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The salve was placed in an easy-to-reach location earlier today. Nathaniel takes a pinch and slicks himself, moaning softly at his own touch and the sight of Anders poised above him, ready to take him in. He guides the head to Anders' entrance and shudders at the anticipation of being sheathed in his husband. He is taking his spouse. He is married to this gorgeous, kind, gifted, tender-hearted man.

He watches Nate's face hungrily as his partner gets in position, clenching tight so that he can take Nate easily in a few moments here.

"You're so gorgeous, love. I've always seen it, but I'm the only lucky one who gets to see all of it." He trails ice-coated fingers from Nate's neck down to his chest. Anders' muscles relax and he sinks down, taking Nate in with a groan and hoping the contrast of cold from his fingers and warmth from inside is having its intended effect.

There's a pitched gasp, Nathaniel hot and cold at once, feeling velvet warmth around and yet cold that almost hurts, the contrast intensifying everything he feels. His chest heaves, his back arches, he feels it as he never has before--it turns out, Anders still has some surprises left to show him.

"Anders," he groans, hips rolling, moving deeper inside his husband, every inch feeling like a mile.

The reaction is all the reward Anders could ever want, shuddering as Nate surges into him.

"Nathaniel," he whispers back before bending and kissing his husband's chin and nose, beaming happily all the while. "Congratulations, you've married a mage."

He switches to fire and traces warmed fingertips along the spots he'd touched with the cold. There's no need to let the cold linger. That's followed by a slow rock of his hips, feeling the thick length of his beloved inside him.

"I think... I think I want you to ask for what you'd like next, which of the four I named you want applied to a nipple."

The rock of Anders' hips is electrifying. Nathaniel moans softly at the feeling, the rub and clutch and grasp.

"Creation," he gasps. Creation is like the best of fire and ice together, life energy itself with little discomfort. At least, it gives Nathaniel little discomfort, as accustomed as he has become to having it in his chest on those long days when he is in pain.

He continues to rock, savoring the way Nate feels inside him. There's just the right amount of pressure on his prostate every time he shifts more to the back, causing him to keep pausing there between each roll of his hips. Nate's answer focuses him past his own pleasure and he promptly rewards his husband with creation magic warming a nipple that he rolls between his fingers.

Anders rocks back again, stifling a groan as he bends forward to kiss Nate and pinch at the same time. "Perks of marrying a mage," he says with a breathy laugh. His cock is hard between them, and a shift of his hips like this lets him grind it against Nate's stomach.

That touch causes another, less voluntary roll of Nathaniel's hips and a louder moan. His back arches toward that touch and his hands grip both sides of Anders' ass now, not guiding so much as holding, since Anders knows very much what he is doing and it's best not to get in his way.

"A perk," he gasps. "Not...not counting the mage himself."

"That's a given." There's confidence in the way he says it. Nate chose to marry him meaning he's absolutely sure about this, which is yet another source for Anders to draw strength from.

He switches which hand he's using for support so the other nipple isn't left neglected, and this one he treats with the lightning again. Nate alone gets the sparklefingers now, and Anders is gaining, not losing.

"Meet me. Hard," he whispers before sitting back up and starting to rock in earnest, letting the heat gather and build in his groin as he looks down at his beautiful, magnificent husband.

"Oh." His back arches again, and then his hips start moving with the rocking motion, lost in sensation. Every time, he tries to thrust harder, leveraging against their mattress, feeling like everything is new now that he is married to this beautiful person. Lightning setting his teeth on edge, everything so sensitive and perfect. A hand rises to trap Anders' cock against his body, bringing friction with every motion, and Nathaniel cannot look away from amber eyes as pure as sunset.

"My...mine," he growls lowly, hands squeezing that ass without forcing its movements. Anders knows what he is doing.

He's fought so long and hard for freedom, and somehow, being called Nate's is just as freeing. The man's pendant is around his neck and ring is on his finger, and Anders feels free.

"Yours," he echoes, grinding into that hand and shuddering. The fact that he's getting close likely shows in his breathing and the way liquid is welling up at the tip of his cock. "Forever yours, my husband." And Nate was his, this gorgeous, caring, compassionate man who had already seen Anders at absolute worst and stayed with him. He would never be alone again.

Another rock of his hips and then he's bending forward, muscles clenching throughout his body as he releases.

They have been together enough that Nathaniel knows when Anders is getting close. He sees it and begins to move his hips, move inside with deep, strong thrusts, and he comes almost simultaneously with Anders. Before he is completely spent, he sits up and throws his arms around his husband, carrying him as he falls back because he wants Anders in his arms the moment he has his metahorical feet on the ground. And he does.

It's some time before he catches his breath, coming down slowly and rubbing Anders' back as he does so. Anders was right. It was special.

"Maker, you're incredible," he groans when he can.

He burrows close, hand between them so he can feel their heartbeats together. He doesn't move away or shift as he's held. Why would he? He's comfortable and loved and happy. Sure, they need to clean up, but they have time. They have so much time.

Nate's words get a chuckle and a kiss to the side of his neck.

"Mm. I am, aren't I." That's one thing he's never doubted about himself, his abilities in bed. "But so are you, love." A second kiss follows the second, this one in the hollow of Nate's throat. "I'll never tire of how you start fucking me harder when I'm nearly there, just to join me, or the way you hold me, or kiss me, or so many other things." He can be very happy just sleeping with this man for the rest of his life.

"I love you."

"I love you, too," Nathaniel murmurs against Anders' hair, feeling warm and happier than he ever has. "With all my heart. And the rest of me as well."

And this is nice, allowing Anders to explore and give affection in the afterglow. After a moment, he laughs suddenly.

