Dragon Age: Origins/Awakening, Part 4: Permanently Frozen
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"Eloquent as always, my friend," said Zevran.
"Don't - I want you to use my name," said Alistair. He ran his hands down Zevran's arms and then up his torso, as if he couldn't help himself. "Maker," he breathed again.
"As you wish," said Zevran. When Alistair's questing fingers ran over his nipples, he shut his eyes and let his head fall backward. "Alistair," he said and was unsurprised to hear the wavering of his voice. He was slipping, falling down the well of want again.
"Zev," said Alistair. The bed shifted and Zevran was pressed against Alistair's hot, sweating, insanely broad chest. Warriors, he thought. I do so appreciate warriors. Then Alistair was kissing him again, and thought was no longer an option. Strong arms came around him, tensed, and then he was on the bed, beneath a deliciously heavy ex-almost-templar who seemed intent on kissing him into a shivering, voiceless madman. One of Alistair's thighs had ended up between his own and wasn't he the experienced one in this bed? How had it happened that he was pinned down, humping desperately against the other man, whimpering into his mouth?
"Can we - clothes off?" Alistair gasped into his ear.
In answer, he shoved his hands down the back of Alistair's pants and ran his fingernails over the sinfully taut buttocks he found there. Alistair yelped and thrust his hips forward. Gods, his cock felt enormous. Zevran was going to devour it. "Yes, yes, off," he hissed.
Skin. They could not get enough of it, pressing together the instant they divested themselves of their remaining clothing. Alistair gave a wordless shout as Zevran wrapped his hand around Alistair's cock and stroked once. Alistair fell back on the bed with Zevran on top of him, sucking and biting at his neck.
"Alistair," he purred.
"Nnh," said Alistair.
"I'm going to take your cock in my mouth now."
"Ghnn!"
"You are going to come on my tongue. Do you hear me?"
"Yes!" Alistair said. "Maker, yes!"
"Good." Zevran slid downward, savoring the slide of their bodies, the way Alistair stretched out beneath him. Alistair's cock was as gorgeous as the rest of him, thick and long and ever so slightly curved. Silvery beads of fluid gathered glistening at the slit. Zevran lapped them off, savouring the bittersalt taste.
Alistair arched underneath him, hands gathering the bedclothes tightly. Zevran pried them free and shoved them into his hair. "Do not be gentle," he said and bent to take Alistair's length in his mouth.
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MOAR PLZ.
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This is hot and I'll be looking forward to more.
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Tugs at his hair or no, he could not concentrate once Alistair started lifting his hips and moaning. He opened his throat and took the full length of Alistair's cock.
"Zev!" Alistair cried out. "Oh, Maker!" His fingers tightened, near to the point of ripping hair right out.
Zevran drew back, pressing his tongue against the vein, feeling Alistair's frantic pulse beating against him, and then sank back down, sucking, swallowing.
Alistair keened and spilled down Zevran's throat. Zevran milked him dry, working him until he writhed and pushed at Zevran's face, sobbing. Zevran sat back on his heels and watched Alistair come back down, shivering and panting.
"Alistair," he said cautiously. "How do you feel?"
"Uh." Alistair lifted his head, and yes, his eyes had cleared somewhat. "Zevran," he said.
Teats of Andraste, he looked magnificent, debauched and languorous. "Are you well?" asked Zevran. His fingers twitched. His cock twitched.
"Are you joking?" asked Alistair. "That was ... really ... licking lampposts is wildly underrated."
"You are not upset?" Zevran clarified. It was taking everything he had not to jump the other man again and just shamelessly rut against him.
"No," said Alistair. He sounded a bit surprised. "No, even though I - wow, I did not think it would be so .... can we do it again?"
Zevran made a small sound, somewhere between a laugh and a sob.
"Er, I mean," Alistair sat up. "Can I do it for you? You look really ... ah ... um ..." His eyes fell to Zevran's lap and his face went a bit slack again. "Can I?" he said.
"You can do whatever you like," said Zevran. "Indeed, if you do not I think that I may die."
Alistair's touch was hesitant at first but quickly grew confident as Zevran arched and gasped and grabbed at Alistair's shoulders to hold himself steady. "Here," said Alistair, picked him up bodily, and settled him into Alistair's lap. "This is more familiar," Alistair murmured into his ear. "The angle, and so on. Zev, you smell good."
Zevran bent his head back over Alistair's shoulder, pliant and submissive. Alistair nuzzled his neck, ran his free hand over his body, and worked him faster. "Dammit," he muttered as their skin rubbed and stuttered. Zevran could hardly care about chafing at this point, but Alistair brought up his hand and licked his palm thoroughly. The resultant smooth glide was enough to bring him in three short, fast strokes, spurting over his belly and legs and Alistair's hand.
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Still. Unf!
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"I think mine was better," said Alistair. He went on gently stroking Zevran, the movement of his hand slick and wet with Zevran's spend. "Maker you feel ... you feel like the best thing ever."
"You are astonishing," Zevran said. "I cannot believe you were raised in a Chantry. Where are your blushes now?"
Alistair ducked his head down, pressing his forehead to Zevran's shoulder. "I don't know," he said. "I don't - I don't think I can blame it all on the drug. Although ..." He lifted his hips a little, making them both draw in their breath. "Ashes of the Bride," he said and began kissing Zevran's neck. "Your skin," he mumbled. "It's ... mmmnn."
Every kiss made Zevran shiver. "Alistair, stop," he said. Alright, whined. "Stop, please. We - we need to find ..." Alistair bit him gently below the ear. "Ah! Ah! Joder!"
"Hoh - dehr?" asked Alistair.
