Dragon Age: Origins/Awakening, Part 4: Permanently Frozen
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Cullen tried his best to keep his eyes above both of their shoulders─ and it was admittedly easier to do with Anders than it was with Amell.
But even though she had her privates covered, there were still little curves of flesh that caught his attention, calling for him to trace them with his eyes...
Anders must have caught Cullen's temporary lapse, because when Cullen turned his attention back to him, he was smiling.
Cullen knew that smile: it was the very same that promised something was stewing in that man's devious mind; the one that the Templars in the tower had learned to watch out for.
But before Cullen could take any sort of action, Anders bent close to Amell and whispered something in her ear.
Cullen watched as she inhaled sharply, her eyes widening and her head whipping around to stare at Anders in outright shock, but he only smirked at her before turning his attention back to him.
“So, Cullen, right?” Anders asked airily, his hand coming up to make a small flourishing gesture in the air, “word around the tower is that you fancy Amell here--”
“Anders!” Amell hissed under her breath, the warning clear in her voice.
But Anders only smirked wider, if possible, and continued on as if she hadn't said anything, “--is it true? Because I know for a fact that she desires you too. Told me herself.”
And then the world stopped.
Cullen felt his ears burning and could practically hear his face becoming redder. His mouth opened once, twice─ with no sound. What was he to say to that?
So instead, he turned questioning eyes to Amell, who avoided his gaze and looked as if she were either about to go sprinting from the room or strike a deal with a demon just to teleport from the tower altogether.
But Cullen had to know. The very thought that she might desire him too...
Cullen's tongue darted out to lick his lips nervously before he swallowed harshly, “I-is this t-true, Amell?” Damn his stutter.
She jumped slightly at the sound of his voice, her gaze turning to meet his. She stared at him for a long moment before her cheeks reddened.
She nodded so quickly that he thought he might have imagined it. But the knowing look on Ander's face said otherwise.
She wanted him too. The thought sent his heart racing and his stomach doing flips.
“Well, now that that's over with,” Anders said gently, as if testing something, “I think you should join us.”
Cullen was shocked beyond words, but it seemed that Amell had expected this and she now watched him closely for his reaction. Cullen swallowed harshly under her gaze, “B-but aren't you t-two--”
“Just friends having some fun, I assure you,” Anders replied easily. “So, what do you say? I'm always up for corrupting a Templar.”
He was actually proposing a threesome? Cullen felt a strange mixture of aversion and arousal at the thought. This was wrong. He should just leave. Send them to their bunks and be done with it.
Maybe move to Antiva.
But something must have shown on his face, because Amell was now looking at him in an odd way.
He watched in fascination as she bit her bottom lip, her chest rising and falling more quickly, before she dropped the robe covering her altogether.
She looked up at him from under her lashes.
All thoughts of vows or retreat dropped from his mind like a hot rock. Cullen swallowed harshly and couldn't stop his eyes from roaming her exposed body. He felt himself taking a step forward before he could convince himself to stop.
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Cullen felt the straps loosening around him, but his attention was on Amell. He watched as her eyes softened before she slowly bridged the gap between them. Her hand came up to drag across the stubble on his cheek, slipping around his neck and stopping to cup the back of his head.
And when she pulled him forward, he allowed it and she pressed her lips against his.
It felt as if electricity had struck him and he stiffened at the contact at first, but after her lips grazed his once, and then twice, he felt himself begin to respond.
Then her lips parted and her tongue gently slipped into his mouth, stroking against his in a way that made him lightheaded─she tasted of something sweet and exotic; a taste that Cullen knew he'd remember for the rest of his life.
As her fingers raked through his hair and her tongue continued it's assault, he felt himself become painfully hard once more and couldn't stop the soft groan of want that passed from his lips to hers.
Suddenly Cullen decided that Anders was taking far too long with removing his armor.
Cullen began to remove his armor while still maintaining the kiss, and pieces of metal fell to the floor with dull thunks and clanks─ although he figured that Anders must have caught a few of the bigger pieces as they didn't make noise after falling.
Cullen broke apart from her only to shift out of his chainmail and finish stripping off his lower bits until he was down to his underthings, his erection visibly pressing against the fabric. He didn't waste time as he leaned in to resume their kiss, his hands shaking as he placed one on her bare hip and the other against the side of her neck.
Amell moaned into the kiss, running her hand up his bare chest. Emboldened by his arousal, Cullen gently ground himself against her while ignoring the second pair of hands that snaked their way around her middle.
