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"I can do a few things your dreams cannot," Nathaniel mumbles between kisses, and to demonstrate, he bares Anders' shoulder and begins to suck and worry a mark there. His hand squeezes a thigh firmly. Something about this skin, so smooth and fragrant. It drives him wild, makes him plan things he never considered. This strange, conflicted man, so kind at heart and high-spirited, who would give of himself to protect him, exquisite and wretched, is running away with his heart. He doesn't care if others call him foolish. He knows Anders' demons, the figurative and literal ones. He has seen them and is unafraid. Everyone has demons. Better the ones Nathaniel sees and knows.

"Clearly you can." His voice is low, heated. He's never had someone start a mark on him before. He's never had someone want to and this is so many firsts right here, already. The amount of emotion tied into this makes him a little jumpy, a little tense, but he breathes, working through it. This isn't a trick or a joke, and Nathaniel can never be made Tranquil, has every right to defend himself, has every ability to defend himself.

Anders keeps one hand on the back of Nate's head, playing with his hair, encouraging everything the archer is doing while assuring himself that this is real. Nate's real. His other hand follows the curve of Nate's neck and shoulder, feeling what he cannot see at this moment, starting to memorize it.

"You are breathtaking."

When the mark is bright and vivid, Nathaniel lifts Anders' robe over his head, folds it carefully, and sets it on an empty portion of cloak. Last time was a heated, needy thing. This time, he is going to show Anders how special he is.

He kisses down one arm to the hand, then each finger. The same treatment is given to the other arm. He kisses down Anders' chest to his heart, and pauses to listen. His hands glide over his stomach as he takes a nipple into his mouth and teases it to hardness.

His breath catches, Nate living up to what Anders had just said, as he's slowly kissed. By the time his heart is being listened to it's pounding up a storm.

"You... Oh." It had been obvious Nate had feelings from the 'in the event of' talk, clear he'd felt strongly from the moment he'd been willing to be with Anders despite Justice, but now, now Anders is starting to feel the scope of things and it's going to his heart even faster than it's going to his cock.

"There is no one who comes close to you." He feels adored right now, precious, with each careful touch and bit of attention. Anders starts undoing Nate's tunic, tugging the leather open and urging it off the archer before pulling off belt and undertunic as well. It's hard to copy Nate's careful folding when his pulse feels strong enough to create an earthquake, but the end result doesn't matter when it's tidy enough and he has the man's chest bare enough that he can drag nails lightly down his sides.

"No one."

Nathaniel hums softly as he switches to the other nipple, fingers trailing down his sides, then catching his leggings and pulling them down. He doesn't touch his cock yet, instead caressing the length of his legs, over and over until the second nipple is sufficiently hard. Lips touch at his navel; he nuzzles, kisses, breathes over the skin of his belly, then draws back, lifting an ankle to his shoulder and kissing there and upward, the opposite of his attentions on his arms. The other leg receives the same treatment. At the end, both legs are over Nathaniel's shoulders, and he is poised with his lips at the base of Anders' elegant cock.

His attentions here must be careful, stoking and building desire without fulfilling. There are kisses with barely a flash of tongue as he works his way to the tip, then back down.

He makes a quiet noise, shivering as he's exposed to the chilled air though it's driven away quickly by the heat of Nate's body, the touches and the kisses. It's near-impossible for him to stay quiet but words are getting difficult so little noises will have to suffice.

All of it stops, though, including his breath, as Nate poises so close to his cock. His lips are barely able to form the start of the word 'please' before Nate starts kissing him and his head falls back to the cloak. Nate's lips and tongue are marvelous beyond description... and they're being used to tease.

"Did you like me begging that much?" He flashes a very turned-on smile, reaching down and running his fingers appreciatively through Nate's hair, practically bending himself in half. "I can do it again."

