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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 appreciate when someone still wants to be friends with me.
[It's not the majority opinion. That as many have it as do is a very welcome surprise. Anders holds out a hand with a raised eyebrow.]
To friendship? Or at least working on it again?
[It's not the majority opinion. That as many have it as do is a very welcome surprise. Anders holds out a hand with a raised eyebrow.]
To friendship? Or at least working on it again?
[There's no hesitation on his end. He clasps the offered hand, a much warmer smile replacing that wry one. And at the same time, he brings over his other hand to clap Anders on the shoulder.]
To friendship. And thank you...Anders. I'll admit it'll take me a wee bit to get used to calling you that, but I'm glad I'm getting the chance to know you like this.
To friendship. And thank you...Anders. I'll admit it'll take me a wee bit to get used to calling you that, but I'm glad I'm getting the chance to know you like this.
If you slip up I'll not be bothered.
[His voice and expression are both relieved.]
It's not like Anders is my given name; I simply don't recall what my given name was and Anders is how I'm known. And I'm glad I get the chance to continue getting to know you.
[His voice and expression are both relieved.]
It's not like Anders is my given name; I simply don't recall what my given name was and Anders is how I'm known. And I'm glad I get the chance to continue getting to know you.
"Why not both?" Exquisite. The color in his cheeks isn't all from exertion and arousal, some of it is from the care Nate is taking but also his choice of words. He could deal with a thousand people calling him abomination just to hear 'exquisite' fall from Nate's tongue in regard to him again.
"I want both, please. I want your lips, your magnificent lips, and your tongue and the heat of your mouth around me. I want to be welcomed in and sucked, to watch myself sink in, but I crave the way you fuck me. Please. Please suck me, and then fuck me until I see stars and feel you find release inside me."
Leave it up to him, and he's going to be greedy. He wants all Nate wants to give him. He wants Nate.
"I want both, please. I want your lips, your magnificent lips, and your tongue and the heat of your mouth around me. I want to be welcomed in and sucked, to watch myself sink in, but I crave the way you fuck me. Please. Please suck me, and then fuck me until I see stars and feel you find release inside me."
Leave it up to him, and he's going to be greedy. He wants all Nate wants to give him. He wants Nate.
I crave the way you fuck me. Nathaniel will remember that to the day he dies.
His lips part around the head of him, and he takes him in steadily, staying relaxed and breathing so he can take him as deep as he can. His tongue undulates from bottom to top, then his head bobs down a little further, his hair splaying about over Anders' thighs. It's been a while since he did this. Here, with someone he cares so much about, he finds it almost transcendent to take someone into his body.
His lips part around the head of him, and he takes him in steadily, staying relaxed and breathing so he can take him as deep as he can. His tongue undulates from bottom to top, then his head bobs down a little further, his hair splaying about over Anders' thighs. It's been a while since he did this. Here, with someone he cares so much about, he finds it almost transcendent to take someone into his body.
"Sweet Maker..."
It isn't just that it feels fantastic, which it does. It's that it looks amazing as well, dark hair on pale thighs, but it's Nate's hair against his skin and Anders groans in appreciation. The muscles in his legs tighten, but he doesn't use that for leverage and he manages to keep from pushing his hips more upward.
"Just like that. Just... Your tongue..." How had the archer not thought himself attractive? He's handsome normally, but absolutely gorgeous like this. And absolutely Anders'. "You are..."
Grey Warden stamina apparently doesn't come heavily into play when the heart's barging in, because he can already feel his body starting to tingle.
It isn't just that it feels fantastic, which it does. It's that it looks amazing as well, dark hair on pale thighs, but it's Nate's hair against his skin and Anders groans in appreciation. The muscles in his legs tighten, but he doesn't use that for leverage and he manages to keep from pushing his hips more upward.
"Just like that. Just... Your tongue..." How had the archer not thought himself attractive? He's handsome normally, but absolutely gorgeous like this. And absolutely Anders'. "You are..."
Grey Warden stamina apparently doesn't come heavily into play when the heart's barging in, because he can already feel his body starting to tingle.
Unaware, Nathaniel keeps taking him in, keeps working his tongue. He has to remember not to follow it through to the finish, but it's so enjoyable to work Anders with his mouth, to have him inside where he can taste him. But when he is hard and weeping, he pulls back, giving one last squeeze of his tongue at the tip before pulling off wetly.
With no other way, he spits as discreetly as possible into his hand, covering Anders with his own body as he slicks himself. It is still chill out, and he uses his free hand to pull Anders' cloak over them both, taking the moment to kiss him hard.
With no other way, he spits as discreetly as possible into his hand, covering Anders with his own body as he slicks himself. It is still chill out, and he uses his free hand to pull Anders' cloak over them both, taking the moment to kiss him hard.
