Dragon Age: Origins/Awakening, Part 4: Permanently Frozen
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"It can, but it - ah - it is the good sort of pain, yes? The kind that comes with a fire in your belly and a thrill of pleasure and makes you want more. Why else would we do this?" Zevran's arm shifted again, and he shuddered.
Alistair suddenly really wanted to be the one causing that. He reached with still-slick fingers, following the line of Zevran's arm until his fingers brushed against the elf's, feeling where two pressed between firm cheeks and inside him. Zevran groaned and then withdrew his own fingers, guiding Alistair's instead.
His fingers were thicker than Zevran's, and for a moment the small opening resisted, and then yielded, Zevran's hips shifting instead of Alistair's hands, as he was too afraid of doing something wrong to move on his own. Alistair didn't know what he expected, but the cool slickness on his fingers warmed with the heat of Zevran's body. He wrapped tight around Alistair, and both of his hands slid down to brace against Alistair's chest. When Alistair snuck a look at his face, his eyes were half-shut, look of focused pleasure on his face. "Yes, like that. That is good, now just - ah - deeper," Zevran coached, and Alistair obliged, two fingers edging deeper, moving in and out. As his nerves ebbed, he began to imagine himself thrusting into that tight heat, what it would feel like wrapped around his cock instead of his fingers, and he groaned, a little surprised, but gratified, when Zevran echoed the sound.
He let Zevran's movements and the words - less smooth now, tone bitten off as Zevran shuddered in reaction to the way he had Alistair's fingers thrust and scissor - guide him. He nearly jerked his hand away when the searching tip of his fingers brushed against some little spot of textured difference and drew an answering gasp from Zevran. Zevran grabbed his arm, grip iron-strong. "N-no, that is good, that is very good," he promised, and Alistair flushed, fingers moving again, repeating that same careful slide that left Zevran the one left moaning for once, instead of him. "For most, that would be enough, but for you, add a third finger, first," Zevran ordered, voice still holding that note of seduction, or so Alistair assumed it was, but also a bit shaky, which made him. . . proud, for some reason.
It seemed too much, the third finger pressing into that small, tight space. Somehow, it wasn't though, and though Alistair caught the way Zevran's jaw tensed, and his eyes fluttered at first, strain showing as Alistair eased a third finger inside him, it faded quickly, and when he found that same place inside him, the elf rocked onto his fingers, taking them deeper inside, and Alistair forgot to breathe again, for just a second, remembering the same moment as Zevran gasped a word of praise in a language Alistair couldn't understand. (Or he hoped it was praise, anyway. It seemed to be.)
Alistair's reluctance vanished, and turned into fascination as his fingers moved, curiosity overtaking him as he tried to find how best to stretch and thrust to make Zevran react. On a whim, his other hand lifted, wrapping around Zevran's cock and stroking him.
Zevran's hand caught his wrist again, stopping him, teeth caught in his own lip for a moment. "That is. . . enough," he said heavily. Alistair was, for a moment, disappointed. Until Zevran pulled away, letting Alistair's fingers slide free of him and he reached for the abandoned vial, dribbling more of the slippery stuff onto his hand and then sliding it over Alistair's dick as well.
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Yes. No. Parts of him were. Alistair didn't say any of it, just nodded mutely, and Zevran chuckled, catching his mouth in a kiss that felt a bit. . . kind, perhaps. "Do not look so worried. You've done brilliantly so far, and I will do all the work. I am looking forward to it. You just lie there and look impressive - you have that very well covered, I assure you." He gave Alistair's groin a meaningful look and a playful, light squeeze, and then he was moving again.
The way Zevran had to crouch over him, grip the erect length and hover over was the first time he'd managed to look at all awkward, and Alistair had to bite back something that felt suspiciously like a giggle from escaping.
The urge to laugh vanished though as Zevran brought them in line, sinking down. For a moment the blunt head of Alistair's cock pressed against him, denied entrance and then, bit by bit, Zevran sank down, tight hole stretching wide to take him in. Alistair remembered how Zevran's lips had looked, stretched wide around him, and pushed himself up onto his elbows again, unable to help trying to see - wanting to watch Zevran's body stretch for him, take him inside, almost disappointed he couldn't really see where he breached the tight entrance and connected to him, slipped inside of Zevran who seemed to small to take him, but somehow was anyway.
Zevran was quiet, eyes shut and face tight. Alistair had thought that the three fingers he'd used must have been enough - he couldn't be any wider that that, could he? From the look of mixed pain and hunger on Zevran's face though, he was, and Alistair fought the urge to move, thrust up into the heat of him, letting Zevran set the pace.
