from it. On impulse, he suddenly pulls out, forcibly turning Anders over so that his face is in the bed and his ass is in the air, and he fingers him roughly for a moment before burying himself again, somewhat more in control of himself now as Anders' kisses cool along his jawline.]
Speak your prayers into the mattress, [he growls, voice hoarse with lust.] Cry them out to me.
Speak your prayers into the mattress, [he growls, voice hoarse with lust.] Cry them out to me.
[He whimpers at the loss of cock and ability to touch, but it's quickly cut off by the fingers driving into him and the cock that follows that. Anders needs... but there's no verse for begging someone to touch you, which means he needs to get creative.]
All this is the work of my Nathaniel's hands, please use them, please touch me, I need, I need that.
[He can't see the expression on Nate's face anymore, and he needs to see that or feel Nate's hands or anything just to keep this as connected as he wants it.]
Guide me through my, my blackest nights...
[He's so close, breathless and noisy, and he's fairly certain Nate could undo him with one gentle touch.]
All this is the work of my Nathaniel's hands, please use them, please touch me, I need, I need that.
[He can't see the expression on Nate's face anymore, and he needs to see that or feel Nate's hands or anything just to keep this as connected as he wants it.]
Guide me through my, my blackest nights...
[He's so close, breathless and noisy, and he's fairly certain Nate could undo him with one gentle touch.]
Louder.
[Nathaniel wants the whole camp to hear it. Nathaniel wants everyone to know what's happening in this tent. He pulls out and flips him again onto his back, not even letting him settle into the last position. Hands drag Anders back onto his cock, overwhelming, controlling, but always protecting. The brutal pace begins again.]
Louder.
[Nathaniel wants the whole camp to hear it. Nathaniel wants everyone to know what's happening in this tent. He pulls out and flips him again onto his back, not even letting him settle into the last position. Hands drag Anders back onto his cock, overwhelming, controlling, but always protecting. The brutal pace begins again.]
Louder.
[He reaches up with a shaky hand, threading his fingers through Nate's hair.]
Oh, Nath--Nathaniel, know my heart. Take from, from me...
[Before he can even finish that verse he's closing his eyes, body stiffening, and coming, spilling on his stomach at the relentless, caring, roughness of it all. He struggles to catch his breath and talk through the buzz, to at least finish this verse as his thumb gently rubs against Nate's temple.]
...A life of sorrow. Lift me from a world of pain.
[He opens his eyes again to meet Nate's.]
Judge me worthy of your endless pride.
Oh, Nath--Nathaniel, know my heart. Take from, from me...
[Before he can even finish that verse he's closing his eyes, body stiffening, and coming, spilling on his stomach at the relentless, caring, roughness of it all. He struggles to catch his breath and talk through the buzz, to at least finish this verse as his thumb gently rubs against Nate's temple.]
...A life of sorrow. Lift me from a world of pain.
[He opens his eyes again to meet Nate's.]
Judge me worthy of your endless pride.
[Those last words, the meeting of Anders' eyes with his as he releases between them, the trust and tenderness--and Nathaniel tips over the edge, freefalling into blasphemous ecstasy. Their mouths crush together, taste of blood, Anders' body wet and silken.
When it passes, Nathaniel is left panting against Anders' cheek, shuddering and completely oblivious to, perhaps, a spiderweb of pain in his chest. He rolls off him and gasps for air, finding it harder to catch his breath than he expected.]
Maker, [he rasps,] that was good.
When it passes, Nathaniel is left panting against Anders' cheek, shuddering and completely oblivious to, perhaps, a spiderweb of pain in his chest. He rolls off him and gasps for air, finding it harder to catch his breath than he expected.]
Maker, [he rasps,] that was good.
[For a few moments he simply rests there, smiling, savoring the whole of this. Then his healer's brain kicks in and he really hears the way Nate's breathing and talking, and adds the blood taste to that. Trying not to alarm Nate, Anders rolls to his side and wraps an arm around his lover. It's with that hand that he eases creation magic in, trying to make sure Nate's all right.]
It was.
[Thankfully, there's nothing alarming or seriously awry. Relieved, Anders leans forward to kiss Nate's forehead.]
It was superb. Who knew the chant could ever be useful?"
It was.
[Thankfully, there's nothing alarming or seriously awry. Relieved, Anders leans forward to kiss Nate's forehead.]
It was superb. Who knew the chant could ever be useful?"
[He strongly doubts the Maker had anything to do with anything, but he doesn't begrudge Nate his faith. It hurts no one and helps Nathaniel; how could he object to that?]
