RP: Alistair (fereldans_king) (NSFW content down the thread)

[daylen_amell_fadewalk]

The day had dragged on, colder and bleaker and emptier, and every instinct Daylen had told him to find Alistair again. Stubbornness kept him from doing so.

It wasn't until after he'd awoken from a nap with a strangled shout in an armchair in the library window that he'd returned to the room they'd spent the night.

He opened the door too hard, sweat wet on his forehead, panting from having run halfway there. He stepped in, noticed the tub was emptied, things were tidied, the bed was made, all of those things but the man himself? Not.

Idiot. Daylen knuckled his forehead, closing his eyes and listening to the pull, the tug inside him. He was nearby at least and he could follow it if he could settle himself down enough. Which was hard with the images of the demons toying with Alistair flashing behind his eyelids.

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[fereldans_king]

"We will handle that when we come to it, Daylen. Based on some of the theories that have come about from the Inquisition's Arcanist, and the Inquistor herself, I'm certain there will be time to discuss and make decisions." Alistair's voice was firm, determined, with a hint of his bullheaded stubbornness to back it up. He raised a hand, and reached out, very slowly and gently, to cup Daylen's cheek in his palm.

The symphony in Alistair's head roared to full volume, and he resisted the urge to close his eyes and examine every nuance of the sounds reverberating through his head. "I have been too alone to be frightened of loneliness....and to be anything but desirous of your love and companionship."

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The hand on his cheek made Daylen dizzy in the best way, the relief of touch, of touching his Voice, of Alistair reaching for him, all swirling in a giddy tingle. His eyes dipped closed for a moment, hoping that Alistair could feel all his hope above the worry. Certainly he would still worry, and probably grouse, but in the face of the other man's stubbornness, the determination and the confidence, well it was also possible to hope.

He looked up from under his brows as Alistair spoke, the corner of his mouth quirking wryly. "Love, huh?" His casual tone was a poor mask for the sudden, blistering heat in him, the want, the completely unfamiliar sensation of joy.

He reached up and rested his hand against Alistair's chest, fingers curled lightly into the fabric of his shirt. "There isn't any world in which I wouldn't love you, you know?"

[fereldans_king]

Hope, it seemed, was the high clarion call of a Chantry bell, and joy the firey, victorious sound of a war horn. Alistair's head was filled with glorious noise, and he leaned into the touch of Daylen's hand. If this was the price he would pay having this stubborn, handsome, passionate man by his side, he would gladly pay it ten times over.

"Is there ever a world where I deserve such a gift?" Alistair smiled, and settled his other hand on top of Daylen's, giving it a soft squeeze. After a moment, he grinned, and raised an eyebrow, "Have we had enough announcements of trust and devotion yet?"

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The roll of Daylen's eyes was expressive as he snorted his amusement at that last comment. "You ass," he said sweetly, shaking his head. "I see how this is: you've talked me round, romance is over, now off to ravish each other, hmm?"

He reached up his free hand to brush his fingers through the hair at Alistair's temple, pushing the curls back over his ear. He wasn't hesitant to close the distance between them, to take a kiss, he was enjoying the tension, the suspension of desire, letting it stretch and pull.

His thumb brushed below Alistair's ear and he added, "And you deserve so much more than you've been given."

[fereldans_king]

"More honestly, I was wondering if I would have to divine further reasons to talk you round." Alistair's grin, if anything, got wider - he nuzzled the hand that brushed through his hair, shivering slightly at the gentle touches. There was a faint blush to his face as he said, "Though I wouldn't object..."

Alistair moved the hand that had cupped Daylen's face to the back of Daylen's neck, carding fingers through his hair. "And you deserve better than what you were dealt. I guess that we will have to make it up to each other."

(OOC: so, I need to head to bed - obnoxiously early morning. I should be home again around 2pm your time, but hopefully I'll catch some time to respond. *grin* yay for stubborn idiots!)

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Daylen arched his neck as Alistair's hand moved into his hair and he hummed softly, his smirk blooming into a small grin as Alistair blushed. "You were very convincing with the talking me round." The hand on Alistair's chest slipped up to his shoulder and he closed a little more distance between them, chest brushing the broader one before him.

