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[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.

Really.

[There's complete honesty in his voice as Anders relaxes against the man. He hasn't had a good after-sex cuddle in... forever. His partners don't tend to be into it. Which makes sense for most casual encounters. Nate's apparently touchy-feely after, though, and Anders is doing the opposite of objecting.]

You've strong, powerful features. Dependable. Striking.

[He'd make a joke about the beard doing bad things for him, but it sounds like Nate needs to hear how someone else sees him. Maybe this is why there hadn't been any rumors about Nate's sex life in Vigil's Keep - he hadn't pursued anyone because he didn't think himself attractive? That's a sad thought, though Anders can't quite pin down why.]

In the light of a campfire, the drama of it only increases. But why talk about your face alone? You've long, skilled fingers, powerful arms, are in beautiful shape, and Maker, your cock is fucking perfect.

[He tilts his head to kiss Nate's neck lightly.]

You are a very, very handsome man. I mean it, Nate.

[Something age-old in Nathaniel eases, and partly detaches. All those times his mother talked about his complexion, how bad his features were when he smiled or frowned, how he should wear his hair down to draw attention away from his nose...]

When you've had every physical flaw pointed out to you repeatedly, in detail, you learn not to look in the mirror too often. [He relaxes, feeling oddly at ease. No longer so habitually guarded. Maybe there are benefits to sleeping with people you'll see again.]

[There is nothing redeemable about Nate's parents, Anders has decided, and that only cements it. His arms go around Nate.]

They were wrong. Absolutely wrong. Of course, now that you know you're attractive I'm probably going to have to share you with half of Skyhold, aren't I. Ground rule: if you're going to sleep with someone in the tent, put something outside the flap, please. The cot works. And make sure Purrelden's not watching. She's too young to be exposed to that.

[It's a full smile pressed against Nate's neck this time. Letting himself feel happy is stupid and such a risk because it always goes wrong, but he feels it anyway right now.]

[Share you with half of Skyhold.

Nathaniel doesn't want to be shared.

Nathaniel doesn't want to share Anders.

He exhales defeat at the epiphany, tightening his arms around Anders, eyes sinking shut.]

I don't think you have anything to worry about. I have a bad arm, it slows me down.

[Just a light jest while his mind flashes the you idiot signals.

He cares for Anders. As in, cares for. And he has for quite some time now.

Andraste's blood.]

[That's... not exactly the expected reaction, a heavy sigh and a tight grasp, almost as if he doesn't want to let go. The bad arm won't be bad forever, not when Anders has something to say about it, and... A tiny suspicion begins to bloom, fostered by the glances Zevran had been giving the both of them, the mention of a wait, and that Nate could always see his beauty and his light. It's impossible, though, because Anders is Anders. No one could want him for more than just sex. He's a danger. A threat.

And until this moment he'd had no clue how much he might want to be wanted by the best person he knows.

It would be a disaster. It's stupid to even think about it. And he's entirely reading into such small things, that can't be what is going on here. Nate's just nervous about rejection, or something.

He realizes he's been quiet for a stretch of time now, and still doesn't know what to say.]

Is... everything all right?

[Yeah, no, that was not the right thing to ask.]

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