justice_is_blond | Inbox for Fade Rift

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.

He sighs, but Nate's right and Justice is backing him up. Anders is outvoted. After one more stolen kiss, Anders de-burritos and grabs his robes, tugging them on hurriedly.

"Can we get rid of the cots? There's no comfortable way to share them, and the ground isn't soft but we could work on making something not entirely uncomfortable."

"We'll get rid of the cots. Maybe I'll run up to the keep for some materials and make us a bed."

"A bed?" He blinks at Nate. "A real bed? Or do you mean more blanket materials for the ground?" There might be a little more hope in his voice than he wants.

"A real bed." Nathaniel's voice lowers, using his most seductive tone. "With a real mattress. Real pillows. Ropes beneath. Proper blankets."

His robes finally in place, Anders wraps himself back in the cloak and tries not to shiver too much as he gives Nate a small smile. "That might be too comfortable. I might have to stick rocks in it to get any sort of sleep at all."

A low chuckle. "If you can't think of a good reason not to do it, I'll come up with something. Might even wake up feeling rested."

"I'm not sure I've learned that word, rested. I don't suppose you could translate it into Anders for me?" Nate gets a peck on the cheek before Anders tentatively reaches for his hand.

Nathaniel threads his fingers with Anders', and he smiles slowly as he realizes this is how they will walk back into camp. As a couple. That makes him incredibly happy. In fact, his smile becomes a grin--on an understated man like him, a sign of utter ecstasy.

"I'm afraid I can't, but you'll know it when you feel it."

The hand-holding and grin make him feel like a giddy teenager all over again and his smile grows.

"I look forward to it, mein Bärchen. And now I suppose we should behave and return to camp, like you said." Before someone reports Anders as missing and there's a mass of over-excited Templars hunting for him.

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