justice_is_blond | Inbox for Fade Rift

[The first squeeze of his cock has him making a quiet moan, but not so quiet that the crystal won't pick it up.]

Only as kind as you've been. You feel so good against me, knowing my body almost as well as I do. I'm canting my hips up when I see what you've got there. I want you, Zevran.

[He opens his robes and gets a hand down his pants, voice getting deeper.]

Badly enough to ask sweetly? Not that I will deny you, not when you're so warm, so eager-

[ He actually brings a vial of oil close to the crystal, allowing the sound of the cork popping free to be audible. ]

I will open you slowly, Mio Bello. It has been such a long time, has it not? No matter how you whine or strain you only get as much as I am willing to give- and I wish to take my time in this as I stroke you from within.

Please.

[For Zevran he's entirely willing to beg.]

Zevran, please. Don't tease...

[He doesn't have oil, which means the best he can do is tease his asshole before licking the palm of his other hand and starting to stroke in earnest.]

It's been so long that I need this. Need more of you, and your fantastic fingers. And I know you want me.

Just like that.

[ Moaning to make the shudder audible, Zevran slicks his own fingers- much as he is describing the opposite this? Will help them both. Stone braced against his chest he lets his hand slide down, tease and toy and slide in deep, bottom dropping out of his voice in a low groan. ]

Can you take two, Gattino? Are you ready for more? Are you grinding down against what I have given you, curled hard and pressed where you need it most?

Fuck.

[He can't just stroke himself to that, to Zevran's delicious noises and the change of his voice. It's time to resort back to hasty tricks learned in the Circle, sucking on fingers and slicking them like that before sliding one in and groaning. It's been so long, too long.]

Almost... almost.

[His voice is breathy, needy, words broken up with pants as he eases the second finger in.]

Two is so good. I have you inside me, I can feel, feel it down to my toes. Zevran... I'm arching up to kiss you, hands in your hair as I tangle our tongues together. I can't get enough of you.

Soon.

[ So soon but not soon enough, he has to shift his grip to brace his heels on the bed, voice going thick at the next sharp curl of his fingers, stroking himself harder still. ]

Soon, soon- it has been so long and two is not enough even for me, I do not wish to hurt you. [ Though it is less a problem now than it would be otherwise. ] But I take you all the same. In you, tip to root in one stroke, gasping against your mouth as I grind myself in as deep as I can go-

Oh.

[He knows how it feels to be taken in haste, the heavy burn and sharp stretch that comes from knowing the Templars will be near their hiding spot all too soon.]

It hurts, but it hurts good.

[His fingers start moving faster, pushed inside with more force, and Anders closes his eyes as he loses himself to the scene.]

I take you in and hold you close, feel your heart pounding with mine, shuddering at how much you fill me. It has been far too long and I can't be patient. I can't, and I rock my hips up, physically begging you to fuck me harder. My hands are on your hips and I'm pulling as if you could possibly be closer.

Deep breaths, Anders.

[ Deep, even breaths coiling around shuddering sighs, a hitch to the inhale that comes from crooking his fingers just so, lighting the world up behind his eyes with white heat. How much of this he could take without coming-

He fights that down, forcing himself to speak. ]

Let me hear you beg, Bello. Ask sweetly and you shall receive.

Anything you want.

[It's groaned out. Deep breaths are not the easiest to manage when he has one hand on his cock, the fingers of the other inside, and Zevran's voice and sounds filling his ears and mind.]

Anything, Zevran, but please, please. Give me your all. I need you.

[And he trusts the assassin to give it, to take him and handle him.]

You fill me so perfectly.

You, bent back, spread wide, and begging. Writhing under me as I fill you over and over, twisting so deep that you can feel me in the back of your throat-

[ His breath catches, here, as his own fingers twist and press in deep, ripping a moan from him that cracks the next word in half. ]

Unbearable.

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