Geese In Spring, Part III: Remedy [6/8]
anonymous
July 21 2010, 21:31:40 UTC
Hmm... something seems different about this than my usual smut, I'm not sure exactly why. Apologies if it's godawful. D:
"I suppose that makes you dangerous in virtually any circumstance," the mage noted. Dangerous, indeed. The hunter's peculiar juxtaposition of indolence, intensity, and predatory grace reminded Devin of a cat -- a large cat, like one of the great striped beasts from Rivain. He had seen one in Denerim, brought to the Royal Palace as a gift for the king, and the Warden had found its fluid movements almost hypnotic. Zevran had much the same quality, as far as he was concerned -- particularly without his armor and clothes.
"But of course." The elf gave him a rakish grin and urged him to take several steps back before gently pulling him down to the ground. Devin barely registered that they had ended up near Zevran's discarded clothing; his attention was more focused on the hunter, who left a trail of kisses along the line of his jaw and down his neck before coaxing him to lay back.
Unwilling to be totally passive, the mage reached up and ran his finger along the delicate, pointed outline of Zevran's ear, his touch feather-light. He was rewarded with a slightly surprised intake of breath, and then the elf leaned into the touch for a moment, his eyes drifting shut. Grinning at his success, Devin continued his tracery until the other man slowly opened his eyes, looking down at him with curiosity.
"You've been with elves before." It was an observation, not a question.
"A few times. In the Tower." Devin added the last part hoping that Zevran knew that humans and elves were equals among the mages, or at least, were supposed to be -- he certainly hadn't been ravishing unwilling elven maidens, or any such thing.
"Ah, yes, the Tower." This answer seemed to reassure the elf, if it had been reassurance he sought. He resumed his lazy exploration of Devin's body with his mouth, leaving ticklingly soft kisses in some places, nibbling others, and in a couple of spots, sucking and biting hard enough to leave marks, claims written upon fair skin. "Tell me," he murmured as he began to slowly make his way down Devin's stomach, "is it true that when the moon swells to fullness, the mages of the Circle gather at the top floor of their tower and, naked under the stars, make love to each other?"
"Wh-what?" The idea conjured up such a comical mental image that the Warden had to laugh in disbelief. "No!"
"Ahh. When I was younger, I found out that it was not true in Antiva, and I hoped that it would be in Ferelden." Devin didn't have to see the elf's face to know he was grinning impishly. "Alas."
The mage had intended to reply with something to the effect of "perhaps I'll have to introduce the custom", but he lost his train of thought as the side of Zevran's face brushed past his arousal, untouched until now. He knew that the lack of contact up to this point had been quite intentional, but he couldn't quite hold back a sound of mixed anticipation and impatience. There was a low, answering laugh, and he felt the elf's lips, currently pressed against his inner thigh, curl up in a smile before the hunter nipped lightly at the sensitive flesh.
"You're a cruel man, tormenting an invalid," Devin said, barely able to affect a hurt tone in the face of the elf's attentions.
Zevran's chuckle was downright wicked. "We have not even come to the torment yet, mi encantador. But if you are so very eager for it..."
The Warden had only a moment to ponder the possible meaning of the Antivan word Zevran had used -- enchanter, perhaps? -- before the sensation of the elf's tongue running along his length shattered any rational thought. Devin bit his lip, trying to hold back his vocal reaction to what should have been almost commonplace for him.
I've been in this position... literally... countless times before, he told himself, struggling to not shift his hips as Zevran continued to tease him. Has it really been that long for me, or...?
Geese In Spring, Part III: Remedy [7/8]
anonymous
July 21 2010, 21:32:45 UTC
"You're holding back," the elf admonished him, before slowly swirling his tongue around the head of Devin's shaft.
The mage couldn't answer the accusation immediately as his breath caught in his throat. As it was, the pointed comment startled the truth out of him, some part of him wanting to justify why he wasn't giving in fully to Zevran's clear expertise. "I... I'm not supposed--"
"You're not supposed to be so... open in your enjoyment?" Devin tensed as the hunter propped himself up slightly to look him in the eye. "Yes, my Warden, I know something about how that game is played. But that is not what we are playing, here."
