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Nathaniel enjoys the show, eyes lingering on Anders as each inch of flesh is revealed, and he thinks how beautiful Anders will look spread out for him, obedient and wanting. When Anders lies down, Nathaniel begins the process of undressing himself down to his trousers.

"I have something...different in mind. You said you like obeying. Submitting. I want...to test something, and if at any point you want to stop, say red. I'm not going to tie you up, and I'm not going to hurt you. This is only a matter of obedience. Does that sound like something you would like to try?"

Nathaniel sits at the edge of the mattress now, shirtless, trailing the silk scarf down Anders' chest so he can feel the cool contrast of it.

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He takes a breath, studying Nate's face before he nods.

"I trust you. I'll try it." With all the build up, he's a little nervous. Especially with the tying up aspect. But he really does trust Nate.

Smiling faintly, he reaches up and runs a finger along Nate's jawline before trailing it down that gorgeous bare chest. "I want to try this. I want to submit to you."

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Nathaniel smiles, catches the hand trailing his chest and kisses it. He loves this man so much.

"Rest your arms over your head so you're comfortable. I'm not going to tie you up. But I'm going to lay this scarf across your wrists, and you will act as though it has tied you to the spot."

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Anders blinks and processes that. Not tied, but acting like he can't touch, like Nate has the control but he knows that it can end if he needs it to.

"Do I get a reward for obeying?" There's a little nervousness in the joke as he obeys before he's answered, scooting down a little on the bed and stretching his arms up. On the plus side, the scarf will cover the only scars he's not comfortable with, out of all the ones on his body.

More important than any reward, though, is the word. "If I can't manage this, if I can't keep my hands like that..." He just needs to know that Nate won't be disappointed.

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The emerald scarf comes to rest across scarred wrists, light and cool as the breeze.

"Then I will punish you." Nathaniel's tone is light, and he winks down at Anders. "But only in a fun way. And I will let you choose how you would like to be punished for being naughty."

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His smile returns, even as he shifts his wrists a little to feel the fabric on them.

"I can think of a few ways. And they almost make up for not being able to angle up and kiss you from here. Almost." Subtlety isn't his strong point, and right now he's not even trying.

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Look at that. He wants to kiss and already he obeys. Nathaniel beams down at him and leans down to kiss him. Withholding affection won't be his choice of punishment, ever.

"Tell me one," he murmurs against his lips. "Anything you want."

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One of his hands twitches; he's used to tangling his fingers in those night-dark locks, but he stops himself in time.

"What, I'm supposed to start suggesting punishments before I've misbehaved?" He almost jokingly asks where Nate's faith in him is, but it doesn't feel right. Not right here, not right now. Anders kisses Nate again before answering. Why waste an opportunity like this? "If you were feeling particularly cruel you could work me to the edge... abd then stop. For a time." His eyes sparkle. "You'd have to hold out against my begging, though, and I know it works wonders with you."

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"Mmm." Another kiss. "So you want me to withhold your climax when you disobey. Are you sure? I could give you a navigation lecture instead."

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"Now that's just cruel." He laughs against Nate's lips, enjoying the simple intimacy of this. "Unless it's a navigation lecture and sex, then that's an idea. You never know when we might need to know where we're going."

He hopes he never has to run again, but life has a habit of thwarting his hopes.

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"A sextant does measure the distance between two celestial bodies," Nathaniel purrs, but now is not the time. Sines and cosines, maybe, would be a better punishment. Also, tangents. But withholding it is. Anders has spoken. Nathaniel trails fingers up Anders' inner thigh. "Spread your legs. Knees up."

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"Celestial," he echoes it, smiling up at Nate. "Are you my night sky, then?" His gaze rests on Nate's hair with a little longing, but he doesn't have time to focus on that when Nate's telling him how he wants him.

Anders spreads as instructed and bats his eyes. He might not be able to touch, but that doesn't leave him without other ways to play.

