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You know what to do.

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."

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."

Edited Date: 2016-08-10 02:20 am (UTC)