Dragon Age: Origins/Awakening, Part 6: Closed for Prompts, Open for Fills
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Not many people dared to knock on Tannusen Surana's door, and fewer still were allowed by the guard in the hall to go into the office unannounced to do so to his bedroom door. That meant the knock Tannusen had just heard was either Varel or one of his Wardens, and he put down the book he'd been reading. "Yes?"
"Commander," Nathaniel's rough voice sounded tense, even for him, through the door.
"Come in," Tannusen took off the narrow glasses Varel had shoved at him after seeing him squinting into a book one time too many. They helped, but he wasn't confident in being seen in them, yet. "I'm only mostly naked."
Which was a lie, as Nathaniel knew the moment he opened the door and stepped in. Not that it mattered, but Tannusen was fully-clothed. His own, actual clothes had finally made it along the previously-shut route from Denerim to Amaranthine. Blacks and greys, trousers and boots and belt, tunic and waistcoat; the closest he usually came to 'robes' was his long, dark coat with its hidden layer of fine chainmail, currently draped over the empty chair across the table from him. One booted foot was up on the table, his chair cocked back onto its back legs.
He watched Nathaniel take all of this in and wondered why the archer seemed so oddly nervous. They'd been getting along better and better as time had worn on, a far cry from early in their acquaintanceship when Tannusen had taunted the nobleman into hate-fucking him hard and rough on the floor of the empty throne room. That had been a good night; he sometimes fancied he could still feel the bruising around his throat from the archer's strong, calloused hands.
Nathaniel continued to just stare at him for another long moment, and then he abruptly crossed the room and knelt beside his Commander's chair, head bowed. Tannusen felt his eyebrows go up, and he took his foot down from the table, straightening his chair onto all four of its legs with a dull thump. "This is an interesting pose you're taking, Howe, but I'm not clear on the reason for it."
"I wish to atone," Nathaniel's voice was low and quiet, and had the same effect on Tannusen that it always did; it was sexy. And having Howe's bowed head nearly at the same level as his cock did him no favors, as far as keeping his thoughts on business went.
"Isn't that why you demanded to join the Wardens?" Tannusen didn't bother to keep the amusement out of his voice, "I thought we were past this conversation, Nathaniel."
"I mean for... for what I did to you, that night in the throne room," the human glanced up at him, "I said I was no monster, but I behaved like one anyway."
"I assure you, I enjoyed every monstrous moment of your wrath," Tannusen purred, turning a little in his chair and spreading his thighs for Howe to see. Clothed though he was, his trousers were tight and left little to the imagination when he stirred; he was half-hard. Howe's gaze fixed exactly where the elf had meant it to, and that made him twitch, stirring just a bit more under the intense scrutiny. "I'll be jerking off to the memory for years to come, never you fear."
Nathaniel wet his lips with the tip of his tongue, which Tannusen found awfully fascinating, and then dropped his gaze back to the floor. "I wish to submit to you," the human said, quietly enough that his voice almost lost its grit for the words. "You have been nothing but kind, when your madness has allowed you to be. I will not feel right about how I treated you until the debt is paid."
"What makes you think I want someone who feels obligated to submit?" Tannusen asked, his voice pitched just as quietly, serious for the moment.
"It's not... not just obligation, Commander," Nathaniel all but mumbled. Tannusen felt his pulse quicken; was the human flushing, just a bit?
"Look me in the eye, Howe," Tannusen put a bit of bite into his voice; a command. Nathaniel obeyed immediately, and... oh, yes, his face looked warm. "Tell me that again."
Nathaniel licked his lips again, nervous, but didn't drop his gaze. "It's not just obligation."
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WITH DOM!TANNU! AND SUB!NATE!!!
OMG THIS IS THE BEST DAY! :DDD
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Also I had no idea sub!Nate was such a rare commodity. Obviously I must do my part to fix this. (Hey, any specific requests while we're here? OP seems to just want to see it in general.)
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IDEK on requests... I'm just curious/happy to see where it goes? But if you pressed me (oh baby)... love to see strong-willed characters in predicament bondage; dat voice/dirty talk; something to bookend their first encounter, where Tannu didn't get off. Orgasm denial for symmetry, or ruined orgasm for similar but not identical, or forced orgasm for Evil Opposites Day?
