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While he'd known Nate had issues with how he looked, Anders hadn't quite grasped how deep they ran, apparently. Gently he closes Nate's shirt and stretches out next to his husband. He takes a breath and is at a little loss for words.

Eventually he brushes some of Nate's hair back and rests a hand against his husband's cheek.

"I find you so attractive, love." His voice is soft. "The day I met you, I wanted you. I'd give anything to help you see that."

Nathaniel's gaze locks to Anders'. He is blushing, partly from the action and partly from shame.

"I know," he answers quietly. "I do." He covers the hand on his cheek with his own hand, turns to kiss the palm. "My parents always called Thomas the handsome one. Any time anyone came to visit, all three of us were lined up like soldiers for inspection, and they both took turns picking over us. Finding things that were wrong with our appearances. They always spent longest on me."

He reaches up to tuck a stray strand of perfect golden hair behind Anders' ear.

"You're going to say I deserved better. Father used to say no one deserves anything--you have it, or you don't." His brow furrows and there is a small, helpless widening of his eyes. "Then he murdered an entire family and took their land, wealth, and titles, so."

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He hates Rendon Howe. His wife as well, but Rendon the most.

"Your father is an asshole and an idiot and in this, as with most things, he was absolutely wrong." There's venom in Anders' voice, the sort that's usually reserved for people like Alrik or Keras. "Void take Rendon Howe, and everything he ever said. There's no such thing as the handsome one, just biased morons who got some asinine thrill out of tearing down the most amazing man I know. I love looking at you, Nate, I love seeing you. I love sometimes waking up in the night and letting a wisp light the room faintly so I can marvel at the man who loves me."

He leans forward to kiss Nate's lips, gently at first but if there's a response it'll become very passionate indeed.

It takes Nathaniel a second to respond, chiefly because he is surprised. He can't think of a time when Anders kissed him angry. He thinks briefly of Justice, of that black anger he would bring to Anders. Very few topics of conversation make Anders this angry. Mages, Templars, and...Rendon Howe, apparently. But for once, someone's anger at Rendon Howe isn't hitting Nathaniel by proxy.

His hips roll upward against Anders, and he soon breaks away, breathless and a bit stunned and trying to remember what it was he was going to say. He would like to go with the flow, but he wants...something else. Forceful, protective Anders is ridiculously sexy, but there is more that could be had.

"I know the old ways are wrong," he says slowly. "How he taught me to think was wrong. But I can't just unlearn the old ways. I need to learn new ways. And I'm afraid of what it all means. Loghain is...the last curtain to be pulled aside before I really understand what sort of man my father was. And I want him to have been better than people say. I want him to have loved me enough to have given me something good."

He brushes Nate's hair back needlessly, searching his eyes, trying to find words that will heal and help.

"You. You are good. You don't need him to have some undiscovered glimmer of goodness buried deep down. I..."

It could be that he's the wrong person to assist with sorting this out. All he remembers of his father is the rush to get Templars, to get rid of his son, and he has no desire to redeem his father. Nate wants to love Rendon. Anders takes a breath and wraps around his husband.

"Someone who loves you doesn't line you up and tear into you. Someone who loves you shows it. But it doesn't say anything against you if he didn't love you. You are a good man, Nathaniel, genuinely good, and there are so few in this world that can be said about."

He drops one hand to rest on Nate's chest. "Learn a new way here. You're loved. You're so loved for who you are."

Nathaniel gazes up at this vision of loveliness, this man whose heart fills his body, who hurts as if his hurt can take away Nathaniel's pain. And as heartbeats pass, the pain ebbs. Why does Nathaniel cling so to the idea of fatherly love when he is loved so dearly by someone else? He sits up and captures Anders' lips. This man is the only family he needs. After a moment, he lies back again, opening his shirt to where Anders had it before.

"Show me," he breathes.

He breathes out in relief, giving Nate an adoring look. Nate trusts him.

Anders smooths his hands over Nate's stomach again, returning his lips there as well and picking up about where he'd left off. "You could bounce a copper off your stomach, love," he murmurs against the skin. "You're in fantastic shape, and I don't have words for how much I like seeing these muscles strain when you're turned on and driving deep into me."

As his hand slips back into Nate's pants, Anders shoots a coy little smile upward. "I think I'd prefer to show you how much I like your cock rather than tell you. Would you like that? May I suck you off?"

He can't remember the last time he came inside someone's mouth. He always stopped things when he grew uncomfortable with the sight of his own body. Now, there is an exercise aspect to watching someone suck him off. He loves to watch Anders, love to reaffirm in his mind how very perfect this man is, and how lucky Nathaniel is for having him. He breathes deep and gives Anders a nod, gaze flickering to his own body, trying to rob his imagination of the power to tell him lies.

"You may." It was confidence that had allowed him to let Anders take control, that one time when it had been so beautiful. Nathaniel's confidence is growing now, along with his interest.

He surges up to kiss Nate hungrily at that, feeling so very turned on by his husband's strength. Nate's pants get pushed open and down as his mouth is ravished. When he breaks the kiss for air he holds Nate's gaze steadily.

"You are so strong, my love. I'm constantly in awe of you." He urges Nate's pants down and off as he talks before returning to stroking his husband's cock gently, warming it up. Then, slowly, he sinks down to take Nate into his mouth, tongue working over the head. He loves the taste of Nate, and he shows it with a pleased moan as he slips his hand down to toy with Nate's balls. Everything about this is beautiful to him, and he hopes one day that Nate can see it too.

