Nathaniel/Anders - 244 words

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Nathaniel has never been self-consious about his body hair in the dark.  In the dark it is only a texture, and those he took to bed were the sort who were fond of it.  It was something he made sure of beforehand.

Serving in the Wardens with Anders, they had both seen each other in almost nothing in full light before they became intimiate.  That first time, before they even became friendly.  Running into each other in the baths, bathing together in rivers while out on missions for each other’s protection, and in Anders’ case treating Nathaniel when he was injured.  Anders was well-aware of Nathaniel’s body hair.

But despite that, there was hesitation when Anders asked to leave a candle lit when they had sex.  The soft glow made Anders’ skin look beautiful, but Nathaniel was too keenly aware of how the dark hair stood out on his own body.  The hair on Anders’ body was not so evident, blond as it was.

Anders spoke no words, but said everything Nathaniel needed to hear in the way his lips brushed Nathaniel’s chest.  The way his hands traced the lines of muscle.  And then, after they were spent, the way he lay his head on Nathaniel’s stomach.

This was not the time and the place to voice his insecurities.

Nathaniel closed his eyes and let the quiet acceptance fill the room as he raised a hand to weave into Anders’ hair.  The sigh he felt against his skin, against his own hair, was worth it.

Dragon Age - Nathaniel/Anders, 155 words

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It’s difficult to resist, to not to replace Nathaniel’s hand with his own and stroke him so his moans break their kisses.  It is difficult but not impossible.  Not when Anders’ fingers caress the skin of Nathaniel’s chest - not when he can feel him breathing.

These kisses are among his favorites.  These kisses aren’t filled with sex the way Nathaniel sometimes steals one in the corner of the Keep.  Not the way Anders kisses Nathaniel when the door to their bedroom has been closed for the night.  Those kisses are also wonderful, but these are special.  These kisses are more than sex - they are slow and not demanding.  They simply are.  They are the sorts of kisses that Anders has only shared with one other person.

And with the gentle whisper from the Fade, magic flows from his fingers as they drift lower, giving Nathaniel a little extra stamina as Anders pulls the hand away and replaces them with his hips.

autumnyte:

I…

Were my laptop battery not already turgid, this would have done it.

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Nathaniel/Anders - 200 words

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Nathaniel’s nipples are sensitive.

Which doesn’t say much by the simple statement, as Anders had experience with more than one person’s nipples in his lifetime, but he is fairly sure that Nathaniel’s are the most sensitive.  They certainly are more than his own.

He enjoys the times when he can get Nathaniel to lie back, and to feel how his body reacts when his mouth covers one of the nipples.  His reactions are not immediately obvious, but they are ones that Anders feels with all of his senses.  It’s the way his chest tightens and he draws it back into the mattress.  It’s the way his breath catches.  It’s the way that his lips curl into a pleased smile when he thinks Anders isn’t looking.

And Anders loves kissing, touching, not just those nipples but the skin around it.  This is not a body of a mage locked in a tower and had little exercise, like so many he’s had in the past.  This is the body of a man who trains every day, whose body might be described in one of the Antivan romances Sigrun reads.

When Nathaniel moans, breaking through his quiet demeanor, Anders knows he is a lucky man.

ilikelookingatnakedmen:

That’s gorgeous.

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Dragon Age - Nathaniel/Anders, 818 words

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It had been Anders idea.

“That leather skirt of yours is distracting,” he said, sipping his ale and then leaning back in his seat.  ”You should wear it all the time, except when you’re naked.”

“Like your robes, then?”  Nathaniel said, arching an eyebrow.

“I’d say yes, but I’m sure my robes don’t look as nice on me as that skirt does on your.  Or, well, what it doesn’t cover.”  His eyes drifted down to Nathaniel’s thighs.

Nathaniel begged to differ - it really depended on what robes Anders was wearing.  Instead he smirked, and pushed his drink away.  ”Like them that much, do you?” he said, lowering his voice that much more so Anders had to lean in closer to hear what he was saying.

“Let me show you how much,” Anders whispered.

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They hadn’t bothered to push the fur bed cover back, and that was something Nathaniel appreciated back in the corner of his mind.  He loved the mix of sensations - the fur on his feet and legs, Anders’ skin against his, the cold air across his chest - it making every little movement that much more intense.

Nathaniel was already hard when Anders took him into his mouth, and for a moment he couldn’t breathe.  He kept his hips as still as he could, watching Anders suck on him with lidded eyes.  And then he felt Anders hand on his thigh, fingers spreading to map the lines of muscle, and then to curl around and hold Nathaniel in place.

“Let me show you what I think about doing to you when you wear that skirt,” he had said.  Anders then massaged the underside of Nathaniel’s arousal with his tongue.

Maker’s breath that mouth was wicked.  A low moan passed his lips, and he could not look away.

One of Anders hands started to move, tracing lazy patterns up his lip and then to his chest, and pushed gently on it.  Though he was unable to speak, Nathaniel could hear what he wanted quite clearly:

I want to see you.

Nathaniel ran his hand down Anders’ arm before he complied, pausing at the crook of his elbow, at the curve of his shoulder.  It was with great reluctance that Nathaniel finally leaned back, his hand gripping the fur.  Anders rewarded him with a pleased hum that reverberated through Nathaniel’s body.

“Anders,” Nathaniel whispered.  ”Ah-“

This wasn’t enough.  Nathaniel didn’t need the support of both arms like this, and so he brought his hand to Anders’ chest, which he couldn’t see.  It was strange feeling it this way, from a different angle and without sight, and it reminded him of sleeping with Anders for the first time.  The thrill of exploring a new lover’s body after so much time imagining, how nothing he dreamed of could match reality.

Maybe next time they would use a blindfold.

He was dimly aware that Anders had left his smallclothes on, but Nathaniel wasn’t going to let a fact like that stop him.  He teased the edge of fabric with his fingers, and Anders paused for only a moment before he continued.  Anders’ arousal was straining the fabric, and Nathaniel ran his thumb down the covered length before reaching beneath the fabric and pulling it out.

Nathaniel would not leave Anders wanting.

If Anders’ skin was warm then the flesh in Nathaniel’s grip was scorching.  He noted with satisfaction the way it became difficult for Anders to keep a steady rhythm, but to be fair the feeling was mutual.  Nathaniel’s back arched and his eyes threatened to close, lost as he was in the sensations.

And then it was too much.  He cried out Anders name as the tightness of his body bled from him.  Anders brushed his fingers back and forth across Nathaniel’s thighs as he swallowed.

After a moment’s breath, and then another, Nathaniel started to stroke Anders hard.  He pulled his hips back a little and Anders complied with the request, Nathaniel’s length feeling suddenly cool with the exposure of wet skin to the air.  Anders pushes his head back into the pillow and his eyes did close for a moment.  Nathaniel took in the sight of it - Anders’ lips still moistened, parted as they were as Nathaniel stroked him harder - and his own length still close to that mouth and slick from the previous attentions.

It wasn’t long before Anders cried out, and Nathaniel could feel the warmth of his release on his fingers.  He swirled the tip as Anders rode out the pleasure, and felt the rapid breaths beneath him.  When Anders opened his eyes again, Nathaniel had brought his fingers to his lips, licking away the mess.  Anders brushed the inside of Nathaniel’s thigh with a gentle kiss, and then looked up, smiling.

Nathaniel knew he wasn’t going to be able to look at his leather skirts the same way ever again.