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[justice_is_blond]

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.

[ombranera]

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.

[justice_is_blond]

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.

[ombranera]

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.