"It means 'fuck,'" said Zevran and twisted in his arms. "As in, 'I want to fuck you, Alistair', or perhaps, 'please fuck me, Alistair,' although any combination of the two would suit me, to be sure." He straddled Alistair's thighs and began kissing him ruthlessly, with every ounce of skill he possessed. There was no skill in the way that they ended up grinding together, however, too wild and desperate to even use their hands, just driving relentlessly against one another until first Alistair and then Zevran cried out and spent against their bellies.
They lay gasping, sweaty and sticky and still, still, the heat moved through them.
"Oil," said Zevran. He rose from the bed on wobbling legs, trying to make use of the respite his orgasm granted him. A quick ransack of the nightstand revealed nothing. He turned his gaze on the lamp. A quick pinch extinguished the flame. Cursing at the heat, he plucked the wick out, sniffed the reservoir. Plain oil. It would do.
With the lamp gone, only a trace bit of light from under the door and around the boarded up windows illuminated the room. Everything was dim shapes and faint outlines. "Zev?" said Alistair from the bed. "Why did you ..."
"We need the oil," said Zevran. "You don't need to see me, caro." He set the lamp on the nightstand.
"I like seeing you," said Alistair, shifting toward him.
"See me with your hands, then," said Zevran. he climbed onto the bed, found Alistair's hands, and set them on his hips. "See me with your lips. With your body." He lay down and pulled the other man over onto him. "See me," he whispered.
"Zev," Alistair said, softly, like a wish, or a prayer. Fingers trailed over Zevran's face, traced his pointed ears, smoothed his hair away from his eyes. "I see you," said Alistair. "Your h-handsome face." Down his neck, across his collarbone. "Your shoulders." A kiss, in the hollow of his throat. "Your chest." Tongue on his left nipple. "Your belly." A hesitation as Alistair encountered the remnant of their former pleasure, and then an open mouthed, sucking kiss below his navel. "Y-your ... your cock." The word came out awkwardly but so laden with lust and anticipation that Zevran's toes curled up.
Then Alistair put his mouth over him.
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OP here. i am so *insanely* glad that i posted this prompt. just - really, incredibly - best thing i did this month!
this is *scorchingly* hot!!!!! I love the *pauses*, the respite so they can - so it won't be horrible in the morning, i love that Alistair is even now admitting this to himself...that this is not just the drug. i nearly broke when Zevran brought him to orgasm and *sat back* and *waited* to see if Alistair was ok. If Alistair remembers nothing, he will remember that. He will also remember that Zevran wanted to make this good for him, after he could no longer resist. That he begged. That so far he said nothing he would not have *previously* already had thought about zevran before he got dosed with the drug. I love those moments of helplessness Zevran was experiencing, and questioning himself how he got there..i *adore* the inner thoughts he is having...how much *care* he is showing Alistair. i laughed so hard here:
"As in, 'I want to fuck you, Alistair', or perhaps, 'please fuck me, Alistair,' although any combination of the two would suit me, to be sure."
That was so very *Zevran*... (dear god if these two don't get together after this, they are both idiots.) I was delighted when Alistair despite the drug still needed to get Zevran's permission... the response Zevran has when Alistair said 'you don't like me' was precious. The *potential* in these two is just..staggering.
If after this Zevran ever says Alistair's name like that again... i think Alistair will go from 0 to about-to-orgasm in under a second.
Gods i need more of this like i need *air*!!
Please please more!
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Random anon concurs wholeheartedly. This is easily one of the hottest fills in the history of the meme.
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So *gooooood*
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Alistair jerked a little, pulled back in surprise, and Zevran's seed spilled down his chin, glistening in the low light. Gods, the sight of it - ! Zevran sat up, still quaking from his orgasm, and licked Alistair's chin and mouth.
"Uh!" Alistair said. "Sorry, I didn't - Zev - mmmph!"
Zevran thrust his tongue into the other man's mouth, groaning a little. Mercy of the gods, he was getting hard again, already. The Kiss must be peaking. "Fuck me now," he muttered against Alistair's lips. "Fuck me now, my lovely, my passion. With the taste of me still on your lips."
"I don't - Zev, ah, Maker Zev, I don't understand, you're speaking Antivan..."
Zevran broke away, fumbled at the nightstand, plunged his hand into the oil, nearly upsetting the lamp. When he fisted it, dripping, around Alistair's cock, the other man choked off a cry and surged his hips forward so powerfully that they both nearly fell over. Zevran clambered forward gracelessly, straddling Alistair's thighs. He took his oiled hand to his buttocks, delved between, thrust two fingers in without hesitation. It stung, and he yelped.
"What are you - ?" Alistair's hands closed around his, investigated. "Oh. Oh."
"Stretch," said Zevran, concentrating hard to speak Ferelden. "Can't - without ..."
"Inside you?" asked Alistair. "Maker. Maker. Alright. Let me ..."
Zevran pushed his face into the warm curve between Alistair's neck and shoulder as Alistair worked his thick fingers into him. "Maker," Alistair said, and "Oh, holy Andraste," and "Zevran, I just - wow." Zevran bit him, ungently. "Fuck!" said Alistair.
Zevran batted his hand away, took hold of his shoulders, and, after a moment's positioning, sank down onto Alistair's cock. "Ah, gods!" he cried out hoarsely. Alistair had no words, it seemed, only sucked in his breath and sank his fingers into Zevran's hips, arms quivering with strain.
It had been a while and the preparation had been hasty but the feeling as Alistair slowly parted him was so intensely pleasurable that it stole Zevran's breath, left him reeling drunkenly, sure that he was going to orgasm the minute Alistair so much as twitched.
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