Dragon Age: Origins/Awakening, Part 4: Permanently Frozen
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"Nate, what...Oh, Maker!" The questioning hum that interrupted him had him arching his back, head tipped, and eyes wide. He hadn't expected it to feel that good. And the more he took him in and the more he moved his tongue, the harder it was getting for him to think clearly. All he wanted was to feel more: more of the heat around him, more of that delicious pressure that was starting to make him squirm. The tension starting to coil in his body brought a degree of clarity with it. If Nate kept doing what he was doing--
"Nate, stop. Stop," he panted. "I'm going to...I don't want..."
And just like that, the feelings went away. It was so sudden, he ached from the loss of it, unable to hold back the whimper that came with it.
"Not how you want to finish, Anders?" Nate was suddenly on top of him, body pressed close enough to pin Anders' shaft against his stomach. "Something else in mind?" He was definitely teasing him, no doubt about it.
Anders felt himself flush. "I didn't want to...you were..."
Nate shifted a little, making him groan, the feel of his clothes adding a strange sensation to the motion. "You've never been pleasured like this?"
"No. I...I mean, I have. I just...The thought of you..." Amid his babbling, he caught a flash of...sorrow?...in Nate's expression. "No. No." He brought a hand up, cupping his cheek. "I liked it. I did. I just...I didn't want to...didn't...Maker, this is embarrassing," he muttered.
Nate gave him a rather searching look. "Did you want me to stop because you would have--"
"Yes," he interrupted. Maker, again, were they children? Still, he couldn't even bring himself to let Nate say it. "I...The thought of you...doing...that. Of me..." He took a deep breath, collecting his thoughts, not an easy task, especially if either of them moved. "I think I...respect you too much to--what?"
Nate had started laughing, gently, but still laughing. He pressed his lips to Anders' forehead, tipping his head down to touch noses with him. "A true gentleman you are," he murmured. "Anders, if I didn't want to do that for you, do you really think I would have?"
He swallowed. "I...I don't know. People sometimes let themselves get carried away by the unexpected."
"Or by desire." Nate trailed a finger along his jaw.
"I couldn't help it. You felt amazing."
Both brows went up. "Amazing, hmm?"
Anders nodded. Taking a deep breath, he slid his fingers into Nate's hair again, drawing him into a kiss. There was a sharp taste in the rogue's mouth this time, surprising him, especially as he realized why, but he wanted this. He wanted Nate to know how good he had made--was making--him feel.
He felt Nate slowly drawing back, nuzzling his cheek as he did. "If you're so concerned for me, Anders, there's something else we can do. You'll just need to trust me, all right?"
That request was easy enough. "Something else?"
"Aye." Nate shifted his body to the side. "Roll over. And up on your knees."
Anders blinked. "On my...my knees?" Nodding slowly, he did as he was bid, scooting up to be more on all fours, looking at Nate over his shoulder. "Like this?"
The other man nodded. "Perfect," he smiled, moving closer and letting his hands massage Anders' back, relaxing him more and more, until they started moving lower.
Anders rocked a little on his knees. "Nate?"
"It'll feel good, Anders, I promise. But I want to make sure it doesn't hurt you. There'll be some pain. You're not used to this, after all, but I will do all I can to help you enjoy this."
He chuckled. "That's why you asked if I trusted you."
"And I'm happy you do." He leaned forward, meeting Anders' lips as he pushed himself up.
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"Breathe deep, Anders. Nice and slow."
Forcing himself to calm down and listen to his partner, he nodded, though it was difficult to remember to do so at the first press of his finger inside of him. Thankfully, Nate was taking things slow, continuing the motions to help him relax and grow more comfortable rather than assuming he was fine with it immediately. In time, he did find himself rocking back the more accustomed he grew to the thrusts. He found himself gasping as a second finger stretched him further, the sensation almost regressing him to his initial feelings.
He could hear Nate whispering to him above the sound of his own breathing. Gentle, encouraging words that helped bleed some of his tension away. The motions felt good, the ache of it eventually giving way to feelings that were more pleasant, something that surprised him. Still, they weren't as intense as what he'd been doing. Something gentle, instead of getting carried away.
Slowly, he started rocking his body back again, seeing how it felt. Nate's hand moved opposite him, making a bit of friction that teased him some. As he pressed, it felt as if there were something Nate was pushing toward as well.
And then his fingers reached it, tightening Anders' lower body and making him gasp, a moan caught in his throat and coming out a croak. Maker, he forgot how to breathe. A second press had his upper body sagging and a third threw his head back as a deep sound finally pulled its way past his lips. He'd been nearly on edge before and now he felt painfully so. "Nate," he all but keened his name.
The touch eased off, the sparks clearing from his vision, but the ache remained. "Go on, Anders. You know what your body wants."
Bracing himself on an elbow, he brought his free hand up, wrapping it around his length, seeking to ease the tension there. At the same time, though, he could feel the motions of Nate's hand again, adding to the sensation and just shy of teasing him again.
"Don't. I won't...I won't last."
"I know." Nate's voice was near a purr. "I want to help bring you over."
There was a change in his pace, still steady, but not as smooth. Hazarding a look, Anders found out why. Nate had worked himself free of his breeches and was using his off-hand to stroke himself.
"Nate, you--"
A tight smile pulled at his lips. "You're not ready for more." He shook his head. "But you're a damn fine sight, especially calling my name."
Biting his lower lip, Anders flashed Nate a smile of his own. "Then make me." He turned back, letting his head sag as his partner took up the challenge of those words.
Between Nate's attention and his own, it wasn't long before he was crying out again, begging Nate and the Maker for his release. When he fully climaxed, it was the rogue's name on his lips, murmured over and over as he fought to catch his breath. Hearing a groan behind him, he turned, watching the pleasured expression on Nate's face before his body shuddered with its own release. Panting, his eyes opened and found Anders', a smile coming to his lips as he did so.
They should hike back to the lake, he told himself. Clean up. But at the moment, neither cared. Anders crawled back into Nate's arms, as much supporting him as he was getting enveloped in a warm embrace. Their lips met, no hurry to the kisses this time, just warmth. And gratitude.
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"I hate to admit it, but you were right. This trip has turned into something enjoyable for me after all."
He could feel the smile against his skin. "Mmm, and just think, we still have the rest of the week."
Twisting around, he met Nate's laugh with a kiss. "And am I looking forward to it," he replied with a chuckle. "Especially with you here to guide me."
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Writeanon if you're ever interested I would totally love to see a sequel of this--I'll even do a fill for you if it'll entice you to give us more!!
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And if you do decide to write it just drop a note here letting me know what you want filled in return.
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