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[ombranera]

"You enjoy being filled, Anders, and I mean to fill you in every way possible. I let you strain for a moment or two, I wait for you to find your breath, to find your words, twisting the rod between my fingers as you adjust. It is a thing of beauty, watching you struggle. You are trying so hard not to fuck yourself on this rod- were I not so focused on your pleasure I might tend to my own." But no, this is about Anders. For Anders.

"You ask, and eventually? I give. I let the rod drop those last few inches and slow the curve to drag deep inside, letting it hit the glad you need. It's different like this- sharper, sweeter than it would be had I my cock in your ass. Depending on how well you take these that may be in the cards, yes? But for now it is this. I let you have it, all of it for a moment more before withdrawing it a few inches, just enough to pull it from the depths of you, and let go. I hold your cock upright and watch as your body takes it in as deep as you can manage."

[justice_is_blond]

"Fuck." It's breathed out as he works to keep himself under some sort of control despite everything. If he thought it would do any good, he'd start begging in earnest for Zevran to really fill him, cock and rod both, to have him one more time.

"I'm straining now, against myself, seeking more and getting it when I start to wonder if it will happen, and I'm not prepared. I do jerk, then, trying to follow it up as you pull it out, and only stilling as you hold me and let go of it. The sight of it, of it..." He's so hard his thighs are starting to ache from the way his heels are pressed down into the bed. His fingers are tight on Zevran's thighs in return as Anders tries to breathe himself down and catch his breath. After a few moments he's finally leaning back against Zevran again, swallowing hard at the feeling of the assassin's cock trapped between them.

"It can't sink down fast enough, and it can't sink down slowly enough." His voice is hoarse, and he has a feeling Zevran might be feeling rather proud of himself right now. It's fair. Zevran's earned it. "I ask you for the next, no, I beg you, my voice cracking over the words because I can't imagine how full I'd feel and you've made me want this so very much."

[ombranera]

"When you ask so sweetly, Bello, how can I refuse?" He can't, honestly. Not when Anders is so tense, not when he can smell the twist of his arousal- it takes everything in him not to slide his hand down just to drag his fingers through the slick drip of precome on his stomach. It wouldn't take much. A few inches- he wouldn't have to touch Anders' cock at all-

But no.

Words. Words for them both. "I press it in deep one last time before I remove it and slick oil along the next one. I do not take the time to warm it so the press of metal is cold against the tip of your cock. Like a shard of ice as it drags down- and now it is a drag, this one is not so thin that it slips in so easily. I have to work it in and out, twisting it slowly for your body to adjust, To take it in deeper inch by inch. 'oh how tight you are-' I say, eyes enraptured by the flexing of your thighs, the hitches of your hips. 'how large it must feel with how hard your cock is. Can you bear it, bello? or is it too much?' I ask for there are at least three more I would wish to try, each larger than the last."