"You could start with making it up by kissing me." Daylen lifted his eyebrows, all innocent query. "I mean, if you wanted."

(OOC: Sounds good. I should have an early night as well. Oh these bozos. *smushes their faces together*)

[fereldans_king]

"Oh, I do want." Alistair closed the final distance between them, pulling Daylen flush against his chest and claiming his lips in a kiss.

It started out chaste, just the gentle press of lips, but it didn't stay that way for long. Alistair nipped at Daylen's lower lip, and then soothed it with a careful swip of his tongue, the action nearly begging Daylen to part his lips and let Alistair claim his mouth.

All the while, Alistair focused on showing Daylen his desire for the man - he pushed the feeling of all the moments where he had had to stop what he'd been doing and adjust himself in the past few hours due to memories of what they had done, pushed how amazing Daylen looked even when he was flushed and angry.

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The sensations of being pressed against Alistair, the relief of that, combined with the kiss and the heated push of the other man's emotions were overwhelming. Daylen was swept up in it, mouth opening, yielding and eager.

He'd walked away frustrated and afraid that morning but now his want was everywhere, coiled low in his gut and in the slick, demanding slide of his tongue. Arms slid around Alistair's neck, hugging him tightly as Daylen drew up on his toes, rubbing his body against him in a slow grind. There was a glimmer of possessiveness in him now, along with all the hunger.

[fereldans_king]

Alistair growled into the kiss as Daylen melted in his arms. His hands dropped from Daylen's shoulders to run down the man's back, tracing the lines of Daylen's muscles. When Alistair reached Daylen's waist, he gave into the impulse to grab Daylen's ass, lifting the man almost off his feet as he pulled him against him.

Alistair pulled away slightly to pant, already breathing hard, his face flushed. He grinned broadly, filled with pride and giddy happiness and lust.

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Daylen's pupils were wide and dark in his blue eyes as he tried to catch his breath, trying to frown at the interruption, but Alistair's grin was too adorable to grump at. He pressed his forehead against the other man's neck, just below his ear.

"You're too good at that. For someone who hasn't had anyone to practice on before." One of his hands remained light on the back of Alistair's neck, threading through the fine hairs there, while the other traveled down Alistair's arm to squeeze over the hand on his ass. He made an appreciative noise, nuzzling in closer.

[fereldans_king]

"Really? I mean, I was certainly enjoying it, and you seemed to be enjoying it but I didn't want to assume..." Alistair cut himself off to prevent a torrent of giddy babble from ruining the moment. He nuzzled back, running his cheek over Daylen's soft, thick hair. "I'm glad that I'm not awful, at least.

Alisatir loosened his grip on Daylen's ass so that the mage wasn't pulled so off-balance, but he kept his hands right where they were. He laid tiny kisses in a line from the crown of Daylen's head to the edge of his shirt collar, as his thumbs caressed the sides of Daylen's ass and hips.

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"Far, far from awful." Daylen's voice was a little gravelly as he tried to find a balance between the sweet kisses and the broad hands on his haunches. And the fact they were in the garden. There were other people in Skyhold. What if someone wandered by and saw him practically grinding on Ferelden's king?

He honestly wasn't sure he cared.

"Do you-- ah." The kiss at the edge of his collar grazed the sensitive spot near Daylen's collarbone and his breath hitched in his throat. He tilted his head back. "You're making it really hard to think." His ability to form coherent thoughts was actually depleting rapidly. Now that they were back in proximity and he'd given up resisting, all he wanted (and he really, really wanted) was all that lovely skin, freckled and warm, pressed up against him without so much blighted clothing in the way.

[fereldans_king]

Alistair grinned mischievously, leaned in, and began a line of kisses that ran from behind Daylen's ear down to the laces of his shirt and back up the other side, pausing to lay additional teasing kisses on any spot that made Daylen's breath hitch and the song in Alistair's head brightened.

"Is that such a bad thing?" Alistair breathed lightly on Daylen's neck, and after a moment wearing a considering expression, very gently bit down.

