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You know what to do.

"Forever." Nathaniel gives a pleased grunt when his ass is squeezed. He redirects his kisses to Anders' ear, tongue caressing the incredibly soft skin just behind, nose buried in that silky, fragrant hair. "Do you want a wedding?" Kissing along his jaw, slowly. "Let's have a wedding."

"A wedding," he echoes, trying out the thought for the very first time. The race of his heart is mostly inspired by Nate's closeness and the warm, intimate kisses, but in part it's due to fears about what people would say, what they'd think, what they'd... except they can't do. They can't. And what they say and do doesn't matter anymore. Yesterday had helped it finally start sinking in, more than anyone else knows, and Bethany and Nate especially.

He has people he loves, and he is loved by them.

Anders pulls back slightly from the kisses to look into Nate's eyes. "Let's have a wedding, Nathaniel. I would be wed to you." And then he's leaning forward again, returning lips to lips and pressing as much against Nate as possible.

"A wedding." There's a faint, relieved chuckle in there, broken against Anders' lips. "I'm going to marry you."

His hands slide up Anders' chest and over his shoulders. Lightly, they begin to tease, caressing the soft skin of his throat, drawing circles over his shoulders, running lightly over his nipples one finger at a time. They come back down and around to feel his heartbeat with his hands before returning to toy gently with his nipples until they are stiff. He is going to take his time now, and treat Anders properly.

"I don't know Howe I got so lucky," he whispers as Nate's hands explore him. It's nice to take time and savor this. To savor Nate and the way his lover touches him. Anders' body responds quickly, about as fast as his heart is pounding, and he makes a quiet noise at the toying with his nipples.

He reaches down to trace the lines of Nate's stomach and hips, lightly grazing his cock deliberately, playfully, before he takes it in hand gently and gives it a slow stroke.

"...I might have to rethink all of the name jokes considering I don't have a family name to offer you." Which means he's winding up Anders Howe.

Nathaniel rolls his hips, thrusting into the circle of Anders' hand while one knee opens Anders' legs even further.

"You don't have to be a Howe," he says, voice deepening as his arousal heightens. "Name or no, you will have a sister and a nephew. You will be family. My husband."

One hand entwines with Anders' free hand lovingly before drawing it down to join the other, settling both between Anders' legs as he thrusts between them.

"I'll have you," he replies. A sister and a nephew are nice. He's wanted a family for so long. But Nate is what he wants the most, and Nate is who he has.

Nate's hand gets a quick squeeze before he's holding it there with the other, welcoming the eager thrusts of Nate's cock. That gets far more careful squeezes as Anders watches the thrusting with darkened eyes.

"I want to take your name because it's yours."

Nathaniel goes slowly, treating Anders' hands like he treats his ass, anticipation of the future. He is tender, loving, attentive with those beloved hands, his fingers gliding over the insides of Anders' thighs before one curls around Anders' cock.

"Anders Howe." He'd never thought about it, but now it fuels his desire, knowing how utterly Anders wishes them to be joined. "My husband, Anders Howe."

The look on Nate's face is parallel to how he's treating Anders' body, almost prayerful, and it and the words make a powerful mix. He can't imagine being loved this much by anyone else, just as he couldn't imagine ever being loved this much before now.

"Your husband," Anders echoes. "And you'll be mine, Nathaniel."

The hand on his cock gets a grunt and a short closing of Anders' eyes; it takes a lot of willpower to not push in and rush this, and Anders wants it slow this time. He matches the speed of his hands on Nate's cock with the new touch, keeping it steady and the same.

"My love, my Barchen, my husband."

Nathaniel uses his other hand to open the tin of salve nearby, using it to slick Anders' hands as the hardness of his length works between them. They move together, slowly, for some time, sharing exquisite touches and kisses. Nathaniel loves this, the motion of their bodies as they try to touch everywhere they can, exploring his lover--his betrothed--outside before working inward. He wants Anders to be keening for it before he enters him.