"And now we've consummated our marriage, so you're stuck with me forever."

Anders snorts, snuggling close.

"I'm fairly certain you've got that backwards. You're stuck with me forever. Consummation has nothing to do with it, aside from being a happy bonus. You made a vow, and you're the most honorable man I know." He pulls away just enough to beam at Nate. "The most honorable, humbling, awe-inspiring person I know. You'll never be rid of me."

There's a beat, and then his beam turns into a grin. "You can mark me, you know. Everyone knows I'm yours, but then they can see it all of tomorrow and perhaps longer."

"Is that right?" A smile against Anders' hair, and then he sits them both up, Anders still on his lap, arms circling Anders' waist. "We can't have anyone forgetting, can we?"

He chooses a spot on that pale neck to capture with his teeth before he begins to suck and worry at it. He loves to mark Anders. It's part of his jealous nature, perhaps, if a happier way of expressing it than actually getting jealous.

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He makes a hoarse, hungry noise as Nate finds a spot, shivering while Nate works at it. He loves being marked. There's something about someone finding him that desirable that they want it known he's with them, he's been with him, along with the freedom he has to be in a relationship.

"Yes," he whispers, hands going up to tangle in Nate's hair and hold him close, encourage him to keep going. "Maker, yes. I'll never want to forget, no one else should either."

A chuckle, then. "Not like we give them much opportunity to. But I'm not about to change that, love. I'm happy."

A rough nip on that patch of his neck before he speaks as well, muffled against his own work. "Maker, I know what you mean. He reflexively rolls his hips, though he is still soft inside Anders. "I love you so much."

He goes back to the love bite he is tattooing onto golden skin with his mouth. How did he ever get so lucky as to have this man on his lap fall in love with him, this kind and loving and gorgeous golden creature? How had he been so foolish as to let him get away once?

His breath catches audibly at the bite, but it's the words that do the most for him. Here he has belonging and love in the arms of a man who he makes happy. It's fulfilling in a way he's never felt before.

"You complete me." He kisses the top of Nate's head, one hand smoothing down the side of Nate's neck. "You make me feel whole and treasured, and I've never felt that before. I am absolutely yours." Emphasized by Nate biting and being inside him, causing his cock to twitch between them.

"I love you enough I might even let you drop me again." Right now, he can almost believe in miracles and the Maker's love.

A chuckle is muffled against Anders' beautiful skin. Nails rake gently up and down as Nathaniel makes that mark as bright as he can. Whole and treasured? Anders is the whole of his treasure. Love is Anders' eyes, his voice, his touch. He feels Anders' cock stir, and knows they'll be going a second round before Nathaniel even pulls out. Excellent.

While he makes the mark, he attempts to ruin Anders with touches, teases, caresses. He will show his love with his body, playing upon his husband's. Soon enough, Nathaniel begins to stiffen from inside Anders, though he is taking his time. He moves to leave another mark, this time on a shoulder, as he stokes the flames between them again.

And ruined he is. How could he ever go back to sex alone when he can have this? Nate adores him, and Anders can feel it in every touch. He can only hope he's doing the same back with his feather-light touches and kisses and words.

As Nate starts to harden inside him, a sensation that has him shivering, Anders smiles against Nate's temple. "I love you enough to trust you utterly," he whispers. For him, that's an even stronger revelation than him loving someone. Trust is hard, possibly the most difficult thing for him. But here he's safe. With Nate, he's safe.

"Do you have a plan now, love? Beyond turning me back on, that is."

"Kissing every inch of you I can reach," he murmurs against his shoulder. "Loving you for the rest of my life. Treasuring every moment of you. And in the short term, making love to you all night. Keeping you in ecstasy for as long as possible without tipping you over the edge. My darling boy, I love you so much."

He nips at his jaw, one hand drifting to toy lightly with Anders' cock, fingertips drawing patterns over the head of it.

His initial chuckle turns into a happy sigh. He'd not expected Nate to have a romantic side, back in the day. Imagined, definitely. Oh, the things he'd imagined... but Nate had seemed too stiff for this.

Anders urges them over, to their sides, so that he has the freedom to start exploring Nate in return.

"You fill my heart," he whispers before nudging Nate's chin up with a finger so he can kiss Nate on the lips lightly. There's a small push of his hips into Nate's touch; small because he doesn't want Nate slipping out. "I want you to fill all of my days, and my nights. I'm yours until my dying breath."

His hand moves to glide down Nate's back, tracing the man's spine with light nails. "And you are mine."

"Yours," murmurs Nathaniel against golden skin. "Yours, yours, yours, yours, yours." One arm hooks under Anders' top leg, pulling it up so he can rock into him deep and slow. His hand tightens around Anders' cock. "I love you so much. I love you. My husband. My darling boy."

"My bear, mein Barchan," he groans back as Nate presses against the sensitive gland and strokes him. "I never imagined, thought, that I could have this. Not until you." All the times he'd whispered to Karl that they could run away and be free he'd never believed it. Now everything seems possible. "My husband, my amazing, handsome husband."

He loops his elbow under his leg, helping Nate plunge deeper and getting one of his hands right where he wants it, on Nate's ass. That gets a squeeze, short nails teasing a little, before he slides his fingers along the cleft.

"Can I finger you as you fuck me?"

Nathaniel shifts so Anders is beneath him, and spreads his knees as far as he can, spreading Anders as he does so.

"Fuck me with your hands," he begs against those lips. "Your strong, gentle, healers' hands. Be as much a part of me as I am of you."

His hips roll deeper, harder, though he is not insistent. They will be at this for some time.

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