Seduction

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Nate's been busy. There's a lot to do. It makes sense, really, trying to lead a small offshoot of the Wardens when there's constantly new chaos, and it's not like Anders hasn't been busy either. Healing, running errands, petting his cat, teaching, there are a dozen various things he's running around doing.

But even with justifiable cause, Anders is feeling a little lonely, and a lot attention hungry.

He picks out his best robes (the purple ones from the dance,) finds flower petals, oils his hair, and drapes himself on the bed before picking up his crystal.

Love, if you're not busy, I've something I'd like you to look over for me.

If that didn't work, he'd have to start getting creative. But this will suffice for a first try.

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Not now, darling. Give me an hour or two?

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Anders sighs, fully sighs, and gives Purrelden the saddest of looks. Time for another tactic.

Where are you? It can travel.

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That empty office in the Kestrel House.

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Alistair might kill him, but oh well. It would be worth it. Anders gets up, fixes his hair so it hangs just right, finds the matching earring and puts that on, and basically prepares to make himself quite the visual display. Then, deciding he doesn't care who sees this, he crosses through the Kestral House to the empty office and opens the door, lounging in the doorway promptly without looking inside.

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It's a good thing it's Nathaniel and not Teren or Alistair in here. Nathaniel looks up, sees, and chokes. He is legitimately stunned to silence. Anders is...alluring, certainly, he knows what this is about. But his mind is also so far from sex that it doesn't even turn him on yet. He simply processes in astonished silence.

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There's a few moments of silence as he looks at Nate, waiting for any sort of reaction. Choking is good, but... All right. Time to pull out the big guns, then, and not let his mind start internalizing all the possible reasons Nate isn't saying anything.

Anders steps inside, closing the door behind himself, before coming over to the desk and scooting between it and Nate. He leans back a little, a come-hither look on his face.

"It's me. I'd like you to look over me." He doesn't say the rest, that he's lonely, that he stresses when he's lonely, that he worries about how much he should be unwantable, because he doesn't like letting people know how deep down his insecurities go. He's beautiful and he thinks he can make Nate want to touch him, and touch fixes so many doubts.

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Nathaniel's hands come to rest on Anders' knees without even thinking, and suddenly his body is afire. Sweet Maker, it has been a while, hasn't it? His work is forgotten, or more to the point, scattered to the floor as Nathaniel sweeps it off the desk and stands. He yanks Anders' legs so the mage is suddenly flat on the desk, and soon covered by the bowman's broad body.

"My pleasure, Warden," he says lowly.

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Oh. There is the reaction he'd wanted, and he has to close his eyes for a moment as the rush of arousal sweeps over him. Nate's weight is solid, physically and emotionally. Anders shivers as he opens his eyes. He reaches up, brushing his fingers through Nate's hair.

"It did seem relevant to bring it to the attention of the leadership," he says with a smirk that's nearly at full confidence. He's interrupting, being a bother, but Nate's response seems to say that it's more than okay and Anders needs to push back other thoughts. Which he does by coaxing Nate's head down so he can kiss the archer hard.

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Whatever Nate was about to say gets smothered by that kiss, and he quickly forgets what it was. Now it's all the taste of Anders and the scent of him. A hand buries in that beautiful hair while the other begins pulling up those purple skirts.

When he comes up for breath from the kiss, he purrs, "It seems I've neglected my mage terribly." Back down for more kissing as his hand slides up a creamy thigh.

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There's nothing underneath the robes as Anders had one intention and one intention alone, and rarely has he been so glad to be singularly focused. Nate's response is a flash of a grin before Anders is moaning into the kiss, savoring the way his hand explores his thigh. He grinds up, wishing he didn't feel like he'd been neglected but treasuring the response and attention he gets.

"You know I always want more of you," he pants near-apogetically when the kiss breaks. If he was truly apologetic he won't be here, sprawled on Nate's desk.

Anders tilts his head to kiss down the side of Nate's neck while he works to untie Nate's pants and urge them down.

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The pants go down, and are kicked off the desk. Maker, Nathaniel needed this. He begins kissing down Anders' throat.