When he can feel Anders' heartbeat quickening, he removes his hand from his cock, and gently turns Anders on his face. His hands encourage, rather than manipulate, his legs to close most of the way, and he sinks back on top, guiding the head of his cock down the crack of his ass until it reaches the seam between his legs. He thrusts in between those legs, so close that Anders can feel him gliding over his perineum with each movement.

"Oh." He'd expected Nate to take his his ass until his legs are urged closed. This is different. Not new, but unusual in a good way. Getting a little worked up despite his best efforts, Anders rocks his hips back to get Nate's cock in contact with more of him. While he's enjoying the position, he also wants more. He always wants more when it comes to Nate even with the slick, heated cock already rubbing against such a good spot.

"I'm sure my thighs aren't all you want of me." His voice is confident... and a little pleading. "I know you want to fill me as much as I want you there." Nate likes to hear him asking, begging, and Anders likes to comply. "You can take me and have me completely."

"I know," Nathaniel pants against Anders' ear. "I know how we both want it. But I want to treat you right tonight. I want to take you when it will give you the greatest pleasure. I want to please you tonight, because it is my first time with my betrothed."

His hands grip Anders' hips and he gives two powerful thrusts, then withdraws at last. He spends at least a minute kissing down Anders' spine to his tailbone, each kiss a flash of heat to worship each vertebra. He slicks his fingers with salve and finally, finally, parts Anders with a gentle touch, circling his entrance with a slippery finger.

"You always please me." It's gasped with those two thrusts before he pauses in anticipation. The kisses coming first draw a shiver from him, followed by another. Nate's lips are delicious against his skin, even the areas that feel the press alone. Maybe especially against those areas. And then, the sound of something being slicked.

Anders makes a noise that he'd try denying was a whimper as he shifts how he's kneeling enough to give Nate room and then he's teased with the light touch, the very beginning of being prepared.

"I love when you take me. I love feeling whole with you. I belong with you."

Nathaniel's hand pulls away as he slicks both hands now, rubbing briskly to warm them both before returning, his left hand going underneath to wrap around Anders' cock. His right middle finger goes back to that pucker and presses against it without breaching.

"And I love feeling you from inside," he says with a slight growl to his voice, "being as much a part of you as I can be. As if I can touch your soul somewhere in there, and be truly part of you. Surrounded by you. I don't just take you, my darling. You take me, receive me, have me. I'm safe."

The finger presses against muscle, then eases, massaging, teasing, building, until it finally begins the slow, steady drive inward.

He groans at the further teasing even as his cock is taken in hand, slowly sliding forward into the grip before trying to get more of Nate's finger.

"And I'm safe with you. In every..." He breaks off as there's more teasing, a push and then Nate relenting, and Anders has to catch his breath for a moment. "In every way. Beside you, and when we're one, joined, and, and, yes."

Finally Nate's finger is slipping in. Anders scoots his knees slightly forward, lowering himself a little more toward the bed and improving the angle for Nate's entry. "You touch all of me, and make me feel so... right. So cherished, love."

Nathaniel's finger enters slowly, so slowly, while his other hand caresses Anders' length, keeping everything loving and pleasurable. Slow, slow, never moving out, no finger-fucking, just a gradual, gentle press deeper and deeper. This isn't a preview of pleasure to come, but its own experience, the slicking and preparation.

"Breathe, my love. Once I'm all the way in, I will ask you to do something. But for now, simply breathe and relax. I have you taken care of."

"Anything," he whispers before working to slowly steady his breathing. It's not that easy with his heart pounding in his chest or the slow glide of Nate's hand on his cock, and especially not as Nate's finger slides deeper.

"You always have me taken care of." Nate's planning something, has to be, with the slowness. Instead of pushing, Anders chooses to trust him. This feels good, Nate's touch, his attention, his intensity. "I'm ready for more, love, if that's what you want to know."