He bent down again to plant a kiss on Devin's tip, lips slightly parted, as if he might open his mouth... but he pulled away instead, causing the mage to let out a hiss of frustration. "There," the elf said, satisfaction in his tone, "that is what I want to hear. Be honest with me, encantador."
That simple sentence pierced through over a year's worth of defensive barriers, leaving the Warden feeling exposed and more than a little foolish. He knew he would dwell on this, and what it meant, later. Right now, though, it was hard to think of anything other than Zevran, and more specifically, what Zevran was doing to him -- which, he imagined, was probably the point...
Perhaps feeling some subtle change as the mage tried to relax, to give in, Zevran finally left off his teasing and took Devin into his mouth, the sudden wetness and heat drawing a low moan from the Warden. His free hand clutched at the grass under his fingers as the elf began to move his head up and down, pausing every so often to seek out sensitive spots with his clever tongue. This slow pace, Devin realized in the small corner of his mind still capable of rational thought, was the "torment" -- inching closer and closer to release with delicious, torturous slowness. Rather than trying to get Zevran to move faster, though, he sank into the nearly overwhelming sensation, savoring the gift the hunter was giving him.
Caught up as Devin was, he was only vaguely aware of the elf's hands moving away from his inner thighs, and the very quiet sound of a vial being unstoppered; the gentle touch of a slick fingertip, circling his entrance, took him by surprise. He shifted his hips slightly, trying to give Zevran better access, even as his already rapid breaths began to come faster, and the elf hummed in amusement at his eagerness. The odd feeling of vibration made him thrust upwards instinctively, unable to stop himself, but Zevran was ready for him, and used the movement to take him all the way in.
"Zevran--!" he gasped, momentarily breathless. He knew how to do that trick himself, after a great deal of practice as an apprentice, but it had been quite some time since someone had used it on him. He was almost afraid to move, knowing what it might feel like for Zevran, but the other man stroked his flank coaxingly, even as he slowly slid one slicked finger into the mage. Devin pushed back, trying to get the hunter to just fuck him, but Zevran would have none of it, taking his time preparing the Warden for... whatever it was he had in mind.
"Maker, Zevran," Devin moaned, well beyond caring if anyone heard him. "Please...!"
Again, a hum of laughter, the sound causing him to buck his hips upwards. He was so close now, but Zevran was playing him like a master bard played a lute, with full knowledge of how to coax forth any sound he wanted. Still, he complied with Devin's plea, a second finger joining the first as he began to thrust into the mage. It only took him a moment to find that certain spot deep inside, and suddenly Devin was writhing, shuddering uncontrollably, his world narrowed down to the excruciating pleasure the other man was wringing out of him.
"Zevran," he gasped raggedly, "I-- I'm going to..."
Geese In Spring, Part III: Remedy [8/8]
anonymous
July 21 2010, 21:34:57 UTC
A slow, deliberate stroke inside of him was all it took to push him over the edge. He cried out as he came, he knew, although what words fell from his lips, he couldn't say; his release was so intense that he thought he might have lost consciousness for a moment. In a daze, he felt Zevran swallow around him before slowly pulling away, licking away the last traces of seed from the tip of his arousal. Then the elf withdrew his fingers, and Devin was left feeling both empty and spent, panting softly.
Even with his eyes closed, he sensed a shadow over his face, and he looked up to see the hunter leaning over him, regarding him with a searching look.
"Was that honest enough for you?" the Warden asked, reaching up to trace the vallaslin on Zevran's cheek.
The elf smirked at him before turning his head to press his lips to Devin's palm. "If you were lying, you were quite convincing," he said in a satisfied tone that could only be called a purr.
As Zevran shifted slightly, Devin realized that the other man was still quite hard, and as yet untouched. Slowly, he trailed his hand down Zevran's face and neck, along the cleanly-defined muscles of his chest and abdomen, before his fingers alighted on the elf's length. "And what of you? If we're not playing the games of the court, will you be just as honest?" he asked thoughtfully, caressing the hunter teasingly.
Zevran's eyes closed for a moment, his lips slightly parted as he simply enjoyed the touch. "Of course, my dear Warden. You may certainly put me to the test, if you wish."
