He cracks, now, with Nate's gaze on him and finger inside him. One tear escapes, followed by another and more as he grabs his husband and pulls him tight against him.
"I missed you so much. I, I need you. I can't do this alone." He's not made to live alone, he's fairly certain. Or maybe he's just too weak, or... he doesn't know. "You are my rock and my home."
He's messing up the mood and he tries to regather himself with a deep breath. "I'm whole with you, my love. Even more so when you're filling my hole?" It's beyond weak. But he doesn't want to bring Nate down, not when this should be a time of joy.
It's almost too late, as his free arm wraps around Anders. He buries his face in the crook of his neck and breathes the scent of him. A second finger is added when he remembers what they are doing, but...
"You've never been alone," he says, because he feels he must, despite understanding what Anders means. He has felt alone as well. The empty promise rings hollow, so he changes it. "I'm here now."
Fingers slide out; he slides in, deep as he can go. "You can feel me, right here, as I can feel you."
He groans as Nate drives home, as well as his words. Nate's here now, he's really here now, and there's no plan to go elsewhere. There's no elsewhere to go, even. Riftwatch is separate from the Inquisition now. They can't order Nate to another base.
"I can," he murmurs, holding the back of Nate's head. "I can feel you here, and I'm here with you." Anders rocks his hips upward, grinding against his husband and moving Nate inside him, feeling so much more filled than he recalls.
His other hand slides down Nate's back, gentle and loving, and his voice lowers to a groaned whisper. "You are the love of my life, my treasure, my everything. My gorgeous husband."
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"I missed you so much. I, I need you. I can't do this alone." He's not made to live alone, he's fairly certain. Or maybe he's just too weak, or... he doesn't know. "You are my rock and my home."
He's messing up the mood and he tries to regather himself with a deep breath. "I'm whole with you, my love. Even more so when you're filling my hole?" It's beyond weak. But he doesn't want to bring Nate down, not when this should be a time of joy.
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"You've never been alone," he says, because he feels he must, despite understanding what Anders means. He has felt alone as well. The empty promise rings hollow, so he changes it. "I'm here now."
Fingers slide out; he slides in, deep as he can go. "You can feel me, right here, as I can feel you."
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"I can," he murmurs, holding the back of Nate's head. "I can feel you here, and I'm here with you." Anders rocks his hips upward, grinding against his husband and moving Nate inside him, feeling so much more filled than he recalls.
His other hand slides down Nate's back, gentle and loving, and his voice lowers to a groaned whisper. "You are the love of my life, my treasure, my everything. My gorgeous husband."