A low chuckle. Nathaniel's fingers quest in deeper, though just shy of that spot inside. "Only because I love you so much. You inspire me."
A third finger, and he finally slides in deep, to the last knuckle. "Now. Should I speak with Zevran, or should you?"
He works him, casually fingering him possessively in the midst of conversation. In the back of his mind, wondering how long Anders will keep his composure while they chat.
Inspire. Now that's something to treasure. His smile goes soft... until the third finger is in and Nate drives them home. Then his expression gets a little glassy eyed as he feels the slow build resume and his heart start to beat faster.
"I think you should. He already knows where I'd stand on it. It's you he'd need peace of mind, mm, from." The graze against his prostate is lovely, and Anders kisses Nate with barely more than a brush of his lips. "You're jealous, love, and I don't say that as a bad thing. But I think he's picked up on it, and no words from me saying you're interested in this would do enough."
His breath hitches, and his smile gets a little more mischievous. "Also that way you can discuss what to do with the lord's upstart farmer."
An eyebrow and a smile. "Really? You want to continue that fantasy?" He hoists Anders' leg a bit, pulls it to lie across his own hip so he can finger him more comfortably. "I suppose it would further the service fantasy. You like the thought of submitting. And this--"
He grinds his fingers in hard, grazing over his prostate.
He groans at the grind, shifting to make them both comfortable with the leg up, fitting himself them together and feeling the whole of Nate's body against him.
"I like the thought of submitting to people I can trust." It's a small correction, but it's important. "I like trust. Knowing that I can put myself in someone's hands and not be harmed, that they want the both of us to enjoy ourselves... It has such a power. I... I feel safe."
And safe isn't something he's felt much of before, ever.
Nathaniel tucks his pinky close against his other fingers and slides it in slowly, careful not to hurt Anders. "I'll talk to him. And jealousy...my love, jealousy is entirely surmountable. And for our purposes, it might even be a little...sexy, to see you with him, and know you are mine. I can't explain it."
As the fourth finger goes in Anders stills a little aside from the leg tightening around Nate. The deeper it goes, the more they're getting close to territory Anders hasn't tried before, but Nate's being so patient and considerate. If he didn't already love the man, this would go a long way toward earning affection.
"You don't have to explain it," he says in a voice that's going breathy. "Watching the two of you kiss was beautiful. To have you as mine and kissing him will be all the better. He's golden while you're dark, smaller while you're solid. It was breathtaking before. And I very much want you to kiss him while you're both buried inside me. ...And then for you to kiss me. If it fits into the situation."
He's not a jealous man by nature. But he is very fond of affection shown.
Nathaniel's other hand smooths down Anders' chest, fingertips gliding over a nipple.
"Kissing you fits into every situation," he says with a smile, and leans in to demonstrate. "Though we might have to practice a little to make sure," he adds against Anders' lips. "You've been with him before. How thick is he? How many of my fingers?"
He drives all four fingers deep, dragging deliberately over his prostate both ways.
He makes a hoarse noise against Nate's lips, trying to somehow grind against both hands at the same time. It takes a few moments before he can actually answer Nate's question.
"A little... A little more slender than you. About, more like three fingers. Three of your fingers." A beat, a breath. "I'll practice anything with you. Anything you'd like." And that's another thing he appreciates - trusting Nate enough that he can make that offer, give himself over entirely. They have the time, and the freedom, and the everything.
"Then we'll have to be sure you can take my cock, with three of my fingers." Nice, deep, smooth strokes now. "We'll work up to it. I won't hurt you."
Soft kisses on forehead, cheek, jaw. "Gently, carefully for you. Nothing but pleasure. Noooothing but pleasure."
It's as much to coax him toward orgasm as reassure him. Overwhelm him with sweetness and care. Nathaniel isn't anywhere close to being hard again, so this is his own release, this feeling, this outpour of tenderness.
"I know you won't hurt me." His voice is hoarse, cock fully woken up. Nate's fingers push in and glide out and it feels amazing to be opened up like this.
"Oh, love. My love." With one hand he reaches up and tangles his fingers in Nate's hair, pulling the man close so he can claim the man's lips roughly. It's definitely all pleasure here and Anders' breath hitches in the kiss, resuming with a moan. The second time is far faster than the first thanks to how sensitive he'd been left, and Anders comes a few moments later, shaking as he does.
It certainly gives the ego a boost, the feeling of making Anders come on his fingers alone. Nathaniel kisses him until it is over, then slides his fingers gently out and rubs soothing circles on Anders' thigh.
"That was magnificent," he sighs against his lover's lips. "You were gorgeous."