My tongue has a great deal of training in being wicked, as your cock and mouth can attest.
[Nate's collarbone gets gentle kisses as Anders burrows in close.]
If I say I'll always hear your confession does that make it worse or better?
My tongue has a great deal of training in being wicked, as your cock and mouth can attest.
[Nate's collarbone gets gentle kisses as Anders burrows in close.]
If I say I'll always hear your confession does that make it worse or better?
You know I'm always here for you.
[Nate's squeezed, a little sleepily.]
I love you.
[Nate's squeezed, a little sleepily.]
I love you.
Nathaniel had a fairly leisurely day today the minute he decided he would do something special for Anders when he got back. He treated himself to a few cakes from Skyhold after leaving Anders at the healing tents, then went shopping. The vendors around Skyhold tend to have a limited stock, but sometimes they have something special. He found what he was looking for and went back to the camp to make preparations.
The room in the Kestrel House isn't nearly private enough. Fortunately it's the hottest time of the year, though at this altitude it's hardly hot. But it's a lovely temperature for a Fereldan. The day is spent making one of the tents into a romantic refuge. Anders hardly ever gets home before twilight, so Nathaniel counts on it and brings the candles.
When he sees Anders coming down the hill, he goes to meet him with a smile, offering his arm to escort him once again.
"How was your day?"
The room in the Kestrel House isn't nearly private enough. Fortunately it's the hottest time of the year, though at this altitude it's hardly hot. But it's a lovely temperature for a Fereldan. The day is spent making one of the tents into a romantic refuge. Anders hardly ever gets home before twilight, so Nathaniel counts on it and brings the candles.
When he sees Anders coming down the hill, he goes to meet him with a smile, offering his arm to escort him once again.
"How was your day?"
Nate is the best sight that could possibly greet him. Anders takes his arm without hesitation, smiling back.
"Long." He'd been feeling pretty worn down, but seeing Nate smile, knowing there's a plan, is already making him feel better. "I wanted to come back early a couple of times, yet I knew I needed to stay. If I stopped, starting again would be twice as hard." If not more. He's not sure anyone had really noticed he'd been far more quiet than usual, but if he'd left they would have noted that.
"How was yours?" They don't seem to be headed to the Kestral House and Anders glances over at it, following that up with a curious look for Nate. "Are we giving Alistair a break from noise?"
"Long." He'd been feeling pretty worn down, but seeing Nate smile, knowing there's a plan, is already making him feel better. "I wanted to come back early a couple of times, yet I knew I needed to stay. If I stopped, starting again would be twice as hard." If not more. He's not sure anyone had really noticed he'd been far more quiet than usual, but if he'd left they would have noted that.
"How was yours?" They don't seem to be headed to the Kestral House and Anders glances over at it, following that up with a curious look for Nate. "Are we giving Alistair a break from noise?"
"We're giving ourselves a break." Nathaniel leans in for a quick kiss. "It'll just be us. Nobody will be waiting on us, and nobody will bother us.
The tent Nathaniel has prepared on is on the outskirts of camp, well away from occupied tents. Nathaniel sweeps aside the tent flap to reveal his work.
In the gloaming light, the tent is lit up golden with candlelight. A bright red rug, threadbare but still good, is on the floor, along with their mattress and a good number of pillows. A small table has wine, fruit, and cheese, and lightweight, boldly colored fabric is draped along the walls to add a touch of luxury.
The tent Nathaniel has prepared on is on the outskirts of camp, well away from occupied tents. Nathaniel sweeps aside the tent flap to reveal his work.
In the gloaming light, the tent is lit up golden with candlelight. A bright red rug, threadbare but still good, is on the floor, along with their mattress and a good number of pillows. A small table has wine, fruit, and cheese, and lightweight, boldly colored fabric is draped along the walls to add a touch of luxury.
It's like being in a story. Not the way he already is in one, thanks, Varric, but like being in an actual book people would want to be in. Andres ducks in and looks around, shaking his head with a delighted expression.
"You..." Another shake of his head. He doesn't have words for this, so instead he rejoins Nate and kisses him hard, hands on either side of the man's face. After all that's gone wrong in his life, somehow he has this.
When he breaks the kiss he's still cradling Nate's face. "You love me so much."
"You..." Another shake of his head. He doesn't have words for this, so instead he rejoins Nate and kisses him hard, hands on either side of the man's face. After all that's gone wrong in his life, somehow he has this.
When he breaks the kiss he's still cradling Nate's face. "You love me so much."
