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Anders ([personal profile] justice_is_blond) wrote2016-01-15 11:45 am
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[personal profile] pinprick 2016-08-29 11:07 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, but the rule is still in place, as Nathaniel shows by thrusting twice, deeply, when those words are spoken. Enough to make him shake. One hand braces himself against the makeshift bed while the other takes Anders by the hip.

"Keep going," he gasps. Both his pleasure and Anders' relies on it now, stilled within him and waiting.
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[personal profile] justice_is_blond 2016-08-30 12:05 am (UTC)(link)
The noise that escapes him is part-gasp, part whimper. He hadn't expected the sudden forceful thrusts or for them to stop so quickly, and he almost fails their game, almost reaches up for Nate. The scarf's slipped some from the half-lift of one arm, but it's still barely on both wrists and Anders gives Nate a pleading look. He's trying. Maybe it won't count, because he'd be pulling at things if he was held.

"I know how you love to take me, Nathaniel," he purrs, being as persuasive as he possibly can. "And I love the way you fuck me, Nate." There could be less words. He could try to push Nate to desperation, try to see the archer lose control, but the submission here is more fun.
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[personal profile] pinprick 2016-08-30 12:24 am (UTC)(link)
He drives in each time, gasping. The hand moves from Anders' hip to adjust the scarf again--it merits no punishment, because the hands have stayed put while the fabric slipped--before moving it back to tilt Anders' hips upward.

"More." At the new angle, Nathaniel slides easily against his prostate, deep and unrelenting.
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[personal profile] justice_is_blond 2016-08-30 02:24 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh." Right there, and they both know Nate's found the right spot.

"I wish I could touch you, love. Thread my fingers through your lovely hair," does lovely count? It should, in his opinion, "kiss your lips and make it clear how much I love you, Nate." The worlds are spilled out hastily, breathily. Just as good as the thrusts are the anticipation of Nate reacting to the words.
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[personal profile] pinprick 2016-09-04 04:09 am (UTC)(link)
"But then I couldn't see you stretched out and helpless. Vulnerable for my eyes only, with my word alone holding you here." Oh, Anders feels so good from the inside. Nathaniel thinks there must have been a great emptiness in his life before he loved Anders, before Clarel's madness and the Inquisition. Not born of a lack of love, but of a lack of Anders. A life without this man, this personality, this perfection. He kisses him as if he can drink him deeper that way, as if he can be more fully a part of him, and make up for the deficit of his life before Anders.
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[personal profile] justice_is_blond 2016-09-04 04:39 am (UTC)(link)
The way Nate kisses him, as if he's desperate for Anders even with the mage right here, with him, is intoxicating. Anders moans into the kiss, yearning and loving. Until Nate, he'd never had sex with love involved. Now he can't get enough, and it makes the word 'helpless' something he can skip over mentally. Being vulnerable for Nate alone is something he wants, though, something he enjoys.

His tongue tangles with Nate's and the moan deepens to a groan. He's loved by this magnificent man. He's absolutely loved and he belongs here.

"Stretched out for you, however you want me," he breathes out when the kiss is broken. A moment later he's grinning and craning his neck to steal a soft kiss. "Howe ever. Howe, I love you. Ravish me, please."
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