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You know what to do.

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."

Hearing his name spoken like that is almost enough. He keeps moving, careful to keep from hurting Anders--he doesn't need to go hard to reach climax. In a moment or two, he is emptying into Anders, muffling his groans against the expanse of pale throat. He gasps, shudders, and finally withdraws, lowering Anders to the bed and curling against his side, heedless of the mess.

Anders wraps around Nate as the he comes down before kissing the top of his head. For several moments he simply lets the moment last with them close and warm together. It's so much of what he's always wanted, love and affection and sex, and with someone he admires and adores absolutely. Why can't it be enough? Why can't he be happy with just this?

"I..." He trails off and closes his eyes. "I love you. Having this, having you, is the best thing to happen in my life." The words are quiet; if he said them any louder there might be guilt showing in his voice. Nate deserves better, and Anders can't simply stop striving to be the better, not yet. Maybe in time, though. He wants to do better, and if the Resolutionists start to change, there might be a future in which he doesn't have to worry constantly. ...About mage freedom, at least. They're Grey Wardens. They might not have that much time left.

Anders buries his face against the top of Nate's head, clinging instead of simply holding him.