There. That's the ticket. That's Anders finally believing him and not qualifying it with a but I don't deserve it. Nathaniel laughs softly, arms circling Anders' waist.
"I do. And you love me so much." It feels good to say that, to receive and understand it. He pulls away just enough to draw something out of a pocket.
"I got this for you," he says, presenting Anders with a silk scarf of a deep emerald green. "One of the merchants had it. I thought it would look beautiful on you. But...I have a very particular way I want you to wear it. I want you to take off your clothes and lie on your back, first."
"I do. And you love me so much." It feels good to say that, to receive and understand it. He pulls away just enough to draw something out of a pocket.
"I got this for you," he says, presenting Anders with a silk scarf of a deep emerald green. "One of the merchants had it. I thought it would look beautiful on you. But...I have a very particular way I want you to wear it. I want you to take off your clothes and lie on your back, first."
It feels fantastic to hear as well, to know that Nate knows he loves him, to be this secure.
Anders leans against Nate and reaches out to touch the scarf, enjoying the cool fabric before giving Nate a far more mischievous smile.
"I think I can do that for you." He's not hasty in stripping, making a little bit of a show of undressing, showing himself off, before laying down and stretching out. His cock is already showing a little of his interest; he's had all day to look forward to being ravished. "Would you like it as a bow? I could be a present."
Anders leans against Nate and reaches out to touch the scarf, enjoying the cool fabric before giving Nate a far more mischievous smile.
"I think I can do that for you." He's not hasty in stripping, making a little bit of a show of undressing, showing himself off, before laying down and stretching out. His cock is already showing a little of his interest; he's had all day to look forward to being ravished. "Would you like it as a bow? I could be a present."
Nathaniel enjoys the show, eyes lingering on Anders as each inch of flesh is revealed, and he thinks how beautiful Anders will look spread out for him, obedient and wanting. When Anders lies down, Nathaniel begins the process of undressing himself down to his trousers.
"I have something...different in mind. You said you like obeying. Submitting. I want...to test something, and if at any point you want to stop, say red. I'm not going to tie you up, and I'm not going to hurt you. This is only a matter of obedience. Does that sound like something you would like to try?"
Nathaniel sits at the edge of the mattress now, shirtless, trailing the silk scarf down Anders' chest so he can feel the cool contrast of it.
"I have something...different in mind. You said you like obeying. Submitting. I want...to test something, and if at any point you want to stop, say red. I'm not going to tie you up, and I'm not going to hurt you. This is only a matter of obedience. Does that sound like something you would like to try?"
Nathaniel sits at the edge of the mattress now, shirtless, trailing the silk scarf down Anders' chest so he can feel the cool contrast of it.
He takes a breath, studying Nate's face before he nods.
"I trust you. I'll try it." With all the build up, he's a little nervous. Especially with the tying up aspect. But he really does trust Nate.
Smiling faintly, he reaches up and runs a finger along Nate's jawline before trailing it down that gorgeous bare chest. "I want to try this. I want to submit to you."
"I trust you. I'll try it." With all the build up, he's a little nervous. Especially with the tying up aspect. But he really does trust Nate.
Smiling faintly, he reaches up and runs a finger along Nate's jawline before trailing it down that gorgeous bare chest. "I want to try this. I want to submit to you."
Nathaniel smiles, catches the hand trailing his chest and kisses it. He loves this man so much.
"Rest your arms over your head so you're comfortable. I'm not going to tie you up. But I'm going to lay this scarf across your wrists, and you will act as though it has tied you to the spot."
"Rest your arms over your head so you're comfortable. I'm not going to tie you up. But I'm going to lay this scarf across your wrists, and you will act as though it has tied you to the spot."
Anders blinks and processes that. Not tied, but acting like he can't touch, like Nate has the control but he knows that it can end if he needs it to.
"Do I get a reward for obeying?" There's a little nervousness in the joke as he obeys before he's answered, scooting down a little on the bed and stretching his arms up. On the plus side, the scarf will cover the only scars he's not comfortable with, out of all the ones on his body.
More important than any reward, though, is the word. "If I can't manage this, if I can't keep my hands like that..." He just needs to know that Nate won't be disappointed.
"Do I get a reward for obeying?" There's a little nervousness in the joke as he obeys before he's answered, scooting down a little on the bed and stretching his arms up. On the plus side, the scarf will cover the only scars he's not comfortable with, out of all the ones on his body.
More important than any reward, though, is the word. "If I can't manage this, if I can't keep my hands like that..." He just needs to know that Nate won't be disappointed.
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