justice_is_blond | Inbox for Fade Rift

[Nathaniel casts away the last of the garments obscuring Anders, then kicks off his own shoes once Anders has his shirt off. It occurs to him (as it sometimes does) that he hasn't had sex in some time, well over a year, and that's something of a relief. Maybe these feelings are simply his body telling him to get it out of his system. And hearing his own name on Anders' lips is exactly as intoxicating as Zevran made it out to be.

Anders is gorgeous. Stretched beneath him, golden and bare, wanton and ready. Nathaniel's trousers slide off and he immediately slides a knee between Anders' legs, giving him friction to move against as he reaches for the salve he uses for cuts and burns. He doesn't kiss, only keeps Anders' gaze intently for a moment. The reason might be clear when one of his fingers grazes his entrance, slick with salve, before sliding inside. He wants to see Anders' face as he is taken.]

[He'd said he had no shame and he meant it, grinding against Nate's knee as soon as it's offered, eyes on Nate's face as the man moves. And move he does, making Anders' breath catch and head fall back to the blankets as the first finger eases in. His mouth is a little open, eyes half-lidded, as it shifts around, and his voice is breathy.]

Not... Not messing around, I see.

[Some men simply wanted to get to the main event. And honestly, with as hard as Anders is right now, he's not complaining. Normally he'd like a little more playing around, but right now he could certainly do with this.]

Another, Nate. I can take a second.

[He reaches up to slide a hand down Nate's arm, feeling the muscles working in tandem with what he feels inside of him.]

Next time, [Nathaniel promises. Ordinarily his foreplay is quite decadent and elaborate, if he has his way, but that's without months of pent-up frustration. They're both very wound up, and Nathaniel isn't sure how long either of them will last, with or without foreplay. His free hand glides down the slope of Anders' shoulder, down his chest, teasing a nipple. Then he adds the second finger, giving a pleased rumble when Anders touches his arm.]

Next time, I'll treat you as you ought to be treated. With every care and attention. But I think-- [on that word, his fingers go deep] --you are as eager as I am for this.

[His head dips down, dark hair falling around his face as he takes the unattended nipple and sucks it into his mouth.]

[Next time. Nate promises a next time as he touches Anders, fingers him deeply, and starts the stretching in earnest. It's... In others, it would be premature. But he's admired and cared for Nate for much too long to even consider this as a one-time thing.

Especially at the thrust of Nate's fingers, timed with his words, and the suction on Anders' nipple. Anders groans, rocking his hips against those fingers, breathing heavily already. Nate's right. He wants this very much.]

I've no idea where you're getting that idea.

[The words are groaned as he tangles fingers in Nate's hair, playing with it, tugging lightly, savoring the way it feels before both of his hands glide down Nate's back. Just because they're agreed on a next time doesn't mean he shouldn't feel up as much of the man as he can this time.]

And I hope you're all right with me touching you below the waist now, because Maker, the moment I can reach it I'm grabbing your ass. I've checked it out far too many times to miss my chance here.

[Nathaniel arches against those hands as they slide down his back, and breaks away from that nipple to give a low chuckle.]

You may touch anything you like.

[Oddly flattering, though, learning how many times he didn't notice Anders checking out his ass. All those times he thought he was merely teasing, insincere.]

[It's not hard to think a shameless flirt is merely teasing, especially as his seeking of sex as an escape hasn't always been obvious. But Anders doesn't flirt where he isn't interested, because he's lived in a situation where there's danger from the wrong sort of attention. He flirts with many because he's attracted to many.

Some more than others. Nate's not just a nice body. He's someone Anders trusts utterly, treasures, would give his life for.]

Mm. I'll make certain to remember that.

[He hooks a leg around Nate and under his rear, giving it just enough of a nudge upward that it's finally within grasp. His hands slide the rest of the way down and squeeze as Anders makes a very approving sound.]

I think I'll let you touch anything you'd like too.

[Another rock of his hips gets a little more movement inside him and has his eyes flutter shut for a moment.]