"I know you are ready for more. This isn't about you being ready for my pleasure. It's about your pleasure."

He places a kiss on the small of Anders' back. At long last, his finger is as deep as it will go. He does not move it from there.

"Now. Show me how tight you can be, as tight as you can manage for as long as you can manage."

"About my pleasure, he says, the morning after we have a threesome I'd asked for, after a party in my honor..." There's so much warmth in his voice as he complies with the request, tightening the muscles of his abdomen and sphincters as much as he can, holding it like that.

"Would you like to feel that around something else? Clenching down, holding you tight inside me? Because this should be our pleasure, love." He's spoiled by Nate. He loves every minute of it, but he doesn't want Nate to lose out because of the focus on Anders.

"I had a great deal of tight last night," Nathaniel purrs. "Opening you together with Zevran. You clenching around us both as we rubbed together inside you." It's arousing just remembering it. "This is different, my darling, and I think we will both love it."

When Anders' body can no longer continue clenching, Nathaniel slides his finger out and turns Anders on his back, taking one of his hands and pressing it to his own erection.

"Do you feel how much I desire you? Do you think I am neglecting myself?"

He shivers at the words and the memory they evoke, eyes unfocusing for a moment. That's going to be something he enjoys thinking about for some time to come... but so is almost all of his time with Nate.

The loss of Nate's finger gets a sigh, but then he can see Nate again and Anders takes full advantage of where his hand is placed to gently stroke the clear evidence of Nate getting something from this too.

"Yes, and sometimes. But maybe not right now." He's smiling up at Nate with lust-darkened eyes, breathing a little heavily as he spreads his legs. "Have I told you how I like it when I can feel your pulse through your cock?"

Oh, that is a sentence Nathaniel will keep in mind for a long time. He covers Anders with his body, taking himself in hand and teasing Anders' entrance with his cock. He's going to wait until Anders is screaming for it. In the meantime, he kisses him hungrily, pressing, devouring until they are both breathless. His hips move, but he never quite breaches.

"Make yourself tight for me again," he growls. "Tight as you can, for as long as you can. And you will feel what happens when you can't clench any longer."

He kisses back hard, getting more frantic as Nate keeps bloody teasing him. Pressing, playing, toying, but never going in, and the noises from Anders are definitely on the whimpering side of things by the time Nate's speaking again.

"Nate," he pleads, but he's doing what he's asked, clenching down while his hands tug on the archer's hips. "Fuck me, please. I love you, I want you."

The muscles are relaxing now despite how he's fighting to hold himself tight. Instead, his grip tightens on Nate's hips, fingers digging in as he clings and studies his lover's eyes as he can find out what the idea is from them.

When those muscles give at last, Nathaniel presses inward, and Anders' body swallows him on its own with practically no effort. No pain, no ache, no tension at all, just pure pleasure. Nathaniel whines against Anders' ear at how quickly and perfectly it happens.

"Oh, Anders!"

He swears at how easily his body takes Nate in, eyes wide open at the sensation of so suddenly being full without having to work at it. How had he never--it doesn't matter. What matters is that Nate's all the way inside him and the whole of the entry is toe-curling sensation rather than careful breathing and adapting. Anders trembles underneath Nate, turning his head so he can kiss him, hard, hand roughly pushing back dark hair from his face.

"My love. Maker, my love." Not being told what Nate was planning made it all the better. He'd had no idea, and now... "You are sublime."

Carefully, experimentally, Anders rocks his hips upward a little and feels no strange pains, just the heavy weight of Nate inside him, moved a little, and he shivers again. "Absolutely magnificent."

Nathaniel's hips shift, before he loops Anders' legs over his arms and bends him in half. This is how the Maker intended men to make love. He kisses Anders again before he begins to rock his hips, feeling the hot, silken glide of Anders' body with no tension, no but it's the good kind of hurt. Between them, the build is nothing but sleek, effortless pleasure.

"I'll mark this down as a success, then?"