He met Devin's gaze, and the mage felt himself grinning in response to the hunter's coy smile. There was no chance at all, he realized in the back of his mind, that they'd return to camp before nightfall tonight.
.fin.
---- Just wanted to say, thanks to everyone who's been reading this accidental tome of non-kink :3
Re: Geese In Spring, Part III: Remedy [8/8]
anonymous
July 21 2010, 21:46:15 UTC
nngh. Good god, that's hot. Driveby anon thanks you so much for writing this, amazing writeanon! It's been a marvelous ride, and ended absolutely deliciously. ♥
GiS isn't over...!
anonymous
July 22 2010, 03:56:39 UTC
Writeanon here -- can't quite tell if previous comments (thank you ♥ ) meant the entire story or not -- but "Geese" isn't done quite yet ;) Hopefully the next chapter won't take so long, and if I've really got my stuff together, it will be the final chapter. We'll see, though. ^_^;
"I suppose that makes you dangerous in virtually any circumstance," the mage noted. Dangerous, indeed. The hunter's peculiar juxtaposition of indolence, intensity, and predatory grace reminded Devin of a cat -- a large cat, like one of the great striped beasts from Rivain. He had seen one in Denerim, brought to the Royal Palace as a gift for the king, and the Warden had found its fluid movements almost hypnotic. Zevran had much the same quality, as far as he was concerned -- particularly without his armor and clothes.
"But of course." The elf gave him a rakish grin and urged him to take several steps back before gently pulling him down to the ground. Devin barely registered that they had ended up near Zevran's discarded clothing; his attention was more focused on the hunter, who left a trail of kisses along the line of his jaw and down his neck before coaxing him to lay back.
Unwilling to be totally passive, the mage reached up and ran his finger along the delicate, pointed outline of Zevran's ear, his touch feather-light. He was rewarded with a slightly surprised intake of breath, and then the elf leaned into the touch for a moment, his eyes drifting shut. Grinning at his success, Devin continued his tracery until the other man slowly opened his eyes, looking down at him with curiosity.
"You've been with elves before." It was an observation, not a question.
"A few times. In the Tower." Devin added the last part hoping that Zevran knew that humans and elves were equals among the mages, or at least, were supposed to be -- he certainly hadn't been ravishing unwilling elven maidens, or any such thing.
"Ah, yes, the Tower." This answer seemed to reassure the elf, if it had been reassurance he sought. He resumed his lazy exploration of Devin's body with his mouth, leaving ticklingly soft kisses in some places, nibbling others, and in a couple of spots, sucking and biting hard enough to leave marks, claims written upon fair skin. "Tell me," he murmured as he began to slowly make his way down Devin's stomach, "is it true that when the moon swells to fullness, the mages of the Circle gather at the top floor of their tower and, naked under the stars, make love to each other?"
"Wh-what?" The idea conjured up such a comical mental image that the Warden had to laugh in disbelief. "No!"
"Ahh. When I was younger, I found out that it was not true in Antiva, and I hoped that it would be in Ferelden." Devin didn't have to see the elf's face to know he was grinning impishly. "Alas."
The mage had intended to reply with something to the effect of "perhaps I'll have to introduce the custom", but he lost his train of thought as the side of Zevran's face brushed past his arousal, untouched until now. He knew that the lack of contact up to this point had been quite intentional, but he couldn't quite hold back a sound of mixed anticipation and impatience. There was a low, answering laugh, and he felt the elf's lips, currently pressed against his inner thigh, curl up in a smile before the hunter nipped lightly at the sensitive flesh.
"You're a cruel man, tormenting an invalid," Devin said, barely able to affect a hurt tone in the face of the elf's attentions.
Zevran's chuckle was downright wicked. "We have not even come to the torment yet, mi encantador. But if you are so very eager for it..."
The Warden had only a moment to ponder the possible meaning of the Antivan word Zevran had used -- enchanter, perhaps? -- before the sensation of the elf's tongue running along his length shattered any rational thought. Devin bit his lip, trying to hold back his vocal reaction to what should have been almost commonplace for him.
I've been in this position... literally... countless times before, he told himself, struggling to not shift his hips as Zevran continued to tease him. Has it really been that long for me, or...?