The pressure was almost too much, almost enough to hurt, but instead it was perfect and overwhelming and Alistair tried to say that - to warn Zevran that his head was rushing and he could feel his cock pulsing and his balls tightening. All that came out was a strangled groan that sounded, even to him, too-needy and much, much too loud.
He was almost gone when Zevran reached down again, fingers sliding to the base of him and squeezing once, too hard, not letting go for a second. When Alistair got over the sharp wave of pleasure-pain from it, Zevran's fingers pressed into his belly, blunt nails digging half moons into his skin. "Not yet," Zevran said, and it was strained and bitten off - an order and not a request. Somehow, Alistair managed to obey. He was used to taking orders, after all.
He held perfectly still and didn't come, though he ached to move and let go and thrust all the way inside and feel what it was like to be buried to the hilt inside of Zevran's ass when he came. Zevran rewarded him with a lean, sharp smile and leaned down, mouth finding his in a brief kiss. before he took a deep breath.
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Oh, by Andraste's lacy knickers, he was having sex, he realized suddenly. And it felt. . . Alistair hadn't known. All the talk about sex and the innuendo and Alistair's unsubtle attempts to overhear what the others had to say about it - none of it had really prepared him for this. His hands crept up, one gripping at Zevran's thigh, the other wrapping around his cock, stroking him as Zevran moved. Zevran groaned. "Yes, that is. . . very good. Pleasure to counter the pain until the pain is forgotten. Or just another. . . kind of pleasure. Like that, ah, I'm all full of you, Maker, we should have done this MUCH, much sooner."
Alistair sort of agreed, and he groaned, hips rocking up to meet Zevran, unable to hold still anymore, though the elf didn't seem to mind, slamming down harder onto him, moving faster and then hissing, reaching down to cover Alistair's hand with his own, move it faster over the length of his cock. "Yes. Now!" he said, and clenched tightly around Alistair.
That was enough, and Alistair arched up into him, hips leaving the ground and then slamming back down into them as Zevran's weight came down to press him into the ground beneath him. Alistair's eyes rolled back as he came, buried so deep inside Zevran he was amazed that Zevran wasn't aching with it. Zevran's fingers tightened around Alistair's, keeping his hand moving when Alistair lost control, a few more hard strokes and he was coming in warm spurts across Alistair's hand, over his chest.
Alistair was panting and mindless, lost in the glow of orgasm as Zevran rode it out, hips rocking weakly, dragging it out for them both until he gave a loud, satisfied sigh and then dropped bonelessly onto his back beside Alistair. For once, Alistair didn't mind the fact that even when he was just sighing Zevran managed to make it sound both smug, and dirty. He whimpered at the loss of Zevran wrapping around him, and made a face as Zevran laughed, a slim arm draping over his chest. "And now you need a bath. Shortly. As do I, when I can move a. Do you think if I compliment Wynne's bosom again, she will give me free healing?"
That brought Alistair's eyes open, and he looked over, concerned. "You're hurt? But I thought-"
"Sore only, my friend, and well worth it, I promise. I am stabbed, tackled, stomped on by ogres, and assaulted by drunken dwarves on a semi-regular basis, these days. Sore is a common thing, and this is the very best kind." Zevran paused. "You know, you do have the basics now, but there are many, many varieties and nuances to attempt. Should you feel future lessons are in order."
Oh Maker, yes. "Uh. . . yes. I think that might be. . . yes. More lessons." Alistair shut his eyes again as Zevran laughed. "You still can't tell anyone, though."
"Pity. There are some lessons best learned by inviting along a friend or three. Leliana, perhaps. If she can be convinced." Zevran's hand slid down, wrapping around the softening length of Alistair's cock, and when Alistair turned his head to look, Zevran was smirking again, eyes sliding pointedly downward to where his hand was. "Then again, perhaps some treasures are best kept to myself. So that they are not overworked." Alistair groaned, and leaned in, silencing Zevran's laughter with a kiss. Zevran seemed surprised, for a moment, by the initiative, but then subsided, arm curling back across his chest as he kissed back.
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absolutely delicious stuff.
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This was fucking awesome. Not only was the sex super-hot (and if that was all, I would still be OMG thrilled) but the characterization was excellent! The banter was so spot-on I could actually hear their voices. You did an amazing job, A!A, and OP loves you for it!
(OP is still amazed to be getting two awesome fills for her prompt... not to mention a possible third! Naw, I'm not greedy, lol!)
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