"Do it again," Nathaniel murmurs. "Do it as often as you please. Your voice is exquisite. Moreover, I cannot decide which I want more: to suck you off or fuck you. Beg me with the deciding vote."

"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 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.

"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.

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.

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."

"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.

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.

"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.

...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."

"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.

"Oh." It's not just the spreading wide and fucking hard. It's that it's him that does it for Nate. No one has ever felt for him like this. There's a word here that's short and starts with l and is entirely dangerous, and his mind keeps touching it anyway with each deliberate thrust.

"The way you look at me, the way you fuck me, Nate..." He curls upward, straining the muscles of his stomach so he can wrap his arms around Nate and kiss back as if his life depends on it.

"I'm yours, Nate," whispered at the end of the kiss, accompanied by a tight internal squeeze around the man.

I'm yours, he says, and it pulls a long, low groan out of Nathaniel. I'm yours, and that clenching, clasping body is scorching him. He aches in his heart, and suddenly Anders is manhandled. Nathaniel pulls out long enough to turn them both, till Anders is sitting on Nathaniel's lap and Nathaniel is sitting up, gazing deeply into his eyes. He holds his cock steady and pulls Anders' hips down, sinking deep inside again.

"You're mine." He rocks his hips again, claiming that mouth hard with his own.

He moves with Nate, gaze met the whole time because how could he look away? He is loved, he has no doubts left, not when they're one and Nate's kissing him again. There's a belonging here that he's craved for so very long and only had tiny tastes of before. Now it fills him, like Nate's cock, Nate's tongue, Nate's scent, everything.

Anders' cock is starting to leak against Nate's stomach, but Anders is too busy threading the fingers of one hand through Nate's hair and using his other to pull Nate close to take himself in hand.

"Maker, yes," he groans when the kiss is broken. "Yes, please, Nate." The air is cold on his back but he doesn't care because Nate's hot against him, filling him, and it's everything Anders needs and wants.

With that please, Nathaniel's hand curls around Anders' cock, pumping him firmly as they rock together, entangled, hot, breathless. This time, Nathaniel refuses to come first. He will be a gentleman and take care of his partner, as he normally does. He kisses Anders' jaw, his throat, and starts to worry a red patch right over his pulse.

His mouth drops open as Nate takes him in hand, matching the rhythm set deep inside, and now Anders can't keep his eyes open. It's altogether too much. There's going to be a mark on his throat, and he'll have such a delicious ache internally, but that has nothing on how his heart feels.

His rocking between cock and fist starts to falter, pace slipping as he reaches the edge, and then Anders is stiffening against Nate, panting and coming with a heavy moan. His hold tightens on Nate through it, even as he finishes releasing.

"You've... You can come inside me. When you're there. I like it." Last time Nate asked. This time Anders won't make him, especially as he doesn't want the man to pause or stop no matter how sensitive his body is at this moment.

I like it. And quickly, he is coming, groaning against the mark he has left on a pale throat, hard and deep into the body above him. His last few thrusts are merciless, as he is unable to help himself. Then they stutter to a halt. Nathaniel pants against Anders' throat, drifting on this cloud for a moment before lifting his chin and kissing him lazily.

He gasps at the first of the harder thrusts, clinging as if for dear life as Nate finds his release. There will definitely be an ache for a bit... and Anders thinks he's not going to bother healing it. This one he wants to feel for a while, much like the gentle kiss against his lips when they've both caught their breath.

The kiss is returned nice and slowly as his fingers idly play with Nate's hair. He could get very used to this. Though he'd prefer the weather slightly warmer.

"Mm. Have I told you yet how good you are? It bears repeating. You're magnificent."

"So are you," Nathaniel murmurs huskily against those lips. "There will have to be much more of this."

One more kiss before the shifting of their oversensitive bodies grows too much to bear. With a hitched gasp, he tries to lift Anders enough that he can pull out of him, slapping wetly against his thigh as he does.

"The camp will get sick of this," he chuckles breathlessly.

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