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You know what to do.

I want everything.

[There's a smile in his voice.]

I'm somehow feeling like I can have some of what I want, so I'm wanting again. I want to eat with you, I want to have sex with you, I want to talk, and to linger, to kiss and to touch... All of it.

Edited Date: 2016-05-24 12:07 am (UTC)

Greedy. [It's spoken fondly, and maybe thoughtlessly.] Although...

[He puts down his sandwich and picks up a bit of fruit, holding it to Anders' lips.]

[For a second he's worried, but then Nate's tone registers. Nate gets a smile as he brings the fruit close to Anders' mouth. The mage slowly takes a bite, eyes on Nate the whole time as he swallows, licks his lips, and then leans in to lick Nate's fingers.]

You were saying?

[He reaches for a bit of meat now, breaking it off from his sandwich.]

Maybe you're right and we can have everything, mm?

Now we're talking.

[He can feel his pulse start to speed up. Nate might not have much in the way of sexual fantasies yet, but Anders hopes he can start inspiring some... and fulfilling them. Nate's already playing a starring role in several of Anders', after all.]

We'll have to keep talking. Find out all the ways you might want me, all the things you might want to do with me, to me...

[Nathaniel chases that bite by kissing Anders quickly.]

One drawback of never sleeping with anyone I'm going to see again is that I've never quite explored some things. I'm looking forward to that.

[A bit of bread now, held to Anders' lips. He likes this feeding, the flash of heat against his fingers as he feels lips and tongue, the intimacy, the feeling of being someone's sustenance.

Edited Date: 2016-05-24 04:02 am (UTC)

What would you like to explore?

[This is not something he's thought about before, simply being fed, but he's definitely enjoying it. Nate's taking care of him and it's somehow hot.]

Because I'm definitely of a mood for exploring. And more of your fingers.

Well. [He brushes his thumb across Anders' bottom lip.] Can you show me the little magic trick you just did?

[He sucks lightly on Nate's thumb first before making a show of slowly trailing his fingers up the man's chest to the side of his neck. Only then does Anders cast again, lightning tingling along neck, jaw, and even lips as he brings his own thumb up to mirror Nate's action.]

It earned me the nickname of Sparkle Fingers once.

[Nathaniel's lips part at his touch. His eyes half-close at the sensation.]

[Anders watches his expression, sliding his thumb into Nate's mouth and enjoying the warmth of it.]

Can you even imagine how this feels elsewhere?

[Nathaniel's tongue grazes over the tip of Anders' thumb.]

Where do you imagine they might go? [Nathaniel loves dirty talk. Giving or receiving.]

Mm. So many places. Grazing a nipple, wrapped around your cock...

[He pulls his thumb out, and then slides his index finger back into Nate's mouth.]

Slipping deep inside you to hit just the right place. One of the best ways for magic to serve man, truly. Or is that service man?

[Nathaniel's pupils are quickly blown wide. His tongue drags down Anders' finger. A moment later, he takes hold of Anders' tunic and pulls him toward him as he leans back. Slowly, lying back and pulling Anders on top. It's been a long time since he has wanted to be on the bottom--a normally passive role that Nathaniel is seldom wanted for, or suited for. But this feels right.]

[Normally he prefers to feel the weight of his partner on top, especially Nate. He feels protected like that. But enough's been said about protecting and comforting him today, and he wants to give Nate a taste of magic in sex. Anders spreads on top of Nate. After a single grind against the archer's thigh, Anders pulls his finger out of Nate's mouth.]

Help me get you out of your clothes?

[Not like he gets right to that. First, Anders leans in to kiss him hungrily.]

[Nathaniel kisses back passionately, mouth opening, tongue plunging into Anders' mouth. He takes his time, relaxed and inviting, still accustomed to being the one in charge even when in a passive role. When he's good and ready, he undoes his belt, hitches up his tunic, and slides the fabric off before casting the garment aside.]

[Anders has always seen sex as cooperative, no one being more passive no matter how they're ridden, but perhaps that's how he's so willing to take the receiving role. The taste of Nate on his tongue is still delicious, whether Nate's on top or like this, beneath.

Once Nate's cooperated, Anders nips lightly at his lower lip before slowly drawing his hands down the man's chest, lightning dancing over Nate's skin.]

[If it was anyone but Anders, Nathaniel would be highly concerned by this. Magic intended to destroy so close to him, licking over his skin. But it's Anders, so it has him arching up into that touch, a quiet whimper on his lips.]

Maker.

No, no.

[His smile has a little smirk to it now as he kisses Nate again gently, letting that contrast against the spark and pinch he's giving one of Nate's nipples.]

Anders.

[Another arch, and a gasp against those soft lips.]

Anders.

[The name could belong to man or deity, as Anders moves the world in ways the Maker never has for Nathaniel.]

Yes, Nate.

[Slowly he leaves Nate's lips and trails kisses down Nate's neck and chest to suck the nipple into his mouth and soothe the light sting.]

I love when you say my name like a prayer. Blaspheme with me. You know they...

[He kisses lower, down to Nate's stomach.]

Even this is against the Maker's Will, according to the Templars. A mage sleeping with someone. A mage loving someone.

[Nathaniel's fingers stroke along the hair at Anders' temples, then down behind his ears where the skin is so soft.]

If that's true...then the Maker...can hang, [he gasps between pants. It feels deliciously wicked.] Watch from his golden seat...as two of his unwanted children...take their pleasure.

I want you. You'll never be unwanted so long as I'm here.

[Nate's fingers feel so good in his hair, and the panting tells Anders everything he wants to know. Slowly Anders lets the lightning play over Nate's stomach as he kisses the archer's hip, talking between presses of his lips.]

And Andraste will be shocked by the amount of pleasure I intend for you to take tonight if she cares to watch as well.

[Later, Nathaniel will feel guilty. He's never been a good Andrastian, but he likes to think he is at least faithful at heart. Ah, well. Worse blasphemy has been uttered by more righteous people.]

Anders. [It's a sigh and a prayer and a plea.]

[He has no faith. The Chantry and interpretations of Andraste have brought him so much pain and suffering that he refuses to treat anything as sacred. Except Nate.

Anders begins working at making a mark on Nate's hip as his fingers continue down, pausing right next to Nate's cock teasingly before instead he slides them between Nate's asscheeks.]

Reach into my pocket and get the oil for me, would you?