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Nathaniel knows he should feel ashamed of himself, playing in what is practically a rape fantasy. But the point of these fantasies is that those things are set to one side and there is full consent in reality, so the fantasy matters little.

He reaches out and opens those robes a little more, taking a good long look.

"I can see you are healthy," he says quietly, "and have a pleasing form. Come with me, and we will discuss this further."

He offers his hand to Anders, prepared to lead him to the tent.

He colors faintly as his robes are moved and he's looked over. Putting himself entirely in the control of hands he trusts happens to be one of Anders' favorite things, and that's in part because he's trusted so very few enough for this in his life.

Anders takes Nate's hand and follows him into the tent, letting go as soon as their inside so he can slowly unfasten his robe tie and push the garment open the rest of the way.

"My lord seems to appreciate what he sees. He may... he may see as much as he'd like." The hesitation is deliberate, trying to sound like he's nervous when he's actually not. Anders' lowered eyes and smile that's not quite shy and humble give that away; he's not an actor despite how he's trying for the scene. With a shrug of his shoulders, he's dropping the robes entirely and standing there in leggings, socks, and boots... and very glad that it's warm and not cold.

"I am at my lord's disposal, only please spare my farm."

Listen to this show, with that smirk on Anders' face. Nathaniel's gaze becomes very hungry indeed. He tilts his head, the spoiled king who is still deciding if this is good enough for him. A moment later, he steps forward, taking inventory as he circles him.

"You're very pretty. But I would like to see the rest of the goods first. Take off the rest of your clothes."

With that, he turns away and shrugs off his own shirt. It's its own relief; it's oppressively hot this far north.

He knows Nate likes what he sees, and yet getting it confirmed is hot. Anders quickly gets his boots and socks off, but the leggings are more slowly shrugged down in case Nate wants to take a look. The fact that he might is exciting, and it shows a little already.

"As you've requested, my lord. I trust you'll find what you see appealing." Aside from some of the scars, but it's not like he thinks they'll be brought up. He's a farmer here. A farmer doesn't have marks around his wrists, wouldn't survive a blade through the heart.

"Would you like me on my knees for you? Or back? I'll do for you as you'd like."

Nathaniel does turn to watch as the leggings drop, eyes lingering on that proud cock. After a beat, he approaches, takes Anders by the waist, inhales the scent of his hair, and drags his palm over that length.

"Neither. Knees and back are for common whores who spread their legs and pretend they are somewhere else till it is over. You are special. I want you to ride me. I want to see your thighs strain as you take me in, your eyes on me, your cock throbbing in my hand."

His lips brush against a golden temple. "I want to remember you."

His eyes close as Nate touches him, working to keep to his role and not rock into the palm on his cock. The scene is supposed to be about the lord on the surface, not the farmer. Though Nate is very definitely making it about the both of them. He can feel the kiss linger even after the light brush is over, and Anders nods.

"I am but a farmer, my lord, but I am yours to command. Shall I prepare myself, or would you prefer to do it?"

Nate's beautiful, and this is one man he'd gladly kneel for.

Yours to command. Those are words Nathaniel really likes to hear, especially out of Anders' lips. He grinds his palm against that cock once more, then turns away, feigning aloofness. As much as he wants to claim Anders, he still plays the part of a spoiled lord. He walks toward their bed on the ground, untying his trousers.

"Prepare yourself," he commands. "But I want to watch."

When he is naked, he reclines on their bed, eyes keen and glazed with lust.

Despite his efforts to seem impartial, Anders licks his lips at that second grind. Nate is glorious, and Anders watches every move the archer makes hungrily. He's going to ride his lover so hard...

Anders retrieves oil from his pack and comes over to the bed, kneeling with his back regrettably toward Nate. It's the best way for Nate to see him. At least he knows Nate will enjoy the show. He bends forward and slides his first slicked finger in all the way, making a quiet noise as he takes it. The second finger takes a little more work, a little tension showing in his back and thighs as he gets it in.

Nathaniel sits up as the second finger slides in, running a knuckle down Anders' spine to his tailbone. Then his hands move to Anders' ass, each taking a cheek and spreading them open so he can have a better view. The sight of Anders stretched around his own fingers, preparing himself for Nathaniel's cock, makes his mouth go dry and his cock throb hard.