(Oh, and rereading the title... chains would be good! I don't know if collars have Significant Meaning in S&S but damn, that would be hot too... with a leash? :3)
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There is zero sub!Nate watersports-related anything (or Nate watersports in general), so that's MY specific request, but I know it's a squick for lots of people, so it's cool if not.
Making Nate walk around with a plug in? Yes please!
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The plug, though, you can count on it. 8D I think I figured out how to get some public shenanigans into this fill.
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Oooooh, and Nate's gonna like submitting, can't wait!
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I think Nate is going to surprise himself a bit there.
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And nah, Tannu wouldn't collar him. Collars are a relevant thing later in the series, albeit not with Nate. He may make him walk around with a plug in, though.
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The archer obeyed the crooked finger, shuffling closer until Tannusen reached forward and cupped the back of his head, gently pulling his face down against the hardening flesh trapped inside his trousers. Nathaniel inhaled deeply, and then replied, muffled against him, "I realize that, Commander. You... you have a reputation."
Tannusen let his eyes slip shut for a moment at the way Nathaniel's voice seemed to all but caress him through his pants. "Then you should know to choose a word," he purred, "a word that will make me stop. Nothing else will."
"Bowstring," Nathaniel's voice rasped over the word. No hesitation there; he'd given this atonement of his some thought. Tannusen laughed again and then pushed Nathaniel away hard enough to make him fall back onto his ass on the floor. The human went slightly wide-eyed with surprise; it was a good look on him.
"And how long do you propose our little game should run for?" Tannusen was curious, Nathaniel had put thought into this, and the mage had never known the nobleman to do things by half measures. Did he have something in mind besides a night of debauchery?
"As long as you... as long as you like, Commander," the human replied quietly, almost meek, now. Tannusen regarded him seriously once more, gauging the situation carefully.
"Very well," the elf purred, finally. "Then you will have to prove yourself," he smiled, lopsided, when Nathaniel looked up at him again, startled once more. "Do you see that trunk at the end of the bed? My things are in there. Bring it over to me."
The trunk was heavy, and Tannusen watched with interest as Nathaniel climbed to his feet and went to obey, trying first to lift it and then giving up and bending to drag it over to the seated mage. Said mage reached out and slipped his hands under the stiff leather straps of Nathaniel's armored skirt, once he drew near enough, gripping his rear firmly through his leather trousers and squeezing.
Nathaniel instantly froze in place, and Tannusen smirked at the way the muscles beneath his hands tensed and then relaxed again; the way Nathaniel pressed back against his palms ever-so-slightly. "Open the trunk, Howe," he ordered silkily, squeezing again, "there's a wooden box in there with an acorn carved into the lid. Find it."
Of course, he didn't release the human's ass. In order to keep his Commander's hands on him, Nathaniel had to bend to dig through the chest, searching while Tannu amused himself with exploring the shapely muscles beneath soft leather. By the time Nathaniel found the box in question, the human's fingers were shaking, just a little, and when he turned around to place it on the table at Tannusen's instruction, the elf kept his hands under the skirt and palmed him boldly through his leathers.
"Open the lid," Tannusen purred, squeezing here now, too. Nathaniel was hard, just from being ordered around and having his covered ass played with; Tannu grinned at that, sharp and just a little unfriendly. "Do you know what those are?" he asked, sparing a glance over to the open box. Metal gleamed at him from within the cloth-padded inside; steel plugs meant to be a heavy, constant reminder of their presence when inside a man.
At Nathaniel's hesitant, silent nod, Tannusen laughed. "Pick one up, my dear. Familiarize yourself with its weight and size; you're going to be wearing it for me."
He watched Nathaniel's gaze travel over the plugs; the way the human nervously licked his own bottom lip again. Finally, Howe reached into the box and drew one of the plugs out, and Tannusen regarded his choice carefully as Nathaniel turned it over in his hands, hefting it. It was a medium weight, but long and covered in teasing, smooth bumps. It would do very well; Tannusen was quite pleased that the human hadn't chosen the easiest one to wear, copping out; nor had he chosen the hardest, which would have been foolish bravado.
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It's twice as awkward writing porn with people in the room as it is reading it. And I presently live in a studio with two other people. XD But I have not forgotten this WIP!
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