"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.
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Date: 2016-12-02 03:31 am (UTC)From:"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.
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Date: 2016-12-10 01:30 am (UTC)From: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."
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Date: 2016-12-10 02:25 am (UTC)From: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."
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Date: 2016-12-18 11:46 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2016-12-19 12:07 am (UTC)From:"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.