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"No it's not ba-aahh!" Daylen's gave a soft yelp at the bite, but it was only surprise, and his inability to filter his reponse. The teeth scraping his skin, Alistair's hands and scent and warmth, were all there were and his fingers wound tighter into Alistair's hair, nails scraping gently against his scalp.

He shifted, rocking his hips forward, chasing contact, to ease the ache that was building. "Void take me," he whispered hoarsely. "I-- you are-- I need..." It was apparently his turn to turn inarticulate and half-feral with lust.

[fereldans_king]

Alistair chuckled, a heated, roughened laugh which quickly turned into a pleased groan as Daylen's grip on his hair hair tightened. It was unfair, he thought through the haze of pleasant feelings, that something which so often felt awful in the throes of combat, became something very different in the throes of desire.

"You need what, Daylen? Talk to me. Please love, let me hear your voice." Some thing in Alistair's head was very satisfied to have turned Daylen's words back upon him. Of course, it was mostly buried under the jumbled music within Alistair's head. He sighed, and pulled Daylen into tight hug, flush against him. He whispered, "I wish you could hear how beautiful you sound to me."

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"I feel like I'm crawling out of my blighted skin," Daylen grunted, hoarse against Alistair's ear, as he hugged him back, tight, up around the taller man's neck, back on his toes. "Can we-- do you mind if we go back to the-- our room? I want to be able to touch you. Taste you."

The thought that Alistair was swimming in some version of his own emotions but that he didn't have access, couldn't claim the same, was driving him mad. He nipped at Alistair's earlobe, a tiny scrape of his teeth, and then drew back to look at him, blush fitful in his cheeks, the tops of his ears.

[fereldans_king]

Alistair's breath hitched as Daylen's teeth scrapped against his earlobe. When Daylen pulled back, it was obvious that Alistair was just as badly affected - pupils blown wide with arousal, his breaths coming in jagged pants, his pants beginning to get uncomfortably tight.

Alistair nodded, jerkily, not really wanting to let go of Daylen long enough for them to get out the garden...though the idea of someone walking in and seeing Daylen in the flushed, bothered state before him (he had done that! some part of him crowed in pride) made a tiny thread of possessiveness curl in his stomach.

Alistair looked Daylen up and down with an analyzing eye, and then say, "Hold still for a moment." before sweeping in and picking Daylen up bridal style and beginning to walk back towards the room.

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Being picked up was not what Daylen expected. He sputtered, slapping Alistair on the chest and squirming before subsiding with a tiny grumble that couldn't quite disguise the blush and the smirk.

"You came along very nicely, by the way." The young man he'd known during the blight had been extremely fit, but there was still that half-starved rawboned lank to him. Daylen himself had been scrawny and still an inch shy of his full height. "Very strapping."

He tilted his head and went back to nibbling on Alistair's ear, spanning his hand over the opposite shoulder, splaying his fingers, just appreciating the bulk of his mucles, the breadth of his build.

[fereldans_king]

Alistair, no longer half-starved and constantly stressed by nightmares of the Archdemon, had flourished in the days after the blight. He remembered the royal seamstress complaining that she wasn't able to keep up with the extra height and muscle he'd put on in the year or so following his coronation. He'd almost crowed in excitement when he realized he'd been several inches closer to looking Sten in the face. But he'd never had someone compliment him for the change in his stature. "You think? I just got yelled at for outgrowing all my clothes..."

Alistair almost missed a step as Daylen continued to nibble at his earlobe. He grumbled goodheartedly, his face flushed. "If you're not careful, I'll drop you by accident...or run us into a doorway. And wouldn't that be an embarrassing situation."

Luckily, the trip back to the room was a short one (at least, with Alistair quick-walking it was).

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"I think you know what I think." Daylen's breath was hot on Alistair's skin as he grinned. Not that he wanted to be dropped, but he couldn't help it. Watching him discover all these sensations was pleasure in itself, but it would better if he could feel it. Maker, he was a fool, first for running off, and now for enjoying being carried around. The first he'd already done what he could to mend, and the second... well he'd wallow in the pleasure of it, and let Alistair appreciate for himself his own strength.