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[Those rocking hips get a third finger sliding into him. Nathaniel is fairly thick, and he wants to be sure Anders is comfortable.]

When I touch what I want, you're going to laugh.

[His free hand moves up to Anders' hair and tugs it free of its restraint, fingers burying in soft golden strands.]

Oh.

[Three fingers he can feel, and for several moments Anders can't talk, can only adjust and anticipate more. He licks his lips, trying to catch his breath, looking up at Nate with slightly glazed eyes as his hair is freed.

He cranes his neck up, trying for another kiss while also trying to keep Nate's fingers in his hair. It's a weird half-motion that he hopes is understood by the way his eyes refocus on the archer's lips.]

[How can Nathaniel not kiss him, after that little utterance? His fingers comb through the silk they freed as he claims the mouth below.

On his back or on his knees he is a wonder to behold. Can you imagine having him under your hands, under your mouth? How he might beg for you to stop teasing him and take him?

He slows the thrusts of his fingers, keeps them just too shallow to reach where Anders really wants them to reach. When Anders rolls his hips, he pulls back just a little, hoping to drive him wild.]

[He gets the kiss he's aiming for... and then Nathaniel stops giving his fingers as much. Anders makes a questioning noise, trying to follow them and getting nowhere. The kiss gets broken and he gives Nate a confused look.]

Why... You just said, said eager. That's not eager, Nate.

[There's a little pleading in his tone already. He tugs on Nate's hips as if he can pull the man into doing more, giving him more.]

You want me, I want you...

Don't berate me.

[His fingers slide out of Anders now, taking a little more of the salve and stroking himself with it languidly.]

Beg me.

[Now he sees the shape of the game and relaxes, because this is something he knows. His eyes watch Nate's hand and he shivers again, spreading his legs more, putting himself all the more on display.]

I want you. I want you filling me, fucking me, hard, Nate, please.

[He pulls his gaze from Nate's hand to meet the man's eyes.]

Take me the way you want me. Show me. I need you to you.

[Look at him, so beautifully open and shameless. Nathaniel's eyes rake him from top to bottom, taking in the flush of his skin, the dewy damp of sweat, the proud, erect cock curving over his hip. Nathaniel groans low in his chest at the sight, the sound of his name on Anders' lips, and he rolls on top of him, taking his hips in hand and tilting them upward. He positions himself and slides in, slow but unrelenting, panting by the time he is buried to the hilt. He presses his lips to a flushed ear, panting with want.]

You want me to fuck you within an inch of your life, [he whispers heavily, still-slick hand teasing over that proud erection, pausing to circle the tip slowly.]

[Anders groans as Nate starts the steady, stretching slide in, and it turns to quieter noises as Nate keeps going. His eyes are closed, mouth open as he works to breathe and relax. By the time Nate is fully inside of him and whispering, Anders is trembling just a little. It's been so long since he's felt the dangerous stir of more than just lust as he's being fucked and he's working to keep the tiny bud of that firmly in check even as he's relentlessly invaded.]

Ye-es. Oh, yes. Please, Nate. [His cock twitches in Nate's hand and Anders manages to open his eyes again, looking up at the amazing man on top of him, in control, whom he absolutely, utterly trusts.]

Make me cry out your name, please, please. Make me... [He moans and shifts his hips up just a little, feeling a shift inside him and bumping the hand playing with his length.]

[It is like making love to a thunderstorm with how he clings and cries out. The bite of his nails in your back, the slick clasp of his body around you-

This is what he needed. The begging, the hooded eyes, the writhing and pleading. Anders at his mercy and wanting only to surrender more and more. He begins to thrust, slow at first but relentlessly deep, keeping Anders' hips tilted up so the thick, blunt head of him can ram against his prostate every time. He pants heavily against Anders' ear, his touch on Anders' cock still barely more than a light tease.]

[He jerks the first time Nate strikes his prostate, gasps the second, and clings for dear life as it continues. The angle is absolutely perfect and that he can hear what he's doing to Nate makes it even better.]

How do you... Maker.

