RP: Alistair (fereldens_king) (NSFW content down the way)

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Daylen hadn't slept well in years. Demons had tried to play their games, and when they weren't toying with him, nightmares of all the ways he'd failed Alistair all those years ago plagued him.

Figures it would take a botched grab for his own death, spurred by what he'd now been told was a false Calling, and a bizarre side-trip into the Fade to bring him a little peace.

Peace that had everything to do with the warm bulk of this impossible man beside him. Behind him? He wasn't sure as he came awake by bits and pieces. He was sprawled on his stomach, rolled there from his side in the... night? Did it count as night? He thought it might actually be darker now than it had been when they'd climbed into the bed.

And now that he was awake he could think about all the things he'd done yesterday since falling out of the Deep Roads and to this strange place that he shouldn't have.

Probably including climbing into bed with this Alistair, this strange mirror of his own Voice who he'd been aching to follow into death for years and now... He sighed raggedly, burying his face in the pillow under his head and tried to grapple with the sudden twist of loathing he felt for himself.

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There was no resistance when Alistair pulled him closer. Void, Daylen was well on his way to winding up in his lap. He made himself gentle the hand in Alistair's hair at the laugh, the nip, fingers stroking lightly behind his ear.

"Something funny?" he breathed against his lips, parting the kiss just long enough to look into his eyes again.

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"Just that I feel as though I should be gentle, to not scare you away...but that seems silly, when all I want to do to you is..." He paused, visibly swallowed, flushed bright red from embarrassment...and arousal. "Everything." The word was said very softly, but an intense desire colored his tone. Alistair leaned in, and pressed soft kisses to down the side of Daylen's face and his neck, before burrying his face in Daylen's shoulder, breathing shakily.

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The hand on Alistair's back turned to soothing, lingering strokes down his back, shoulderblade to hip, and the hand in his hair carded with firm, strokes through the shaggy curls. "It's fine. Whatever you want. As slow as you want." He pressed his nose into Alistair's hair, breath hot over his ear. "Or, you know... not."

He continued petting for a moment and then paused, before resuming, a touch more tentative. "Alistair, have you ever been with anyone before?" Daylen's voice was tender, unworried, just a gentle query.

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Even with Daylen's gentle tone, Alistair felt himself tense slightly at the question. The answer was so simple, and yet not. No - the Chantry sisters had been very strict about purity and cleanliness and virtue. No - he and his fellow Templar recruits had fooled around in the dark of night and the corners of the barracks, but never more than fumbling hands and hot panting breaths. No - there hadn't been time or company for such things while on campaign against the Blight. No - as the first months of rebuilding and resettling the country had turned into the first years, Alistair had found his hands too full of laws to examine, towns to rebuild, and people to reassure. No - though plenty of nobles, Orlesian and Fereldan alike, had thrown their daughters (and themselves in some cases) at him, in manners both proper and licentious, he had always panicked, deferred, or simply ran away.

No - but he wanted to, oh did he want to, with lust simmering in the pit of his stomach and Daylen's gentle hands stoking the fire. Alistair finally settled for a jerky headsake and a shaky sigh.

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The tension in Alistair was easy to read and Daylen kept himself warm and languid, even while he felt this sick pit of sorrow in his stomach at the answer, caresses shifting between tender to heated and back in gentle waves. He knew how passionate, how responsive, how ardent and sensual, Alistair could be. And that he'd never had anyone he trusted enough, cared enough about, to open that door was heartbreaking.

But he was here now, with Daylen, hours after meeting him, shaking for it. Some small part of Daylen whispered loathsome things about how hungry Daylen was, how desperate, and that Alistair was only trying to meet his need, that he couldn't possibly want him. That voice was an asshole that Daylen tried to ignore.

"Talk to me," he whispered against Alistair's ear. "Tell me what you are thinking about." He kissed the top of the ear and then ran the tip of his tongue along edge, tracing the shell. "What you want. We don't have to do anything but please, please love, let me hear your voice."

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Alistair's breath hitched, and a low, soft groan escaped him as Daylen's traced the edge of his ear. He'd never known ears could be that sensitive or that pleasant. He nuzzled Daylen's neck and shoulder in response, pressing quick, soft kisses to the skin after his stubble scraped against it.

"I..." Alistair cleared his throat, and tried again. "I want to touch you. I want to be touched. I want..." He let out a shaky sigh. "You, but that is spectacularly non-specific, I know."

After a quiet moment, Alistair leaned back just a little to look up into Daylen's eyes. He ducked his head, and said, with self-conscious desire, "Your hand in my hair was...nice. More than nice."

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Daylen couldn't quite help the wry grin that Alistair's words tugged to his lips. He shook his head fondly and then ran his fingers into his hair, tugging it gently to pull his face back up before leaning in for a kiss.