Anders is rewarded with a sharp gasp as Nathaniel feels his mouth close around the tip, his tongue precise in its intimate knowledge of him. A hand warms his balls and Nathaniel makes himself watch. There is something spectacular about seeing himself disappearing slowly into Anders, the same visual confirmation which turned him off before now having the opposite effect. He wants to touch Anders, briefly feels useless that he cannot, but he reminds himself that is practically the entire point here. He will have his turn with Anders after this. Right now, he is to lie back, relax, and learn how to let Anders do the lavishing for once.

He starts to lose himself in this, the sound of Nate's gasp filling his ears as he's surrounded by the taste and feel and scent of his beloved. Nate once told him no one liked the taste of cock, but Nate's wrong. Anders loves it because it's Nate.

He bobs his head up and down, taking more of Nate in each time until has Nate's cock all the way in. Anders swallows around him, then, knowing how it feels, staying down as long as he can before he needs more air.

Teasingly his fingers go a little further back, brushing the taint and teasing the ring of muscles back there before returning to where they'd started, palming and stroking. Nate is fantastic when he's in charge, when he's sure of himself and showering affection on Anders, but this surrender is as beautiful as that, especially with the work it's taking Nate. Anders' heart is as full as his mouth and throat and he sucks hard on his back up this time.

A whimper escapes Nate's throat when he is hilted, and after a moment, his hips roll involuntarily, and he indulges in a louder moan. It's when Anders sucks on his way back up that his back arches and be groans.

"Maker," he gasps, "I married an artist."

That goes straight to his ego, as the way Nate writhes goes to his cock, and he has to take a short break from the task at hand that he's absolutely enjoying.

"And you are my masterpiece." His voice is a little hoarse, a cock down his throat does that, but he doesn't mind and he's quick to return to his task with an eager lick along the tiny opening at the head of Nate's cock. While he rests a hand on Nate's hip to have a little bit more warning the next time he's being thrust up into, there's no force there. He wants more reactions like that because Nate is glorious when he lets go.

Nathaniel's ankles hook behind Anders, one hand clawing at the bedsheets. The other twines in Anders' hair as he thrusts again, breath coming hard, skin flushing red. Soon he is spilling into Anders' throat, and it is every bit as sexy as spilling into his ass. He gasps for a while, drifting along the wave of bliss, before gently tugging at Anders, signalling more than pulling him to come up and cuddle.

The taste changes and gives him warning enough to catch a breath before the final thrust so he can linger as well, teasingly torturing Nate's cock with continued little licks after he's swallowed. At the initial tug he stays, but soon enough he's scooting back up to smile smugly at his husband.

"I believe you once tried to tell me no one could enjoy the taste of cock before I... interrupted." Even his hoarse voice is smug. "You're wrong. I enjoy the taste of all of you, especially your cock."

Nathaniel pulls him in for some intense making out. It's good, it's intimate, and he can taste what Anders claims to enjoy.

"Hm," he mutters thoughtfully, considering his point as he licks his lips. "Counter-argument." He rolls on top of Anders and kisses him deeply again. When he comes up for breath, he gingerly tucks himself back into his pants.

"I guess I never thought of it as a matter of...taste." He smirks a little and brushes Anders' hair back with his fingers. "I like how it feels to be connected to you. That you are at my mercy because your entire world turns based on what I do to you." Fingers caress the length of that beautiful golden throat, their path chased with kisses.

"You taste of electricity. You taste of ecstasy. So you might say I love the taste of you. But what I really love," a hand begins to drag Anders' tunic upward, "is to hold you completely in thrall. Not to forcefully own you, but to place pressure on just the right point that you lose all fight, and surrender."

He gently pinches a nipple and rolls it between his fingers.

He likes the counter-argument, even though it's a lot of kissing and the very pleasant weight of Nate on top of him rather than any sort of arguing. Anders beams up at his husband as Nate starts talking and touching. That he tastes of electricity and ecstasy might be one of the best ways he's ever been described and he's about to say so when his nipple is pinched and words get chased away by a gasp.

"You make it so good to surrender," he says, voice a little strained, "and so worth it. You make me want you to hold me in thrall. I love giving myself to you." A rock of now-bared hips upward helps demonstrate the point. "I want everything you have to give me, my love."

He rests a hand low on Nate's back before sliding it downward and rubbing one of his favorite parts of his husband's body. "Or, if we're talking about being held in thrall, should I call you my lord?"

"Not this time," Nathaniel murmurs against a graceful collarbone. "Call me by my name. No fantasies are necessary. Nothing is sexier or more beautiful to me right now than what we share in reality. You, my love, give me full power over you because it's me, not because of some title. That's what I want right now. You, as completely mine as you would be if I really was your lord."

He begins to slide Anders' leggings down.

"You say the best things." Everything Nate says reinforces how much he loves Anders. Everything Nate does reinforces it too, and he feels so safe here.

"I am absolutely yours, Nathaniel." His other hand tangles in Nate's hair, playing with it gently as he lifts his hips to help Nate get his clothing down and off. He's used his body for any number of reasons before - comfort, safety, distraction - but Nate makes him feel cherished and treasured. ...And turned on, which the leggings weren't really hiding but now that they're off is fully on display.

"I love everything about you and everything you do, and I am entirely in your hands." Nate found that sexy? Then Anders would emphasize it because he found it sexy as well. "There is nothing that turns me on the way being able to surrender do you does, my Nate."

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