Several moments pass before he can make much of a response. They're spent with shaky breathing and limbs and just leaning against Nate before he opens his eyes and gives Nate a tired smile.
"And you were masterful," he murmurs eventually. "You work... You work my body like no one else ever has." He's spent, absolutely spent, and it feels fantastic. "I don't think I'll ever move again. I'm going to lay here now forever."
"You're going to lie here now forever," Nathaniel corrects without thinking, then quickly reconsiders. "Sorry."
Oghren usually gives him an earful when he does that. At least he's catching it himself these days. Of course probably the worst time to slip up like that is in bed.
Nate gets a look that's somewhere between amused and incredulous.
"Well, I was considering being truthful, but if you insist, I'll lie with you forever." In the most mature show of anything ever, Anders sticks out his tongue. "I just came twice and you're getting after me for grammar. Really, Nate."
"At least now I know who to turn to when I take up writing again. You can catch any errors for me." It's only half-teasing, there's a question in there as well. Nate has the clearer head on his shoulders, no matter how Anders has his mind to himself again.
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A third finger, and he finally slides in deep, to the last knuckle. "Now. Should I speak with Zevran, or should you?"
He works him, casually fingering him possessively in the midst of conversation. In the back of his mind, wondering how long Anders will keep his composure while they chat.
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"I think you should. He already knows where I'd stand on it. It's you he'd need peace of mind, mm, from." The graze against his prostate is lovely, and Anders kisses Nate with barely more than a brush of his lips. "You're jealous, love, and I don't say that as a bad thing. But I think he's picked up on it, and no words from me saying you're interested in this would do enough."
His breath hitches, and his smile gets a little more mischievous. "Also that way you can discuss what to do with the lord's upstart farmer."
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He grinds his fingers in hard, grazing over his prostate.
"This is a safe way to do it."
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"I like the thought of submitting to people I can trust." It's a small correction, but it's important. "I like trust. Knowing that I can put myself in someone's hands and not be harmed, that they want the both of us to enjoy ourselves... It has such a power. I... I feel safe."
And safe isn't something he's felt much of before, ever.
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"You don't have to explain it," he says in a voice that's going breathy. "Watching the two of you kiss was beautiful. To have you as mine and kissing him will be all the better. He's golden while you're dark, smaller while you're solid. It was breathtaking before. And I very much want you to kiss him while you're both buried inside me. ...And then for you to kiss me. If it fits into the situation."
He's not a jealous man by nature. But he is very fond of affection shown.
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"Kissing you fits into every situation," he says with a smile, and leans in to demonstrate. "Though we might have to practice a little to make sure," he adds against Anders' lips. "You've been with him before. How thick is he? How many of my fingers?"
He drives all four fingers deep, dragging deliberately over his prostate both ways.
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"A little... A little more slender than you. About, more like three fingers. Three of your fingers." A beat, a breath. "I'll practice anything with you. Anything you'd like." And that's another thing he appreciates - trusting Nate enough that he can make that offer, give himself over entirely. They have the time, and the freedom, and the everything.
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Soft kisses on forehead, cheek, jaw. "Gently, carefully for you. Nothing but pleasure. Noooothing but pleasure."
It's as much to coax him toward orgasm as reassure him. Overwhelm him with sweetness and care. Nathaniel isn't anywhere close to being hard again, so this is his own release, this feeling, this outpour of tenderness.
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"Oh, love. My love." With one hand he reaches up and tangles his fingers in Nate's hair, pulling the man close so he can claim the man's lips roughly. It's definitely all pleasure here and Anders' breath hitches in the kiss, resuming with a moan. The second time is far faster than the first thanks to how sensitive he'd been left, and Anders comes a few moments later, shaking as he does.
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"That was magnificent," he sighs against his lover's lips. "You were gorgeous."
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"And you were masterful," he murmurs eventually. "You work... You work my body like no one else ever has." He's spent, absolutely spent, and it feels fantastic. "I don't think I'll ever move again. I'm going to lay here now forever."
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Oghren usually gives him an earful when he does that. At least he's catching it himself these days. Of course probably the worst time to slip up like that is in bed.
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"Well, I was considering being truthful, but if you insist, I'll lie with you forever." In the most mature show of anything ever, Anders sticks out his tongue. "I just came twice and you're getting after me for grammar. Really, Nate."
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"Sorry," he says again bashfully. "You're beautiful and wonderful and it was a joy to see you come twice."
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"At least now I know who to turn to when I take up writing again. You can catch any errors for me." It's only half-teasing, there's a question in there as well. Nate has the clearer head on his shoulders, no matter how Anders has his mind to himself again.