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You know what to do.

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?

[It takes some fumbling. It's been a very long time since anyone did this to him, and he's a bit nervous. What it will be like with electric fingers, he can't even imagine. He passes the oil down to Anders and lies back, taking a deep breath and watching the sky.]

[He can feel the tension in Nate's body and Anders moves upward so he can kiss Nate's lips.]

I won't hurt you.

[The lightning's stopped as he starts to slick the cleft of Nate's ass, fingers gliding very slowly, soothingly.]

I love you. If you're not comfortable with this, we can do something else.

[Anders will be able to feel him relax at his touch. A wan smile comes to Nathaniel's lips.]

I'm not doubting you, love. I'm out of practice, is all.

[He smiles back, looking into his lover's eyes before nodding.]

I could suck your cock while I finger you, let you fuck my mouth, if you'd like. That's certainly something you'll not be out of practice with. Or, [a finger teases the ring of muscles far lower,] I could turn, and let you suck on me while I suck you and finger you. Your call.

[A slow, greedy grin.]

Turn.

[His breath catches and he nods, sitting up to undo his robes and then scoot his leggings down his thighs. Anders takes his time positioning himself over Nate's head, savoring the anticipation, before bending forward and pressing an open-mouthed kiss to the tip of Nate's cock.

A little more oil is added before his fingers return to where they'd been, one starting to nudge inward with great care.]

[Nathaniel's lips surround the head of Anders' cock as he is breached, and he moans softly. His arms hook around Anders' hips and bring him down so he can take him deeper, tongue undulating over his length.]