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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[fereldans_king]

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?"

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"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.

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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.

[fereldans_king]

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 )

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((OOC: Nope, cock is great! I'd giggle too much if we used something else, like 'member' *snort*.))

Alistair shivered and mewled as Daylen's fingers traced up his thighs and over his cock. When the mage went to drag his pants down, Alistair lifted his hips a little to help; free of the confines of his pants and smalls, his cock sprung upwards and slapped against the muscles of his stomach.

Alistair knew he was no slouch in the size department - he'd had a few careful opportunities to compare with others during Templar training. Thicker than many, but of average length - but now he was so hard that it curved towards his stomach, aching and already damp at the tip with pre-come. Alistair looked down the length of his body at Daylen, and if anything, his blush got more intense.

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The breathless expression that Daylen shot up at Alistair was full of yearning, almost pained, but he swallowed, closed his eyes for a moment, when he reopened them his smile was almost sweet. There was just too much of a quirk at the corner of his mouth for innocence. He let his eyes drag from Alistair's face down to his cock, the soft, voiced sigh one of pleasure, satisfaction.

"See? Gorgeous."

He reached slowly with one careful hand to rest on Alistair's hip, anchoring him, and leaned forward to kiss the very root and lapped slowly upward toward the tip. Once he reached it, he looked up at Alistair again, gauging his reaction.

He wanted more than anything to make him feel good, cherished and worshipped, but Daylen was fearful of the resonance, the strange possibility of some kind of bond between them, when he knew Alistair was not prepared for what that would mean. But this... this he would relish doing while being able to hold back the intent.

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"Yes, gorgeous, the unpracticed...Maker's balls!" Alistair cursed, surging up against Daylen's hand pinning him to the bed, as he licked his way up his cock. The humming presence of Daylen's magic behind his eyes was transmuting into something bone-deep and intensely pleasant, like stepping into a hot bath. A yearning, desperate whine escaped him when Daylen stopped, and Alistair looked faintly embarrassed by the noise.

This was maddening and wonderful and overwhelming in ways Alistair had only ever imagined. He reached out to Daylen, his fingertips running tenderly across the mage's cheek and down his jaw. "You're spoiling me for anyone else." Alistair smiled encouragingly. "Don't stop."

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Daylen rubbed his face gently along Alistair's cock with one cheek while his fingers gathered under it and gave a slow, gentle pull. "Not until you tell me to," he murmured, and turned back to lap at the crown, and then close his lips around it in a wet, sucking kiss.

He took his time working down. Maker, he was rusty. He hadn't done this on anyone since that last night before the battle of Denerim, and that cock had been exactly the same, heavy and thick and perfect hitting the back of his throat. Still, he managed to work his tongue, suck in slow bobs, sinking lower each time, letting his jaw adjust as his hand kept up the same gentle rhythm where his mouth didn't reach.

He listened carefully, awareness full tuned to Alistair, the way he breathed and moved. The hand on his hip held him tight, but the thumb would soothe small circles into the skin when Daylen had to draw back before plunging back down.

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Alistair panted, soft whimpers of pleasure with every breath. He turned into a puddle of arousal every time Daylen took him farther into his mouth, and strained against Daylen's hand holding him down on every upstroke.

When Daylen's tongue laved at the edge of his cock's head, he groaned; his hands, fluttering lost for a moment, eventually settled in Daylen's hair - where Alistair desperately tried not to clutch at the man.

All the sensations - Daylen's hand on his hip, Daylen's mouth on his cock, Alistair own untutored libido, and his awareness of Daylen's magic roiling through him like an overly affection cat, rubbing against him from the inside, quickly began to overwhelm him.

He groaned, out of breath, "Wait....close..."

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Daylen pulled back long enough to look up at him, and murmur, "You don't have to hold back." He let go of Alistair's hip to close his hand over the fingers in his hair, tightening around them and encouraging him to give a tug.

This time when he moved his mouth back over Alistair he didn't try to hold him still, moaning soft encouragement whenever he flexed upwards, following even the slightly guidance from the hands in his hair. One of his own hands moved down to stroke and cup Alistair's balls, rubbing a gentle knuckle over the smooth skin just behind them, hints of pressure there, and the other hand stayed closed around the base of his cock, small, pulsing squeezes.

