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The Howes actually own this land, though Nathaniel has only built a small house on it. He's saving the real work for his nephew. That's the real inheritor of the land. But for now, two Grey Wardens make use of it when they are on leave. It is close enough to the city of Amaranthine that Nathaniel's relations come to visit sometimes. Delilah has made it clear that Anders is family now, as much as if he had married into the Howes.

Nathaniel is outside performing a maintenance waxing of the Howe family bow when Anders returns from the city. He folds the cloth he was using, sets it aside, and stands, moving to greet Anders as he approaches. He stops in his tracks, though, when he sees Anders is not alone.

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"Oh, I don't make marks that don't last," Nathaniel answers low in his throat before pursuing that spot again with lips and teeth. He spreads the grease over his hand and slides two fingers into Anders, moving in firm, steady strokes, reaching deep to drag over that spot inside and get it warmed up for him. He nuzzles the skin of Anders' thigh, then rubs his cheek against it, like an animal marking something with its scent.

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"Oh." The word is gasped out as he's bitten and taken, a flash of pain and so much fantastic stretch going straight to his pulse and making it pound. "Right there, right there, love, oh..."

It's not like Nate's about to stop or something, but Anders has trouble stopping talking at all times, and when he's being spoiled by Nate it's all the more difficult. Anders reaches down to stroke himself once with his still-slick hand - it's not like he needs it, but watching Nate go to town on his thigh and feeling his prostate stroked makes him want to touch himself as well.

His other hand tugs lightly in Nate's hair, urging him up, because that mouth can be put to even better uses now that the mark is left. More specifically, those lips can be pressed to Anders' lips. And should be.

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Anders' wish is Nathaniel's command. He can resist nothing. He surges up and claims Anders' mouth, fingers sliding from his body so that he can slick himself and line himself up. His skin burns, his cock aches, and pressing the tip against Anders' entrance for a moment is a self-tease as much as anything, lingering a moment, relishing every desire for a moment before fulfilling it. Then, he presses the tip inside, slowly, so that only the head enters before his hips roll back, then press in. Each time, he goes a little more in than he went out, taking Anders slowly, driving them both mad with want.

His hand reaches back to cup the back of Anders' head so he can control the kiss, ravaging his mouth even as he takes him with such care.

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He kisses back hungrily, sucking on Nate's tongue as he's taken twice at once. The first time Nate pulls back is greeted with a protesting noise, hands going to Nate's back to keep him close, and then he gets what Nate is doing. He still makes a noise against it anyway, each time he loses some of the progress, because Maker is this man cruel in the best of ways.

He drags nails down Nate's back with some care, doing his absolute best to spur Nate on to wreck him. Not that he'll ever dislike teasing, but Anders loves pushing it, loves provoking strong reactions from Nate because he knows how much affection is behind every movement.

Nathaniel is hot against him and inside him, and Anders has never found surrender or belonging easier.