It was supposed to be another soft, sweet tease. But when his parted lips met Alistair's and he let his tongue brush his lower lip he felt that zinging spark, that want that had been gone from his life so long he'd almost forgotten it. He kissed, harder than before, urging Alistair's mouth open so he could slide his tongue deeper, slick and warm and greedy.

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Soft, pleased noises was swallowed between the two as Alistair responded to the gentle tug of his hair and the ardent kiss. He met Daylen's advance with his own - parted lips, tongues stroking together, slick and hot and welcoming. Alistair's hands dropped to Daylen's waist, urging him closer, fingertips slipping just under the waistband of his bands, stroking the skin there.

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Daylen made a soft, needy noise as Alistair's hands moved to his waist, but he drew back for a moment and tugged up on the shirt covering his chest. "Do you mind?" he asked quietly ducking his head to kiss Alistair's throat, tasting the salt of his skin under his scruff, mouth moving to his pulse and pressing open-mouthed against it.

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"Oh... right." Alistair reluctantly took his hands from Daylen's waist. He tugged the ties keeping the cuffs closed about his wrists free, then, with a chuckle, had to move Daylen's face back from his neck to loose the laces at the neckline. Alistair leaned back, muscles in his torso flexing to keep his balance as he pulled his shirt up over his head. Still leaning back (muscles tense - no lazy layabout King here - his one insistence and vanity while he's been ruling Fereldan), Alistair balled up the fabric and tossed his shirt to land on top of his boots.

He missed, and glowered at the pile of fabric now pooling on the chair and slowly slipping to the floor. "Damn."

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Daylen's shifted onto his knees, resting on his heels. He watched Alistair closely, eyes flicking over his chest down to his stomach, lips parting for a moment before jerking his eyes back up to his face. There was more room between them now, and he scratched at the fresh scar on his side, wetting his lips.

Alistair had scars, sure, but apparently being king meant a good ten years of not being stabbed, clawed, bitten, or set on fire, and they were faded and sparse compared to Daylen's own harshly marked hide. His smile was wry as he reached out to run a hand lightly over Alistair's hard stomach, humming quietly. "Well that's nice."

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Alistair could almost feel Daylen's eyes on him, and he was almost tempted to show off a little. He was particularly proud of the shape that he had managed to keep himself in - if only in spite for a comment Morrigan had made all those years ago, about him going soft as king.

But when Daylen's hand touched his stomach ever so lightly, Alistair twitched backwards, laughing. "Ticklish!" He laughed, and lost his balance, falling back on the bed. "Oof!" He was sprawled out, one leg on either side of Daylen, an embarrassed grin on his face. "I'd forgotten I was ticklish. Oh does one even forget that sort of thing?"

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"Probably no one around who was tickling you regularly." Daylen shifted forward, looking at Alistair's freckled skin. He was trembling again, wanting to just... He caught Alistair's gaze, watching him carefully as he climbed up onto him.

Daylen straddled Alistair just below his waist, bearing weight on his knees, and running his hands up the broad chest, a firmer stroke, not intending to tickle this time. "Better?"

[fereldans_king]

"B-better." The word came out in a rush, his breath hitching as Daylen settles atop him. Alistair arched into the touch, a breathless, pleased nice escaping him.

Alistair's hands found their way to Daylen's hips, hesitating for a second before his fingers curled around him, his thumbs tucked in the hollow of Daylen's hipbones. He gently stroked both thumbs upwards, gauging Daylen's reaction with an intense, focused look on his face.

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The cords of muscles and tendon on Daylen's lean frame were visible, taut, like he was straining, tense. His eyes fluttered closed as Alistair's touched him, head dropping forward with a little grunt at the thumbs along his hipbones, the muscles in his stomach fluttering.

Daylen's throat worked as he swallowed, trying to keep from shifting, keep his need under control. He ran his hands out over Alistair's collarbones, up to his shoulders, then down to his biceps, fingers digging just a little over the muscles.

He knew Alistair could feel the twitches in his thighs, see the ripple of the small shudders of want running through him, but he had to be slow. Slow, slow, slow, he reminded himself.

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The muscles in Alistair's shoulders and arms tensed and relaxed, going boneless under the warmth of Daylen's hands. He stretched, just a little, to nuzzle the inside of Daylen's left arm as it settled on his bicep.

Alistair's own hands traced the lines of taunt tendons and tensed muscles along Daylen's torso - thumbs brushing hipbones and fingers eventually reach up to trace across pectoral muscles, before sliding down to caress the muscles of Daylen's thighs. Alistair peered up at Daylen, a tender smile blooming on his face.

Just above a whisper, Alistair said, "I'm not going to break, Daylen." Slightly louder, jesting, hands gently pressing against Daylen's thighs. "You aren't nearly as heavy as that mabari mutt."

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The slight tremor of a laugh rippled through Daylen and he lifted his face to smirk down at Alistair. "Well, if you're sure..." He stretched forward, shifting until he was lying atop his chest, an elbow catching his weight next to the other man's head, head tilted so he could watch Alistair's face.

