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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.

Anders swears quietly as he feels Nate spill inside him and he can feel the moan as well, all the way to his toes. The hands on him are clear invitation to join and Anders does, hands going to Nate's shoulders to support himself as he climaxes, muscles going tight around Nate as his back arches.

He stays seated on Nate for a short time after. There's a lot of blinking and a lot of pleasant haze there, disrupted only by how upset Justice is by the whole scenario. Anders has just put himself as beneath someone, was excited by it, is excited by the thought of doing it again... The spirit definitely knows how to crash a good time.

Exhaling, Anders starts shifting off Nate. "So I'll assume his farm got spared, then, because I'm just that good."

A breathless chuckle. As soon as he can, Nathaniel pulls Anders down into his arms. "You are good," he sighs against his lips as he begins kissing him, over and over, as if he can't get enough of the taste of his lips.

There's a little relief mixed in with the joy as he folds happily into kissing back and holding back. The make-believe farmer had needed his lord's approval for his livelihood; Anders wants simply to know that he's making his love, his lover, happy.

"As are you," he whispers back between kisses. "Perfect." He knows he's broken, but sometimes he feels like he can be whole again. Nate takes him there.

"I love you." They're going to be a sticky mess and he couldn't care less.

"I love you." Kiss. "And." Kiss. He pulls back just enough to look at Anders. "Did you like that? Thinking about me and Zevran taking you at the same time?"

Because that reaction was hot. And the idea is, too. Maker, the actual thing would be incredible. Seeing Anders submit to them both like that, holding him open, watching his face as he was stretched around them both...whew.

"Yes." He's not ashamed of his desires, and since it had been Nate's suggestion he knows that it's not going to bother or shock the archer.

"I've never taken two at once, but Maker, like that? And to..." Now, now there's a touch of shyness in the way he looks down. Anders is pretty certain there's nothing wrong in submitting when you trust someone, but Justice's strong disagreement is making him wonder. "To surrender to you and him... It's freeing, doing that with you. I know you won't hurt me, and I know he won't like that."

He's still not sure if Zevran would refuse a big enough offer to kill him, but the elf wouldn't toy, wouldn't kill like that. He'd promised clean and quick.

Nathaniel kisses him again, then pulls back to look him up and down. "We'll have to talk with him about it. And prepare you, of course. Taking us both at once would require quite a bit of practice."

His hand slides down to Anders' ass, one finger sliding between a little and smearing semen and sweat together. Suggestive, not yet attempting any such preparation.

"You and I can handle that, I think."

"It will definitely take... Oh." The last word is more noise than anything as his eyes flutter closed. He's a little over-sensitive still, but Anders has rarely let that slow him down or stop him. His voice is breathy as he opens his eyes back up and continues talking.

"Conversation and clarity, yes. And physical preparation. A good bit of... of that." He rocks down against the finger, eyes intent on Nate's. "What you did with your finger and your cock felt so good. I like when you push me."

"I like seeing you pushed. You take it so bravely." At Anders' movement, the finger slides deeper between two cheeks. He is curious now, and the pad of his finger grazes Anders' entrance, not pressing further. Seeing how far Anders wants him to take this. "Do you want me to keep pushing you now?"

He stretches his legs out a little before leaning forward and kissing Nate's lips gently.

"Yes." This, too, is freeing. He knows if he says no Nate won't be upset, and he's with someone he wants to keep saying yes to. "I trust you."

Nate's finger is on the verge of sliding in, teasing, offering, and Anders will gladly take that offer. "You're so good to me, love."

Nathaniel's finger massages the ring of muscle gently before pressing past it, sliding in to the first knuckle. As careful and gentle this time as he was brutal a moment ago. He slides in a second beside it, keeping his touch shallow to avoid pressing against an over-sensitive prostate. His free hand comes to stroke Anders' cheek as he begins to thrust with his fingers--only an inch or two deep, until he can feel Anders begin to warm to it. He doesn't mean to keep things gentle forever. This is meant to push him, after all.

He kisses him, then touches their foreheads together. "Only my best for you, my love."

Maybe he can make him scream this time.

A huff of air, and then Anders is relaxing into the slow workings of Nate's fingers. He rests against that forehead touch, arms looping lazily around the archer. His voice is languid and warm; he's feeling languid and warm.

"The best, hm? Does that mean I can get another cat?" The smile on his face says he's teasing. "Though I'll allow that you could be calling yourself the best... and you could be correct." Nate's nose gets a gentle kiss. "Would be correct."

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.

"This is a safe way to do it."

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."