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You know what to do.

"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?"

He laughs, breathless at the way Nate's feeling inside him and the rock of his hips.

"Yes, love. Yes, mein Barchen. A complete success." Anders threads fingers through Nate's hair, tugging lightly on it, playing with it. It's strange, especially after all of what he'd taken earlier tonight, to have it so easy, but he isn't about to complain. He's pinned, bent, and being fucked by the man he loves. Anders has absolutely no complaints here.

"Where did you even learn this?" Because Nate had to have learned it recently. There's no other reason for them not trying it before. He squeezes around Nate again before shifting just slightly so he can use his knees to help him rock with his lover, groaning at the matched pace.

"Do you want me to tell you now, or do you want me to kiss you?" Nathaniel's teeth catch Anders' earlobe and comb it as he rocks in, then back. "Because I can't do both at once. And I very much want to kiss you right now."

He groans deep at the clenching of those muscles around him, and soon they are rocking perfectly together, having been together long enough to have it practiced. It's an incredible feeling, to be completely part of someone.

"Hardly a fair question." His voice is hoarse; the teeth on his earlobe are just the right hint of pain without damage as Nate well knows.

"You know the answer." Nate knows everything about his body, much of where his mind goes, and something that could otherwise be terrifying is perfect and fitting here. "You know what I want." Bending forward, Anders shivers as he seeks Nate's lips. He'll never have enough of this man in any way.

"And I know what you want." That's breathed against Nate's lips as he takes what it is they both desire, and takes his time with it too.

Hot, wet kisses, stolen as Nathaniel bucks into him, in that heady feeling that they must be completely one now between the kisses and the rutting. Hot and hard and slick and perfect.

His hands glide over smooth thighs before he presses closer, bending knees toward Anders' body as his own slides as deep as possible.

"You are what I want," he groans. "You are all that I want. Every--" a whine "--every last freckle. My dearest darling."

All. That's what does it for him, bringing his heart and body in full harmony as he arcs back against the welcome press against Nate's body. Anders comes hard, coating both of their stomachs as he moans inarticulately. His hands clench in Nate's hair, body shuddering around and beneath him, eyes drinking in the beautiful sight of Nate above him.

Desperately Anders wishes he could return the sentiment, that Nathaniel is all that he wants. There's guilt to that thought. He wants to see the mages free for good, needs it, just as much as he wants and needs Nathaniel, and he wonders if he'll ever be able to give Nate all of his heart and self the way Nate's given him everything.

"Nate," he finally says, both broken and whole. "My love."