I want you. You'll never be unwanted so long as I'm here.
[Nate's fingers feel so good in his hair, and the panting tells Anders everything he wants to know. Slowly Anders lets the lightning play over Nate's stomach as he kisses the archer's hip, talking between presses of his lips.]
And Andraste will be shocked by the amount of pleasure I intend for you to take tonight if she cares to watch as well.
[Later, Nathaniel will feel guilty. He's never been a good Andrastian, but he likes to think he is at least faithful at heart. Ah, well. Worse blasphemy has been uttered by more righteous people.]
[He has no faith. The Chantry and interpretations of Andraste have brought him so much pain and suffering that he refuses to treat anything as sacred. Except Nate.
Anders begins working at making a mark on Nate's hip as his fingers continue down, pausing right next to Nate's cock teasingly before instead he slides them between Nate's asscheeks.]
Reach into my pocket and get the oil for me, would you?
[It takes some fumbling. It's been a very long time since anyone did this to him, and he's a bit nervous. What it will be like with electric fingers, he can't even imagine. He passes the oil down to Anders and lies back, taking a deep breath and watching the sky.]
[He smiles back, looking into his lover's eyes before nodding.]
I could suck your cock while I finger you, let you fuck my mouth, if you'd like. That's certainly something you'll not be out of practice with. Or, [a finger teases the ring of muscles far lower,] I could turn, and let you suck on me while I suck you and finger you. Your call.
[His breath catches and he nods, sitting up to undo his robes and then scoot his leggings down his thighs. Anders takes his time positioning himself over Nate's head, savoring the anticipation, before bending forward and pressing an open-mouthed kiss to the tip of Nate's cock.
A little more oil is added before his fingers return to where they'd been, one starting to nudge inward with great care.]
[Nathaniel's lips surround the head of Anders' cock as he is breached, and he moans softly. His arms hook around Anders' hips and bring him down so he can take him deeper, tongue undulating over his length.]
[Nate doesn't have to strain to pull him down; Anders is all too eager to slide into his willing mouth with a long groan. It feels heavenly, the warmth, Nate's tongue, and Anders wraps his lips around Nate's cock in return. His finger slides in to the first knuckle, then the second, finally sinking in all the way and resting there as Anders gives Nate's body time to adjust.]
[It's not bad. A little odd, to have something going in instead of out, but there is no pain. When he slides into Anders' mouth, however, he gives a longer moan. If his mouth wasn't full, he'd start blaspheming again. Instead he sucks hard on Anders' cock, his hands gliding over his sides before coming back to grip his ass.]
[If that's the reaction he gets from one finger... A shiver runs through Anders' body with the suck, and he lets the smallest spark of lightning spread inside Nate. He rocks his hips a little downward as he does, enjoying his chance to take Nate in two places.]
[A sharp gasp, a jerk of his hips against that finger, his fingers tighten around Anders' ass and he sucks harder. His moan is enough to convey Anders' name as a prayer.]
[He groans, thighs trembling a little. That's one finger, one little bit of magic. Maker, the ways he can blow Nate's mind... Anders pulls off Nate's cock, kissing the sides of it slowly, before shaking his head.]
And this is one spell. I might make a magic addict out of you yet.
[The casting stops so he can slide the finger out and add more lubricant before carefully starting to ease two fingers in this time. Nate needs to feel it deeper.]
[Nathaniel can feel the stretch now. His hips remain still, allowing it to happen as it happens, else he fears he'll hurt himself. It has been years and years since he was entered like this. He undulates his tongue over Anders' length, focusing on that instead of the peculiar sensation inside him.]
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[Nate's fingers feel so good in his hair, and the panting tells Anders everything he wants to know. Slowly Anders lets the lightning play over Nate's stomach as he kisses the archer's hip, talking between presses of his lips.]
And Andraste will be shocked by the amount of pleasure I intend for you to take tonight if she cares to watch as well.
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Anders. [It's a sigh and a prayer and a plea.]
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Anders begins working at making a mark on Nate's hip as his fingers continue down, pausing right next to Nate's cock teasingly before instead he slides them between Nate's asscheeks.]
Reach into my pocket and get the oil for me, would you?
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I won't hurt you.
[The lightning's stopped as he starts to slick the cleft of Nate's ass, fingers gliding very slowly, soothingly.]
I love you. If you're not comfortable with this, we can do something else.
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I'm not doubting you, love. I'm out of practice, is all.
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I could suck your cock while I finger you, let you fuck my mouth, if you'd like. That's certainly something you'll not be out of practice with. Or, [a finger teases the ring of muscles far lower,] I could turn, and let you suck on me while I suck you and finger you. Your call.
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Turn.
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A little more oil is added before his fingers return to where they'd been, one starting to nudge inward with great care.]
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And this is one spell. I might make a magic addict out of you yet.
[The casting stops so he can slide the finger out and add more lubricant before carefully starting to ease two fingers in this time. Nate needs to feel it deeper.]
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