"Mm. You always know what I need before I do." Lovely, pale throat, soft beneath his lips, and he pulls that robe over Anders' head and casts it to the floor. His hand entwines with Anders, a silent request for a grease spell because Nathaniel is entirely unprepared and he needs to be inside Anders yesterday

He loves this man.

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Anders snickers, not at Nate but at their matched urgency. It's not like he's wasting time either, casting and guiding Nate's hand down as he shifts to spread his legs apart.

"I needed this so much." The sensual press of Nate's lips to his skin, his firm ass underneath Anders' hand, every bit of it. "I need you to have me, and I need to feel you spill inside me. I need to be yours." He urges two of Nate's fingers against his entrance, eager to be with the love of his life.

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Those two fingers press against that heat before pushing, breaking, thrusting inside as deep as they will go.

"You are mine," he breathes before claiming Anders' lips again. His fingers continue probing, firm and deep, and he groans for the heat around them. Slick and tight and perfect, but most importantly, Anders. He works Anders from inside, knowing they will soon be as perfectly one as they can ever be. "You are all mine," he growls, teeth scraping over cheekbone, as if marking him. "And I will exhaust you before we are done here. My Anders will be satisfied tonight."

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Nate's. It's something he'd wanted for so long, to have somewhere he belongs and someone he belongs with, and hearing Nate reinforce it fills his heart the way that Nate's fingers are filling his body. Anders groans and arches his back a little bit as he's worked open.

"I'm yours. I'm entirely yours, Nate, and you're mine." It's even more of a miracle that someone wants to be with him exclusively, and Anders treasures that more than he had in the beginning. He turns his head a little so he can turn that scrape into a rougher kiss, nipping at Nate's lower lip after in invitation for the man to be rougher.

"I can take so much, love. Push me."

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Anders is so impatient, squirming under him even with Nathaniel's fingers inside. Fingers grind deeper, grazing over prostate. Nathaniel takes that invitation as it's meant--that Anders wants to feel it tonight, thick and hard and deep. Nathaniel smiles, and adds two more fingers. Not the thumb yet--he'll see how Anders is doing after this.

"You want me in you up to the wrist," he purrs. "You want me reaching as deep in you as I can. You want to be loose and sloppy for me when I put my cock in you at last."

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"Fuck, yes." It's strained thanks to the addition of two fingers rather than the one he was expecting, but that doesn't change how his words are basically a prayer to the Inge being he has faith in. They've rarely gone for that much of a stretch before, which has Anders all the more excited, cock thick and heavy where it bumps against his stomach.
He stretches so he can rest an ankle on Nate's shoulder as he tries to provide the best view and angle possible. "Anything you want to put in me. I'll take it. Gladly. I trust you."Nate will want what they both enjoy, something heavily reinforced by the attention being given to his prostate.

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Nathaniel's cock throbs hard and hot between his legs, and he has to take a few deep breaths at the headiness of it all. All four fingers slow their pace as he makes sure to give Anders time here. He murmurs prayers against pale golden skin as the minutes go by, stroking a plateau of pleasure, until finally, he tucks his thumb in and drives in up to its last knuckle. Then, with a slowness that is either agony or ecstasy or both, he slides, millimeter by millimeter, inside to the wrist. He pauses then, gasping at the feel of that clasping, clenching body around him, and at the sight of Anders impaled on him so deep and wide.

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This is the only time when Anders doesn't protest the slow down, when his body is straining to take in more than usual. His breathing is heavy even as he tries to relax and make the entrance easier. There's strain in his eyes and on his faceby the time Nate's thumb has fully joined his fingers, and the knuckles get a strangled groan, but Anders isn't even tempted by the safe word.

Instead he watches Nate while trying to catch his breath a little and adjust to the hand inside him that feels altogether too large and just right. His body can't quite figure out what to do about the intruder, and Anders can do little more than make a quiet noise and half-reach for Nate's cheek.

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Nathaniel turns his head to kiss Anders' palm, giving him time to adjust and catch his breath. He, meanwhile, considers the plan from here. He would like to see Anders come twice, to make up for the period of neglect, and that means a lot of foreplay between the first and second orgasm. He splays his fingers over Anders' belly, sliding palm over fabric and enjoying how the robe makes their deeds disappear to the eye. A secret only for them to feel.

