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justice_is_blond) wrote2016-01-15 11:45 am
justice_is_blond) wrote2016-01-15 11:45 amInbox for Fade Rift
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justice_is_blond) wrote2016-01-15 11:45 am
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[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.
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[ 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-
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[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.
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[ 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.
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[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.
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[ 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.