"Not too heavy?" he asked with soft amusement in his eyes, dipping down to brush a tiny kiss against the lips below his. The skin contact, so much of it, their chests and stomachs pressed together helped a lot. It also made him want to shift down, rub against Alistair's hips, ease the ache that seemed to be hollowing him from the back of his throat to his groin.

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Alistair practically purred as Daylen stretched out across his chest. His hands slid upwards along the lines of Daylen's legs and up onto his back - one arm settling across Daylen's shoulders, fingers tangling in the hair at nape of his neck.

The other, after a moment of pause, settled on Daylen's ass - palm and fingers modeled to the shape in the softest of touches.

"Not too heavy at all. In fact..." Alistair arched up and pressed a warm, inviting kiss to Daylen's lips, before pulling back. "Just right."

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The scent, the tingling in his skin, the warm thrum of his magic tugging him closer, it made everywhere Alistair was touching him bloom with feverish warmth, an itching for it to be firmer, tighter, more.

Daylen chased the kiss with a soft groan, his free hand moving down Alistair's side, shifting just enough over so that his thumbnail could scrape lightly over his nipple. He kissed harder, teeth dragging over Alistair's bottom lip as he tried not to rut against him, knowing there was little the loose trousers he'd worn to bed would do to hide how hard his cock was.

[fereldans_king]

Alistair's head was full of the diffuse, warm hum that he recognized as Daylen's magic, the feeling spreading down his body to meet with the feverish stirrings of arousal slowly building. Daylen's thumbnail scraping across his nipple was like a match being struck on a barrel of oil - a shock of fire which spread quickly across his limbs, and made him moan into Daylen's mouth, hot and panting.

He resisted the urge to arch his hips up into Daylen, resisted the desire to seek more friction to fuel the fire - however, he was less good at resisting the urge to pull Daylen against him, the hands on Daylen's ass and neck tightening.

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The moan only encouraged Daylen's roaming hand to find small spots, secret sensitive places, squeezing softly, or a feather touch, or the scrape of nails, sensitizing, giving Alistair more to feel.

He arched with the pull of Alistair's hands, kiss deep and hungry, wet and open, encouraging the other man's tongue into his mouth, needy, eager noises in his throat.

Maker's balls, how he wanted. He needed to slow down again, needed to check with Alistair, make sure it was still what he wanted, and then there was the needling, eager hunger of the tension, the resonance between them, that he could deny the bond, hold it back but not if he went much further down this path.

"Bloody void, Alistair," he gasped, voice breaking, as he moved his mouth to the top of his shoulder. He bit the join of his neck, the thick muscle there. Not hard enough to mark, but enough to feel, and then lapped at the sting with his eager tongue.

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Alistair panted, gasping for air like he was drowning between slick, wet, eager open-mouthed kisses. Daylen's hands roamed across his skin and seemed to find ever spot which could have evoked a reaction from him - shivers, moans, even a needy whine escaped him as Daylen's nails scraped across his chest and down his side, catching his nipple again in the movement.

Daylen bit down on his his shoulder, and Alistair gave up all attempts to resist his impulse to grind his hips up against the man practically in his lap. The hand buried in Daylen's hair slid down to match his other hand on the man's ass, scratching his nails down Daylen's back in the process. His grip was tight enough that, for a moment, he was afraid he would leave bruises. Immediately, his touch lightened, but he could stop himself from arching his hips up against Daylen with another breathy whine.

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When Alistair's control broke, even momentarily, Daylen bit him again, a scrape of teeth over his collar bone as the nails dragged down his back. He met the arching of Alistair's hips, eager to follow the bruising-tight grip on his ass, rubbing together in a rough, frictive jerk.

The whine, oh that whine. Daylen kissed and nipped and wriggled down away from Alistair's hands and further until he was kneeling between his thighs again, hands on the laces of Alistair's breeches. He wet his lips, looking up at him through the messy fall of his shaggy hair. "Can I?" he asked roughly.

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Alistair was breathless, panting, flushed from his hairline to halfway down his chest, his pupils blown wide with desire. Having Daylen in his lap, moving with him - it was like the best parts of intoxication and adrenaline mixed together.

Daylen pulled away from Alistair's hands, and he couldn't prevent a noise of protest from leaving his lips. As Daylen settled between his legs, Alistair's eyes widen. Daylan's hands settled on the laces of his breeches, and he just barely aborted thrusting up against them. He breathed in shakily, and answered, his voice deep and rumbling in his chest. "Whatever you wish."

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Well, he wished a great many things, Daylen did. But he started with untying Alistair's breeches with fingers that felt too fat for the job. He disguised their clumsy trembling by grazing them gently over the hard length beneath them, slow teases up the inside of Alistair's thighs.

He darted continuous glances back up at Alistair, watching his face carefully, but as he peeled open his pants and dragged them down his hips, he couldn't stop his eyes from dipping down when Alistair's cock was free.

(OOC: If cock isn't your word of choice, totally let me know. :D )