Anders makes a noise of protest at the loss of Nate's mouth, but then it's on his and he can taste himself on the archer's tongue and he has no protests left. He could cast grease to help them both out, but if that gets into the cloak it's ruined. Ruined, and a danger on the field due to flammability. This won't be the first time he's been taken with just saliva, and considering how active he's been of late it may even be easier than those times.
"I can't believe I heard nothing of your skills," he murmurs when the kiss breaks, brushing back Nate's hair and looking at his face as if trying to memorize it all over again. "I don't get why you didn't just shove me against a wall one of the times I was hitting on you. And I hope you know I'm going to flirt with you even more shamelessly now that I know what it gets me."
"I can't believe I heard nothing of your skills," he murmurs when the kiss breaks, brushing back Nate's hair and looking at his face as if trying to memorize it all over again. "I don't get why you didn't just shove me against a wall one of the times I was hitting on you. And I hope you know I'm going to flirt with you even more shamelessly now that I know what it gets me."
"You don't know anyone I've been with." Mmm, that mouth is so nice. He'd like to suck him to completion sometime, but he's a gentleman, and Anders did ask nicely.
He slicks Anders' entrance, prodding gently to make sure he is loose enough for this. He'll have to take it slow.
"Nobody you know knows anyone I've been with, either." Two fingers slide in at once, slick and warm.
He slicks Anders' entrance, prodding gently to make sure he is loose enough for this. He'll have to take it slow.
"Nobody you know knows anyone I've been with, either." Two fingers slide in at once, slick and warm.
The prodding almost has Anders' legs slipping off Nate's shoulders, but he manages to keep them there. Later his back and thighs might be a little sore, but it will be entirely worth it. He hasn't been bent and taken in forever.
His eyes flutter closed briefly as the stretching starts, fingers slipping in and moving, and Anders sighs before opening them back up.
"Well. At least that will make it easy to keep you to myself." The amount of people Anders is going to have to gently turn down and assure it's not them will be... complicated. Some he can trust with the true reason, but others talk or he doesn't know that well to think it won't come back to hurt Nate.
His eyes flutter closed briefly as the stretching starts, fingers slipping in and moving, and Anders sighs before opening them back up.
"Well. At least that will make it easy to keep you to myself." The amount of people Anders is going to have to gently turn down and assure it's not them will be... complicated. Some he can trust with the true reason, but others talk or he doesn't know that well to think it won't come back to hurt Nate.
"I assure you, I am all yours," Nathaniel purrs, carefully lifting Anders' hips from the ground. The angle is the key; to thrust down into his body makes it easy to hit the prostate. He slides in, hissing at the contrast of the chill air outside with the searing heat inside. He groans.
"Maker's breath. You've quite spoiled me for anyone else." His hips move, beginning the rhythm they need.
"Maker's breath. You've quite spoiled me for anyone else." His hips move, beginning the rhythm they need.
...He has never heard Nate's voice sound like that, and he's going to need to again. A lot. But that's something for another time, when he can focus and actually try for something instead of being slowly filled.
"Good," he manages. "Because you're doing the same for me." Nate has angles down perfectly, relentlessly pushing against that spot inside him, and now Anders can rock up and keep the sensation going.
"You get me close so quickly, you're that good."
"Good," he manages. "Because you're doing the same for me." Nate has angles down perfectly, relentlessly pushing against that spot inside him, and now Anders can rock up and keep the sensation going.
"You get me close so quickly, you're that good."
"Oh, aye, I see."
It does make sense - and put that way he supposes using 'Detlef' would be more or less the same thing, if Anders doesn't know what his real name is. Still, he thinks he'll at least make a go of trying to use Anders, even if he might not always remember it
"Well, it's not as though mine's actually 'Jamie'," he offers. "It's James. But my friends call me Jamie, so..." He breaks off and shrugs, but after a second there's a smile to go along with it. "You're welcome to do that, if you like. Thank you for helping me with the blisters, though. I appreciate it. Is there anything else that I'll need to do with them?"
It does make sense - and put that way he supposes using 'Detlef' would be more or less the same thing, if Anders doesn't know what his real name is. Still, he thinks he'll at least make a go of trying to use Anders, even if he might not always remember it
"Well, it's not as though mine's actually 'Jamie'," he offers. "It's James. But my friends call me Jamie, so..." He breaks off and shrugs, but after a second there's a smile to go along with it. "You're welcome to do that, if you like. Thank you for helping me with the blisters, though. I appreciate it. Is there anything else that I'll need to do with them?"
"Only when it's you." Nathaniel kisses him, hips rocking, sinking in deeper, arms spreading Anders' knees further apart. "It's different...when it's you."