As long as the mage kept his hands off of him, Cullen found that he was alright with his presence.
Cullen quickly forgot about Anders when Amell reached between them to fondle his package through his underthings. He sucked in a breath and jerked forward, his hips reacted automatically to her touch.
He felt her squeeze a second time, sending his heartbeat racing.
Amell shuddered between them, feeling Anders's length pressing against her bottom and Cullen's mouth moving down her throat, exploring. She began to pump Cullen through his underthings, enjoying his writhing under her touch and how his breath ghosted hotly over her bare skin.
Amell had wanted Cullen for as long as she could remember, and feeling his rough hands gliding up her ribcage was driving her mad with desire.
She felt Anders's hand reach around to dip into her core and she jerked forward with a small gasp; this surprised Cullen slightly, but he recovered quickly and got back to licking her collarbone, his hands coming up to grab her bare breasts and squeezing before grinding into her hand.
Breathing laboriously now, Amell shoved Cullen's underthings off entirely, and she felt Anders's breath against her shoulder as his hands shifted to her hips. He ground himself between the cleft of her buttock teasingly before inserting a finger which was still slick with her juices into her anus, then two, pumping gently and readying her.
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Then their gaze met, and Amell didn't break eye contact as she pulled him flush against her, wrapping her leg around his waist before guiding his stiff cock to her entrance. He trembled at the feeling of his tip inside her.
Guided the rest of the way by instinct, Cullen pushed forward, sheathing himself in her to the hilt. He inhaled sharply, his eyes closing as he lowered his head to rest on her shoulder, his calloused hands moved to rest over Anders's on her hip as he pulled out only to thrust forward again.
Amell moaned huskily at the feeling of both of them filling her, her hands coming up to grip Cullen's shoulders.
She felt the two men set up a gentle rhythm that set Cullen entering her as Anders pulled out, and she rocked between the two, her nails digging into the skin of Cullen's shoulders.
The pace increased and Anders was now groaning softly against her shoulder while Cullen's harsh breath danced over the skin of her breasts. His tongue darted out to stroke a nipple and he sucked the hardened bud it into his mouth. Feeling his tongue lap against her breast, she arched into him and tilted her head back as she panted harshly at the sensations overwhelming her.
The two continued their assault, closing in on her as their pace increased; her walls quivered and her legs shook where she stood between them she was sure if the two men weren't there to support her with their bodies that she's be a limp pile of limbs on the floor by now.
The sounds of skin slapping against skin filled the room and Amell felt sweat forming on her brow.
The pace increased to an almost desperate thrusting from both males and she felt herself building up. She released one of Cullen's shoulders to reach between her legs, but Anders's hand pushed her's aside, and he rubbed her clit harshly as he reached his peak with a shuddering groan. She felt him spill inside her as he came and he continued to ride out the waves of his orgasm.
Amell desperately reached between her and Cullen, hand cupping and fondling his balls as he thrust into her harshly. He lost it then, his thrusts coming out in a jerky, desperate way, and he came into her, sending her reeling and she climaxed, her walls clamping over his member and milking him of his seed.
The trio stood trembling from their aftershocks, Anders and Cullen holding Amell up from collapse as Anders pulled out from her followed closely by Cullen.
Amell looked with half-lidded eyes to Cullen who looked down at her with an emotion she couldn't quite grasp before he lowered his head to kiss her. She accepted, tasting the saltiness of their combined sweat which had formed on their upper lips.
Anders coughed behind them and they turned to see him smirking that ever persistent smirk, “Well, if I knew Templar company was so enjoyable, I'd have invited you sooner.” He set to work with donning his robes, slipping it over his head, “So, where's your next post then?”
Cullen paused, and Amell thought that he might be angry or refuse, but he looked back down to her, considering, and a crease formed between his brow.
A few seconds ticked by before his features relaxed. “Harrowing Chamber, tomorrow night after enchanter Irving retires for bed.”
Cullen was still looking at her when she smiled shyly, intertwining her fingers with his. He squeezed her hand, thumb stroking her's softly.
When they looked back, Anders was smiling that smile that they both knew meant that they'd be experiencing something new tomorrow.
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I also forgot to post an a/n, so here it is:
Well, here it is Anons! Although I do wish I'd come back to the prompt sooner─ it seems that another (very talented) anaon had already filled it (but you won't hear me complaining, it's delicious ;p). Well, hope you enjoy!
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/deep breath
Wow.
While I have always adored Anders, I have never found him as insanely sexy as I do right now. This? Beyond hot. I salute you, author!anon.
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