"Is this how you like me best? Bare and open? On my back, waiting for you?"

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"I dream of it day and night." Nathaniel takes out the tin of salve and slicks his fingers. "But any way I have you is how I like you best."

He draws a slick line up the length of Anders' cock, already hardening beautifully for him. "Say my name."

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He watches Nate's fingers intently, starting to feel some of the appeal in not using his hands - his focus is narrowed and that makes the simple touch on his cock more intense.

"Nathaniel." It's little more than a voiced whisper, almost a prayer. "I dream of you as well. Your touch, your company, your mouth and voice and heart, my Nathaniel."

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Nathaniel smiles. It is warm and wicked, proud and pleased.

"The louder you say my name, the harder I will suck your cock, and the harder my fingers will fuck you. Do you accept my terms?"

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His eyes darken with lust. Swallowing, Anders nods. He can't touch... but Nate's giving him most of the control, on Nate's terms. It's utterly satisfying.

"So now I've all the more reason to not use the Maker's name while you're fucking me, Nate?" If he's got this power, he's going to use it, though not too much yet. The archer's name is said conversationally.

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Nathaniel immediately slides a finger inside Anders at the sound of his name. He probably shouldn't, since it hardly counts, but he knows it will be surprising, and a surprised Anders is gorgeous.

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He nearly dislodges the scarf at the finger. Instead, his breath catches and eyes go wide and a little glazed at the sudden insertion. He'd expected maybe a kiss or a tease.

After a moment he's got his breathing under control he's looking back up at Nate and shaking his head.

"If just that gets a finger, I look forward to what happens when I scream your name, love. Though I'd love to know what to say to get your tongue taking my mouth, Nathaniel." He always likes saying Nate's name, but now he's savoring it.

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The finger moves, though slowly and shallowly and only once.

"I was only making you pay attention," Nathaniel says as his finger stills. "You keep saying a great many words as if I would reward you for any but one. And here I went to all this trouble."

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The slow movement gets a quiet noise as he tries to figure out what word Nate means. Not his name, clearly--oh. Now he looks a little apologetic.

"Yes." He wants Nate's efforts to be worth it, because they always are for him. "I'm sorry, love. Nathaniel. I accept your terms."

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He doesn't hesitate after Anders says his name to move his finger again, but a crease appears between his brows.

"Was I not...clear?" He removes his finger, actually a bit flustered. "Did I not explain well enough? Are you all right?"

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Touching Nate's face has never been more tempting, but Anders has to content himself with shaking his head.

"No, love, you did fine, I'm fine. I didn't think to answer your question. I got a little," a little bashfulness enters his smile, "ahead of myself. I like this, Nathaniel, very much. And I have a word to say if I'm not all right. I'll use it if I need it. Please believe me. And please, Nate, Nate, my love..." There's some mischief back in his expression as he gets louder.

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The sight of Anders still obeying him even when the proceedings have halted is so arousing that Nathaniel finds himself grasping for the salve again. He slicks his finger again and slides it home, his smile returning. Three thrusts, then, each firmer than the last. He forms an idea, slowly.

"A change to our plans, my love. Nathaniel will get you a thrust of my fingers, but love will get you my mouth on your cock. What do you think of that?"

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"Oh." He can't answer right away, enjoying the three thrusts, but then he's nodding. Clearly he's going to have to be making some very difficult choices.

"I think that sounds like I've a lot of words ahead of me, Nathaniel, my love." Those words already normally carry a thrill. This time they're accompanied by expectation and desire as he watches his lover, waiting, anticipating. "Though you scarcely need to bribe me to tell you how much I love you, Nathaniel."

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Nathaniel, his finger moves again, love, he ducks his head and licks long from Anders' balls to the tip of his cock. Nathaniel, his finger grinds in deep, love, his other hand takes Anders' cock and gently lifts it enough for him to take the tip into his mouth and hold it there, waiting.