No more fussing, no more teasing. His thrusts grow firm and hard, and he has to keep hold of Anders to avoid fucking him off the blanket. He looks so good like this, spread wide open and impaled. He wants to make him writhe and whimper and beg, so he doesn't touch his cock yet. He won't stop Anders from doing so, but he wants to leave him wanting more so there will still be something for him to beg for.
No more fussing, no more teasing. His thrusts grow firm and hard, and he has to keep hold of Anders to avoid fucking him off the blanket. He looks so good like this, spread wide open and impaled. He wants to make him writhe and whimper and beg, so he doesn't touch his cock yet. He won't stop Anders from doing so, but he wants to leave him wanting more so there will still be something for him to beg for.
None whatsoever.
[ He hums softly as he considers his options, pressing a soft kiss to the side of Anders' neck before he settles in. ]
Close your eyes, mm? And imagine yourself after a long bath- cleanshaven, skin well oiled and soft and pampered; painted like an Orlesian noble. Perhaps with something lovely and violet and silken draped around you, your waist cinched in a corset, stockings that drag against your legs up to your thighs- perhaps silken smalls cradling your half hard cock as you lounge on a chaise while I sketch you- for if you are dressed so well and draped so loose and languid and pretty as you deserve how could you be anything but? We are in a solarium, warm and humid- somewhere anyone might wander in at a moment's notice.
[ He hums softly as he considers his options, pressing a soft kiss to the side of Anders' neck before he settles in. ]
Close your eyes, mm? And imagine yourself after a long bath- cleanshaven, skin well oiled and soft and pampered; painted like an Orlesian noble. Perhaps with something lovely and violet and silken draped around you, your waist cinched in a corset, stockings that drag against your legs up to your thighs- perhaps silken smalls cradling your half hard cock as you lounge on a chaise while I sketch you- for if you are dressed so well and draped so loose and languid and pretty as you deserve how could you be anything but? We are in a solarium, warm and humid- somewhere anyone might wander in at a moment's notice.
He closes his eyes and relaxes in the assassin's arms, starting to picture it.
"Mm, yes. The fabric is cool against my skin and I'm watching you, legs shifted so you can see I've an interest growing.You're beautiful when you focus and sketch, too. Anyone would want to be the focus of that gaze, and I almost hope sometime comes in to see how you look at me. Almost, because I want to keep your focus and gaze. I all of you like what you see, already proudly aware of what your answer will be."
Zevran's voice is often intoxicating, but right now it's all the more so. There's an interest growing, so to speak, outside the scenario as well.
"Mm, yes. The fabric is cool against my skin and I'm watching you, legs shifted so you can see I've an interest growing.You're beautiful when you focus and sketch, too. Anyone would want to be the focus of that gaze, and I almost hope sometime comes in to see how you look at me. Almost, because I want to keep your focus and gaze. I all of you like what you see, already proudly aware of what your answer will be."
Zevran's voice is often intoxicating, but right now it's all the more so. There's an interest growing, so to speak, outside the scenario as well.
"Of course I like what I see." His accent isn't so insubstantial going from day to day but now? It drips richer, thicker, curling like warmed honey along his tongue. "The doors are unlocked- but no one has business here for the rest of the day. You have the whole of my attention. I finish my rough sketch and set it aside, walking to you to make some corrections to your attire. My hands, light and teasing, drag along your legs as I tug the hem of your gown up to reveal your stockings and thighs."
Nothing more than a soft rumble of pleasure from behind Anders, but no actual hands. "Up to your waist to expose your smalls and your cock- but I do not touch you there yet. No- I tug here and there to loosen the robe, draping it about your shoulders, exposing your chest to the air. Once I have you arranged as I like, lounging, gorgeous, and obscene- I pinch your nipples to keep them hard, stroke your cock through your smalls to make it strain against the silk before slipping back to start a new, more lewd sketch."
Nothing more than a soft rumble of pleasure from behind Anders, but no actual hands. "Up to your waist to expose your smalls and your cock- but I do not touch you there yet. No- I tug here and there to loosen the robe, draping it about your shoulders, exposing your chest to the air. Once I have you arranged as I like, lounging, gorgeous, and obscene- I pinch your nipples to keep them hard, stroke your cock through your smalls to make it strain against the silk before slipping back to start a new, more lewd sketch."
Anders exhales, legs spreading reflexively at Zevran's voice and words.
"I'm flushed by the time you're done, watching you drink me in and trying to follow you hand with my hips... to no avail. That doesn't make me enjoy the pose any less, and I'm shameless in the way I lounge on display, shameless and wanting. I murmur your name before saying it again, louder. Zevran," there's yearning in his voice, "Zevran, touch me again, I ask, even when I know it won't happen, not yet, not until you've the image you want and that I want you to view and think about often."
