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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.

He shivers as they move around, burrowing more closely against Nate as soon as the man's clear of him.

"Much more, and I can be quiet. That's the only way you could get anything in the Circle. But when we're outside of camp, I'm not going to be. Not at all. I like being loud, I like letting you know what you're doing for me." He likes what it means that he's free to be loud. "If they can deal with Purrelden serenading us when she wants to be fed, they can deal with a few muffled noises."

"And I like hearing it." Nathaniel tucks himself away and picks up one of their cloaks so he can wrap Anders up. "I really like hearing it. Your voice, your ecstasy. When we have a proper barracks, we won't have to worry about anyone hearing us."

He pulls Anders close and eases him to the ground, where they can cuddle.

"You probably ought to dress, if you can."

"It's too cold. My limbs are frozen. I'll never dress again. You'll just have to provide warmth for me." The cloak-wrapped mage-burrito wiggles closer as Anders gives Nate a very pleased-with-himself smile. "I'd have to stick limbs out to find clothing, too. Maybe my hero can carry me back to camp."

"Your hero?" Nathaniel chuckles. "That might be an interesting roleplay. The brave bowman rescuing the beautiful mage."

"I like it." He tentatively sticks an arm out and retrieves his leggings, pulling them in quickly and letting them heat up before even starting to try to maneuver them on without letting any cold air in.

"Rescue me from the horrible thing known as cold, please. I hear Antiva is nice."

"Mmmmmm." Nathaniel kisses him again. "Does that help?"

He lets the kiss linger before smiling up at Nate. "Yes. It does. I think I'm going to need you to keep doing that."

Nathaniel smiles into the next kiss. Mmm, a lazy post-coital makeout does sound nice, though it can't last too long. Ten seconds. Ten seconds of snogging, then they can remember they have responsibilities.

Once those ten seconds have turned into fifteen, then twenty, Nathaniel breaks away. "We should get back to camp," he murmurs against Anders' lips.

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