"Faster," he rasps.

He groans as he's spread open. Anders loves being looked at, watched, and Nate is clearly into it.

"As my lord wishes," he says, voice hoarse. Slowly he picks up speed, fucking himself on his own fingers, remembering how it feels to have Nate's cock inside him. Before he's entirely ready for it, Anders adds a third finger, grunting at the stretch as he shows off as much as he's able. "I am... am here to serve at my lord's pleasure."

Nathaniel hears that discomfort and revels in it, how eager Anders is to give himself before he is entirely ready. Anders is bound by his word, at his own volition, and it's the sexiest thing Nathaniel has ever seen, sexier than any ties or restraints they might have brought into it. His cock hasn't been touched once and he's hard already. He presses his lips to Anders' spine and tastes salt, one hand sliding over Anders' so he can feel his fingers work himself.

He's not sure which is better, the press of lips to his back, or Nate needing even more than simply seeing Anders prepare himself. It's all the encouragement he needs to keep going for several more thrusts, only keeping himself a little quiet because they're in the camp.

Before he's entirely ready he slows and stills, looking back over his shoulder. "If my lord is feeling impatient..." The implication is clear, he hopes.

There is a pause, then Nathaniel pulls Anders' fingers out by the wrist and moves to turn him around. When they are face to face, he reclines again, tucking his hands beneath his head. Every bit the spoiled prince, expecting someone else to do all the work. But there is still a glimmer in his eye as he sees the face he loves flushed, the golden body aching for him.

The facts that he's hard and eager to move as directed don't quite fit into the scene, but it's not just about the scene here. It's also about how he can trust Nate enough to do this.

Anders shifts to position himself over Nate's cock before slowly reaching down and taking it in hand and giving it a slow stroke. "It seems my lord is very gifted. He must be very proud." And Anders is very glad to press the head of it against his hole, swallowing hard at the dull pressure he feels as he grinds down a little. After taking a breath, Anders starts to slide down and take Nate's cock in with care, closing his eyes at the sensations. There isn't a point in keeping them open this time; he shouldn't be meeting Nate's eyes and that's what he'd most want to do with them. But the mental image of his gorgeous lover is still in his mind with every fantastic inch he takes in.

Nathaniel would ordinarily have his hands all over Anders now, guiding him down, gliding over his skin, giving as he takes. Now, his hands remain tucked firmly beneath his head, and he fights to keep them there. Anders is giving freely now, simply at Nathaniel's direction. He gives without asking for something, indeed setting it up so that Nathaniel is not supposed to give back or it would ruin the fantasy. And it is hot.

So Nathaniel breathes as hot flesh closes around him, relaxing, watching as he disappears inside, feeling the clench of that slick, tight channel. And without his urging, more is given, till their bodies are fully joined and Anders sits on his lap with Nathaniel throbbing deep inside him.

Being filled is always intense, and always so good. The fact that it's Nate's cock driven deep inside him makes it so much better. Remembering Nate's earlier instructions, Anders opens his eyes back up and keeps them directed right around at Nate's chin.

He licks his lips and takes a moment to catch his breath before Anders slowly shifts back upward, all the way to the point of almost letting Nate's cock slip out before he takes it back in again. The muscles in his body are tense as he moves - he hadn't stretched as much as he normally would for this, and while he's not in pain, there's a lot of pressure to adjust to.

Nathaniel watches keenly as Anders rides him, breath becoming labored as he sees himself slide out, then back in. After a moment, one hand slides from behind his head and reaches out to feel the flesh of Anders' hole stretched tight around him, prodding and exploring rather than pleasing. Following an impulse he might have pushed away before, when he was Nathaniel and not the King. He does not breach the stretched muscle with his finger--Anders isn't prepared enough for that--but he gives it a little pressure before moving away, fingertips brushing the head of Anders' cock, his touch far more clinical than it is loving. Exploring the details of a new possession.

Edited Date: 2016-06-08 04:31 am (UTC)

Anders shivers, breath catching, as Nate teases the ring of muscle. He's fairly certain he can't take it just yet, but the thought of Nate claiming even more is intense. The way Nate touches him right after that only helps - it's possessive, examining, judging.