He's definitely getting noticeably hard now; the thought of simply being looked at, watched, enjoyed like that, I'd a powerful one.
"I'm flushed by the time you're done, watching you drink me in and trying to follow you hand with my hips... to no avail. That doesn't make me enjoy the pose any less, and I'm shameless in the way I lounge on display, shameless and wanting. I murmur your name before saying it again, louder. Zevran," there's yearning in his voice, "Zevran, touch me again, I ask, even when I know it won't happen, not yet, not until you've the image you want and that I want you to view and think about often."
He's definitely getting noticeably hard now; the thought of simply being looked at, watched, enjoyed like that, I'd a powerful one.
"Not yet, Gattino." He murmurs, biting back the urge to actually bite Anders. That is not the game.
"'You are not to move, not to touch yourself until I am done with this sketch.' is all that I say as I begin putting the image to paper, my eyes tracing every desperate line of you. 'Do so and you will be punished.' and oh, it would be a sweet punishment, Anders. Something to leave you aching afterward, this I promise. Nothing unkind. That is my last order before I resume sketching, now and then stepping back over to adjust the drape of your gown, the fall of your hair, or squeeze the head of your cock to get your smalls damp."
"'You are not to move, not to touch yourself until I am done with this sketch.' is all that I say as I begin putting the image to paper, my eyes tracing every desperate line of you. 'Do so and you will be punished.' and oh, it would be a sweet punishment, Anders. Something to leave you aching afterward, this I promise. Nothing unkind. That is my last order before I resume sketching, now and then stepping back over to adjust the drape of your gown, the fall of your hair, or squeeze the head of your cock to get your smalls damp."
"Oh..." This game of want and teasing and denial is the sweetest like this, when he knows he's wanted and its being prolonged for the both of them, not merely one. "The punishment is tempting as I trust you... But I want the reward from behaving all the more. I want to see your joy in the result, and so I keep myself as still as I can. My body, my cock follows your demands and I watch you with hungry eyes, licking my lips and wanting your permission so badly I can taste it."
He's behaving in the scenario... But here, in reality, he lifts his hips off the bed do he can scoot his leggings down and let his cock be free. Even more, be visible. Zevran knows what he can do to Anders, but seeing that? Always better.
He's behaving in the scenario... But here, in reality, he lifts his hips off the bed do he can scoot his leggings down and let his cock be free. Even more, be visible. Zevran knows what he can do to Anders, but seeing that? Always better.
"Look at you, Bello." In the fantasy and in the room, bare and hard and aching with only words. If he'd at all doubted his ability to bring Anders off like this? They've been put to rest. "I return to your side one last time, slipping my hand between your legs to stroke that silk behind your balls, pressing it up tight to rub against your hole. Can you imagine how that feels, Bello? Warmed by your own body and bunching, dragging against such sensitive skin? You hold still so well for me- I murmur priase with every touch. Beautiful, so very beautiful for me."
"Yes. I can. The tug, and your fingers right there, touching... That's the beauty of it, Maker." He rocks his hips up into imaginary friction, setting and feeling the scene as described. "The heat of you is right there, close enough to touch and to kiss, but I don't, I behave, and please, please, I beg, notice how I'm listening and being patient."
He's never gotten this hot and bothered by words before... But he's also not really tried before either.
"I.. anything you ask, I'll do, only please don't stop touching me."
He's never gotten this hot and bothered by words before... But he's also not really tried before either.
"I.. anything you ask, I'll do, only please don't stop touching me."
"So patient for me. So perfect for me. I give you one last drag of my hand up the length of your cock and the barest brush of my lips against yours before slipping back one last time to my sketch- but it's rushed. I'm distracted, no, entranced by you. I ache as you ache, want as you want-" And even here he is idly hard behind Anders, working to keep his hips still. He is not the point, here. Making good on the bet? That is.
He takes a steadying breath and continues. "I am not so careless as to toss the sketchbook aside but I am not slow to rejoin you- to tangle my hands in your hair and slide a leg between your spread thighs. I kiss you- deep and claiming and wanting, grinding my leg against you- but I have not yet given you leave to move. I honestly have forgotten to do so."
He takes a steadying breath and continues. "I am not so careless as to toss the sketchbook aside but I am not slow to rejoin you- to tangle my hands in your hair and slide a leg between your spread thighs. I kiss you- deep and claiming and wanting, grinding my leg against you- but I have not yet given you leave to move. I honestly have forgotten to do so."
Monsieur Anders, I need to discuss something with you, briefly, in person if you have a moment.
[He's not always this cryptic, but when he is the information is usually delicate.]
[He's not always this cryptic, but when he is the information is usually delicate.]
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