When they reached the room he drew Alistair into a kiss, mouth hard and needy on his, before he set him down. He drew back enough to whisper, "Maker, how I want you, Alistair." It was like burning in him, making his magic hum and reach, his skin radiating a drugging warmth.

[fereldans_king]

Alistair growled into the kiss, kissing back just as hard. He was practically drowning in the sound of the fiery war horn that was Daylen's desire, and he only wanted more. His voice rasped as he spoke, "I can tell, Daylen. Dear Maker, I can feel it."

Alistair set Daylen on his feet reluctantly, one hand still caressing Daylen's shoulder and side as the other reached to open the door. He fumbled with the handle, before it finally clicked, and he shoved the door open with one, dragging Daylen into the room after him with a hand wrapped around Daylen's wrist.

Once inside the room, however, Alistair hesitated. He knew he wanted, he even knew (somewhat) what might be the next step, and yet...

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The certainty of Alistair's movements, the delirious novelty of being manhandled by him, was making Daylen boneless, pliant, as he followed the grip on his wrist. He was ready to follow wherever Alistair led, but when he hesitated Daylen shook his head to clear it. Confidence, pride, a self-assurance that came from a decade of authority were frenetically attractive, but Alistair had never had a lover before...

Daylen stepped closer, smile smokey and warm. His eyes were a little glazed, sure, but they were gentle, encouraging. "You're so damn handsome." He raised his free hand to brush Alistair's cheek, thumb tracing his lower lip. "And I love you." He swallowed, feeling his throat thicken, caught for a moment in the doubling of memory and time, but his want was here, and it was now, and it was this man, not a memory. "And I'm yours." He sighed softly, said it again, huskier this time, "Alistair, I am yours."

[fereldans_king]

Alistair caught Daylen's hand as it traced his lips, and pressed kisses to his fingertips, his knuckles, and the soft skin of his wrist. "You say that you are mine, but I find that I am at your mercy. And that I am quite happy to be in such a state. I say with no small amount of certainty that I am as lost in your eyes as I am in love with you."

And he was, truly. Daylen was incredibly attractive, incredibly passionate, just....incredible. Alistair found, after a moment of thought, that he would quite happily walk by Daylen's side....especially if it led to places like this.

Alistair glanced around the room (thank the Maker, one of them had closed the door!), and his eyes landed on the bed. An expression of nervous excitement and desire spread across his face, and yet he still hesitated - stuck in the loop of being unsure about the next step and yet wanting to rush into it.

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Nothing ventured, nothing gained. Daylen had a reckless streak to go with his temper, but there wasn't so very much at risk here if he was willing to be bold. Boldish. Inviting. Tempting maybe? He stepped away from Alistair and toed off the too-large replacement boots. He then unlaced the shirt at the throat and shucked it up over his head and tossed it at the chair.

He walked toward the bed, a loose-jointed stroll, hands tugging open the belt, untying the drawstrings. He cast a glance over his shoulder, eyebrow lifted at Alistair and smile so, so sweet. He felt raw without those hands still on him, skin nearly twitching with it, that want to be bonded with his Voice deep and clear and making every step away nearly painful.

He paused with his thumbs hooked in the waistband of the pants and glanced down before looking back up at Alistair. "These off too?" he asked quietly, offering anything that Alistair wanted, anything he was comfortable with. He could see the desire, had felt it when Alistair pushed it forward, he knew he wanted but if he wasn't ready for more than they'd done this morning, Daylen would do that.

[fereldans_king]

Alistair let Daylen move away with a soft sound of protest, which died on his lips as he watched Daylen shuck first his boots, then his shirt. Alistair's hunger burned in his chest, and he uncocnciously licked his lips as Daylen teased, just one small request from being as exposed (if not more) as he had been this morning in thee that was so close by.

Alistair tried to form words, but only managed a strangled, desperate noise the first time he tried. He cleared his throat, sheepish, and simply nodded sharply. He strode forward, closing the distance between Daylen and himself, his own hands fumbling with the laces of his shirt (why had he even bothered to tie them?). He stopped just within arm's reach, drinking in the sight of Daylen's sacred skin and lean muscles, and finally managed to untangle hisself from his own shirt with a grunt of triumph (the shirt ended up on the floor somewhere behind him).