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Alistair was surprised at how intense the pulse of lust was that ran through him at Daylen's encouragement to wind his fingers in his hair and tug. Slowly, carefully, alert to Daylen making any sort of noise of distress, Alistair used Daylen's hair to guide him up and down his cock.

He was shaking from the effort to hold back, to not thrust into the slick, wet heat of Daylen's mouth. The mage's moans of encouragement, however, soon broke through his resistance. He thrust upwards as Daylen's hands stroked his balls, and let out a strangled groan as his ministrations.

Pleasure tore a yell from his throat as he came, arching up off the bed and curling around Daylen in his lap. His hands tightened in Daylen's hair, before he forced them open. He fell back with a thump, a boneless puddle, complete with a blissful expression on his face. In that moment, he had felt as if he could have reached out and touched the combines energies of his list and Daylen's magic. Combined with that earth-shattering orgasm, he was a nonverbal, purring mess.

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During Alistair's orgasm, Daylen was glad he was driving into his mouth, because he had to concentrate very hard on not letting whatever questing tendrils of magic that threatened to weave between them settle. There could be no bond, without intent. But it was hard, so hard, when Alistair was giving and open and wonderful.

So letting him fuck his mouth made perfect sense from that perspective. He also just liked it. He swallowed with the fluid that rushed across his tongue, letting the hands in his hair hold him in place until they released him and Alistair fell back.

Daylen stayed kneeling between his legs, panting, forehead pressed against his navel, ignoring the want, the tug that was turning to a prickling spur, that made his eyes sting. Maker, it hurt to have everything he wanted half-naked under him and not be able to reach for it. He pressed slow kisses against Alistair's stomach, taking deep, gulping breaths, trying not to let tears well up, and trying to force his own lust back.

[fereldans_king]

In a surprising show of strength for a boneless heap, Alistair hauled Daylen up from his kneeling position to one sprawled across his chest. Alistair kissed Daylen, slow but insistent, his tongue seeking out the sweet corners of Daylen's mouth unhesitatingly.

After a long (not long enough) moment, Alistair pulled back to look Daylen in the eyes. His smile was broad, his expression still blissed. Alistair's hands stroked across Daylen's exposed skin, following the same pattern Daylen's had across Alistair's - across his collarbones, up his shoulders, down his arms and then across Daylen's chest, where the gentle pad of a thumb rubbed across one nipple.

"That was...wow. I mean....wow." Alistair scattered tiny kisses all across Daylen's cheekbones and lips. He blushed, an eager expression creeping onto his face. "I hope I can reciprocate as...spectacularly."

(OOC: I should probably get some sleep, at some point tonight. But, *whines* I don't want to leave! *sigh, resigned* Continue tomorrow?)

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Daylen let Alistair draw him up to his chest again, though he shifted slightly off to one side, not as much pressure directly on top of him. He kissed him back, languid and tender, and sighed softly when it broke. His smile was sweet and genuine though as he watched Alistair's face. The ache in him worth it to keep that blissful, wonderful smile true.

At the mention of reciprocation, Daylen flushed and looked away, before murmuring, "Alistair, I want too much with you. If you do that... the bond-- you might wind up with a part of me in your mind or heart or whatever for the rest of your life. I need to get back in control." He brushed his lips against Alistair's cheek softly. "

(OOC: Yep, I'm falling asleep and have to be at work in 5 hours. Boooo. Until tomorrow! They can argue about reciprocation then. ;) )

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Alistair turned and capture Daylen's lips in another kiss before he could pull away again. He tried to pour the warmth he felt laying here with Daylen, the feeling of suddenly no longer being alone, his desire to give back just as good as he had recieved, all that untutored passion, into the kiss - to tell Daylen without putting words to the giant jumble of emotions in his head and chest.

When Alistair pulled back, he looked thoughtful and serious. "What is it like, being Bonded?" He asked quietly, as his hands continued to roam across Daylen's back and sides - slowly exploring just as Daylen had earlier.

((OOC: And I had an interview six hours from then. Yay for crazy devoted muns, boo for work!))