[So very rarely does someone manage to fit that well to him, to hit the gland even a couple of times, forget over and over. His legs cross behind Nate and he uses the leverage to meet the thrusts all the better, turning his head to desperately seek contact with his lips and Nate's skin. Sharp cheek, eyebrow, he kisses what he can find frantically as the heat within his core builds all too quickly.]

[Nathaniel grins to himself, smug that he's still got it. He's not going to last long, though. Zevran very nearly did him in with words alone, earlier. He begins to thrust harder, hand sliding around Anders' flushed, weeping cock at last and stroking sweetly, tenderly.]

May I come inside you? [he mumbles between kisses along Anders' ear. If Anders waits too long to answer, he might not get a say.]

[He makes a keening noise as Nate speeds up and finally starts touching him in earnest, nearly missing the question before he hears it and nods, frantically.]

Yes. Nate, yes, yes.

[It's so much more work to clean up and he doesn't care at all because he doesn't want this to stop, not until he feels Nate find release in him. In the man Nate knows through and through and yet still wants this with. He's far too good for Anders but even that thought can't slow the pounding of his heart or erase the careful strokes along his length.]

I want to come with you.

[Coordination is hard. He doesn't care. He's close, Nate's close...]

A little harder, stroke a little harder, please, Nate. I'm almost...

[If Anders wants to come with him, he'll have to gulp deep breaths and slow down when he most wants to pound harder than he ever has. He tightens his fist and strokes Anders firmly, merciless at last, while he teeters on the edge.

Then he can't stop it. He is coming into that willing body in swift spurts, fucking Anders like his life depends on it, moaning into that beautiful, fragrant hair.]

Just... Right...

[Just there, right like that, he can't manage sentences anymore because all around him is Nate and the man stiffens and releases, making the most beautiful noise and Anders finds his own climax seconds later, spilling onto Nate's hand and his own stomach, panting and holding tight as if for dear life.

Anders stays there, like that, for several moments, before one hand drops from Nate and the other slides up to gently play with the man's hair.]

You are masterful.

[It's a whisper. He doesn't want to disturb this, whatever it is.]

[Maker, it lasts ages. And when he comes back down, his feet won't even touch the ground. He remains inside Anders for now, though soon they will both be too sensitive for it, and gives a hoarse chuckle.]

You are magnificent, [he returns. He kisses him again, messy hand reaching for a cloth nearby so he can wipe them both clean.] Worth the wait, I think?

Wait? What wait? I wrote you off as entirely uninterested years ago.

[It's delivered with an amused snort before he returns the kiss and adds another.]

I thought for certain I wasn't what you were into. It made the teasing more of a challenge, and made you, I thought, a fair target for Zevran's challenge.

[The hand in Nate's hair moves down to his shoulder to push lightly, so that Anders can meet Nate's eyes. The smile he's wearing is one that very few have seen, open, a little shy, and warm.]

I'm glad I was wrong. And I am, surprisingly, glad I owe him a drink.

Oh, I was interested. [He gives one more grind of his hips before pulling out of Anders, giving a slight shudder.] I was only certain you were teasing. A gorgeous, charming, talented man, interested in a grizzled, homely, grumpy thing like me?

[He sits up and rests his elbows on his knees, feeling better than he has in a long time.]

Mm.

[The grind feels good, despite how sensitive he is, and he sighs as he loses the fantastic feeling of being full. Next time, Nate had said. He very much hoped the man meant that.]

Say that part again? The gorgeous, charming, talented bit?

[The smile's growing slowly, and Anders sits up and leans against Nate because he's not quite ready to end all of the physical contact.]

Not the other part, because most of it's wrong. Homely and grumpy are entirely incorrect. But I happen to like grizzled.

[A beat.]

Okay. Maybe a little grumpy. But not an off-putting amount. And exceedingly far from homely. Especially right now.

[Nathaniel slides an arm behind Anders and manages to cuddle with him, resting his cheek atop his head.]

Really? [He's never managed to see that in the mirror. Though he does tend to avoid mirrors for that reason.] Thomas and Delilah got all the looks. The only good thing I seemed to inherit was the family compulsive heroism.

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