"I am going to stroke you now;" he says, because this will all require Anders' consent. "I will take you into my mouth and rub you inside until you are blind with pleasure. After you are spent, I am going to eat you out until you are hard again and ready for my cock. That is when I will slide into you--slowly, gently as you deserve because you may be very sensitive. I will make love to you, rocking in you and twining with you, hot as fire and slick as silk, nothing but heat and ecstasy until you climax again when I spend into you and make you mine."

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And he'd thought he was doing the seducing. Anders shivers at the touch and words, fingers tangling in Nate's hair.

"You spoil me." It's an delicious mental image, and it will be all the more delicious to experience. "Poet with words and body. You... Please." He's entirely spoiled for anyone else and that's more than all right.

Reaching down, Anders rests his hand over Nate's and presses a little so they can both feel Nate inside him. A mischievous and glazed-from-arousal smile plays on his lips "You realize you're just encouraging me to interrupt you more, right? If this is how you reward me. Fill me and spend me and fill me again, please, my love."

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Nathaniel's fingers begin to stroke, and Maker, what a sensation it is, his left hand pressed against that belly and feeling the subtle motions underneath. Quietly, secretly, he is completely terrified. It will take so little to seriously hurt Anders, but here he is, buried in him to the wrist. The presses of his fingers are gentle, the thrusts are shallow, everything is meant to bring pleasure while still being on the edge of what Anders can bear. Just as he wishes.

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It's so much to take that breathing is a little difficult again, but it's not an unpleasant so much. Possibly the balance between pleasure and pressure is tipped toward the former in part due to how much he trusts his fiance, and to how much trust does for him.

"Sweet Andraste." He breathes the words out, watching Nate, memorizing the way Nate looks like this all over again. A tremor runs through Anders' body at one press in particular and he makes a noise that he'd absolutely deny was a whimper as the press eases.

"I love, love the way you take me. The way you... everything."

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Those curses, the word love, it makes Nathaniel press a little harder, though he still fears hurting him. It's not thrusting so much as massaging, stroking, caressing now that he is in full reach of that sensitive gland. As he does that, he nuzzles the hair at the base of Anders' cock, letting him know he is there before taking him in his free hand and drawing the tip into his mouth.

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"Oh." It's more breath than anything as he shivers around Nate's hand. The pressure is so intense against his prostate and it's all he can think about until his cock is taken in hand. Then there's no thought at all because the head of his cock is engulfed in warmth and wetness and he swears he can feel Nate's tongue there already.

"Please." There's no way he has the mental capacity to beg, caught as he is between hand and mouth. He doesn't even know what exactly he's asking for, other than an already-quickly-approaching release. Nate can likely taste how close Anders is on his tongue, another dangerously delicious thought that has Anders trembling and balanced right on the edge.

The balance is broken a moment later, clench of his body bringing gland and heated fingers together in a molten dance that has him shuddering, releasing with a hoarse noise as every twitch of his body makes him feel Nate's knuckles all the more.

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Nathaniel eases out of him gradually and gently, allowing his body time to readjust. That's when he steps off the desk and scoops Anders up in his arms without warning, carrying him out while he is still recovering from his orgasm. He moves with wide steps toward their bedroom, gaining smirks and snickers from people they pass. He does not heed them.

Back in their room, Nathaniel places Anders gently on their bed and moves his split skirts aside. Time to get to the second part of his promise--eating him out hntil he is ready to go again. He hooks Anders' legs over his shoulders, spreads him apart, and leans in to kiss that swollen entrance, soothing the abuse it just took.

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Anders dazedly grabs for Nate as they're suddenly moving, mind still swimming with pleasure as he's carried partially on display for anyone in the halls. He can't really notice them because his mind is entirely on how good he feels and the promise of so much more...

...which is quite promptly delivered on. Anders' noise is hoarse and surprised but far from protest as his knees clench where they rest over Nate's shoulder and his whole body shudders.

"Oh, oh fuck, fuck yes," the words devolve into even more babble that he has no control over. He's so sensitive right now that Nate's mouth is everything he wants and so much more than his body knows how to cope with. Trembling hands lace their way into Nate's hair as his heart pounds hard enough that it feels like it's about to break through his chest.