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The mage couldn't answer the accusation immediately as his breath caught in his throat. As it was, the pointed comment startled the truth out of him, some part of him wanting to justify why he wasn't giving in fully to Zevran's clear expertise. "I... I'm not supposed--"
"You're not supposed to be so... open in your enjoyment?" Devin tensed as the hunter propped himself up slightly to look him in the eye. "Yes, my Warden, I know something about how that game is played. But that is not what we are playing, here."
He bent down again to plant a kiss on Devin's tip, lips slightly parted, as if he might open his mouth... but he pulled away instead, causing the mage to let out a hiss of frustration. "There," the elf said, satisfaction in his tone, "that is what I want to hear. Be honest with me, encantador."
That simple sentence pierced through over a year's worth of defensive barriers, leaving the Warden feeling exposed and more than a little foolish. He knew he would dwell on this, and what it meant, later. Right now, though, it was hard to think of anything other than Zevran, and more specifically, what Zevran was doing to him -- which, he imagined, was probably the point...
Perhaps feeling some subtle change as the mage tried to relax, to give in, Zevran finally left off his teasing and took Devin into his mouth, the sudden wetness and heat drawing a low moan from the Warden. His free hand clutched at the grass under his fingers as the elf began to move his head up and down, pausing every so often to seek out sensitive spots with his clever tongue. This slow pace, Devin realized in the small corner of his mind still capable of rational thought, was the "torment" -- inching closer and closer to release with delicious, torturous slowness. Rather than trying to get Zevran to move faster, though, he sank into the nearly overwhelming sensation, savoring the gift the hunter was giving him.
Caught up as Devin was, he was only vaguely aware of the elf's hands moving away from his inner thighs, and the very quiet sound of a vial being unstoppered; the gentle touch of a slick fingertip, circling his entrance, took him by surprise. He shifted his hips slightly, trying to give Zevran better access, even as his already rapid breaths began to come faster, and the elf hummed in amusement at his eagerness. The odd feeling of vibration made him thrust upwards instinctively, unable to stop himself, but Zevran was ready for him, and used the movement to take him all the way in.
"Zevran--!" he gasped, momentarily breathless. He knew how to do that trick himself, after a great deal of practice as an apprentice, but it had been quite some time since someone had used it on him. He was almost afraid to move, knowing what it might feel like for Zevran, but the other man stroked his flank coaxingly, even as he slowly slid one slicked finger into the mage. Devin pushed back, trying to get the hunter to just fuck him, but Zevran would have none of it, taking his time preparing the Warden for... whatever it was he had in mind.
"Maker, Zevran," Devin moaned, well beyond caring if anyone heard him. "Please...!"
Again, a hum of laughter, the sound causing him to buck his hips upwards. He was so close now, but Zevran was playing him like a master bard played a lute, with full knowledge of how to coax forth any sound he wanted. Still, he complied with Devin's plea, a second finger joining the first as he began to thrust into the mage. It only took him a moment to find that certain spot deep inside, and suddenly Devin was writhing, shuddering uncontrollably, his world narrowed down to the excruciating pleasure the other man was wringing out of him.
"Zevran," he gasped raggedly, "I-- I'm going to..."
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Even with his eyes closed, he sensed a shadow over his face, and he looked up to see the hunter leaning over him, regarding him with a searching look.
"Was that honest enough for you?" the Warden asked, reaching up to trace the vallaslin on Zevran's cheek.
The elf smirked at him before turning his head to press his lips to Devin's palm. "If you were lying, you were quite convincing," he said in a satisfied tone that could only be called a purr.
As Zevran shifted slightly, Devin realized that the other man was still quite hard, and as yet untouched. Slowly, he trailed his hand down Zevran's face and neck, along the cleanly-defined muscles of his chest and abdomen, before his fingers alighted on the elf's length. "And what of you? If we're not playing the games of the court, will you be just as honest?" he asked thoughtfully, caressing the hunter teasingly.
Zevran's eyes closed for a moment, his lips slightly parted as he simply enjoyed the touch. "Of course, my dear Warden. You may certainly put me to the test, if you wish."
He met Devin's gaze, and the mage felt himself grinning in response to the hunter's coy smile. There was no chance at all, he realized in the back of his mind, that they'd return to camp before nightfall tonight.
.fin.
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