He picks up the pace slowly, steadily, the muscles of his thighs and stomach visibly tensing as he moves.

"Does my lord think that he can find mercy for me in his heart? ...In my body?"

The next time Anders' hips sink down, Nathaniel's finger sinks inside with his cock. It's quite a stretch, but he wants to see how much Anders can take. How much the farmer is willing to endure for the sake of his land.

"He can," he purrs. "If you continue please him."

He gasps, head bending forward as he keeps sliding down, straining to move steadily instead of stopping. That's more than he's taken in a long, long time and Anders' breathing is strained the whole slide in. Once down he has to stop and catch his breath. His hair's fallen in his face, sticking there, and his thighs are trembling.

"I will... do my best." His voice is strained as he starts to move again at a much slower pace than before.

Nathaniel's free hand comes to Anders' hip, making sure he takes it nice and slow and doesn't get so caught up in the fantasy that he hurts himself. He encourages a gentle rocking motion, no bouncing, and keeps an eye out for any sign of blood.

"Would you like two cocks in you?" he asks idly. "I have an assassin who serves me--golden hair and brown skin, well-muscled. I wonder if you could take us both at the same time, working you, rubbing together inside you."

His eyes widen at the question, and Anders swallows hard. The idea of taking both Nate and Zevran at the same time is intense. He takes Nate's cock and finger deeply again before answering, partly because he's not sure he can answer while sliding down.

"I serve my Lord's pleasure. If he wishes to use his servant so, I will obey. I'll do anything for my farm."

It's as clear a yes as the scenario allows for. He can't seem too eager, but mentioning the imaginary farm as if that's the motivator should make his answer clear.

"I would even act as the servant to you both if you desire." Anders doesn't know why this scenario does so much for him, giving up control and obeying, but they both seem to be into it which means he isn't about to stop. Justice is furious, this is the angriest he's been during sex, but Anders pushes that to the back of his mind as he sets a new, steady pace with Nate, letting the archer have control of that as liquid starts to bead at the tip of his cock.

A moan escapes Nathaniel that he cannot help--Anders is almost unbearably tight around him, and his own scenario is making it even hotter in here. He can imagine being inside Anders with Zevran, cocks sliding together as they both have their fill of him.

"Would you like me to lean you back against me? Lie down and spread you open as he feeds my cock into you? I would hold you open as he entered you, slowly, sliding against my cock inside you and making you fuller than you have ever been. He would lean in and kiss me, and I would grind up into you while you lay helplessly pinned between us. Or perhaps he would come from behind you as you rode me and slide into you without warning. He is very sneaky."

His free hand finally moves and wraps around Anders' cock, thumb collecting the moisture from the tip before beginning to stroke firmly.

Watching them kiss while both were inside him... Anders groans and doesn't quite know how to respond in a way that fits the scenario. He also can't fight a thrust into Nate's hand that's a little demanding despite how he's trying to be the obedient servant. He's so close, being filled so well, imagining Zevran as well, surrendering to Nate, the hand, all of it, and his breath is shuddery as he continues riding Nate. Somehow he needs to keep himself under control, because he can't imagine a lord using a servant and being fine with the servant getting there first, and because he likes the challenge too.

"My likes are what my lord likes. I could imagine my lord enjoying the kiss while both of you find your pleasure in me." They'd been beautiful kissing each other. "And it would truly be a sign of how much I yield to my lord if he holds me open while another joins him in taking me."

Anders wants to give in completely, and if he didn't trust Nate (and Zevran) as much as he does this would be terrifying. Instead he's turned on and carefully speeding up the way he's riding Nate.

Nathaniel will ask Anders properly after this, get clear consent for this fantasy, if they both still desire it after this one is past.

His orgasm takes him only when he can't make it last any longer, and he doesn't know how Anders has endured so long. Usually he makes sure Anders comes first, but for this fantasy, it is more appropriate to let go, to take for himself, so he does. He spills into Anders with a long moan deep in his chest, hips jerking, hands working his lover to move him along faster, bring him to the same.