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

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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]

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.

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"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.

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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."

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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.

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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).

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At the nod, Daylen dropped his eyes, a slight flush on his cheeks and finished unlacing the trousers and the smalls underneath. He blushed darker as he slipped the clothes easily off narrow hips, pushing all of it straight down to his feet and stepping free. At least that was one good thing about clothes that were too large. Came right off, without hardly trying.

The grunt of Alistair's triumph made him smirk as he looked over his shoulder, and mouth going dry at the sight of the man's torso again. Maker, he was... blessed. He hadn't thought that a single time since the light had gone out of the world atop Fort Drakon, but now... his heart hurt with it. He reached out, running his hand lightly down Alistair's flank. "You are-- I'm going to have to think of new superlatives. If I just say handsome and gorgeous over and over again you'll get bored."

Daylen himself was a sight, naked. More scars, here and there. One large bite mark spanning his lower thigh that looked like it was lucky to have not taken the leg. He wasn't so well-endowed as Alistair, but his cock was heavy, flushed and dark, with a dark trail of fine hair down his abdomen. Lean and defined, it was easy to see his muscles flex and tense as he shifted his weight. He dropped his hand away from Alistair's side, ran it up his own length, just a soft, self-conscious brush of skin.

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"It might be a bit vain, but I don't I will ever tire of hearing your say how gorgeous I apparently am." Alistair reached out, the barest brush of fingertips across the varied scars he found on Daylen's skin. Some he recognized - here, the slice of a short sword's blade; there, the claws of some beast. Others, he wasn't so sure of the origin - and the bite mark on Daylen's leg was its own mystery. Even more distracting than the scars was the fact that Daylen was standing in front of him directly, naked and desirable and obvious interested.

"Just like I think you will have to put up with me telling you how extraordinarily lucky I have to have such a desirable man wanting to be with me, of all people." Alistair managed to toe off his own boots, and paused in the unlacing of his own pants to ask softly, a gentle tease, "And should these go as well?"

(OOC: alas, I need to head to bed soon - I'll try to post a reply in the morning before work, or during a work break at some point during the day.)

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"You of all people. It isn't sarcastic when you think about it." Daylen bobbed his head slightly to the right, smiling, eyes fluttering at Alistair's gentle touches. "You, out of all people, are the only one."

He wet his lips at the question and nodded. "Oh yes. I mean, if it isn't any trouble." Daylen turned toward Alistair, stepping behind him to kiss him gently between his shoulderblades, lower down his spine, hands definitely helping slide the pants off over his ass.

(OOC: No worries at all. Bed for me too. Tomorrow work is going to be a little nuts for me, so might not be able to rep until I get home. ~8 your time. Gnight!)

[fereldans_king]

Alistair shivered as Daylen laud kisses against his back, and at a second pair of hands helping undress him. Unlike Daylen, he couldn't just push his pants down and have the slide to the floor; eventually, he had to bend over and free his calves, blushing an impressive red from the tips of his ears on down his chest as he realized what a sight he must make for Daylen.

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It was a view Daylen was never, ever going to complain about. He let his hands smooth over and squeeze Alistair's ass gently. Then he went down on a knee to help Alistair get his feet free. Having seen a version of Alistair fall over in his haste to undress before, he wanted to spare him that indignity.

Once the pants were cast aside as well, he stayed there for a moment, running his fingers gently up the back of his strong legs, then stood up and slid under one of Alistair's arms to press himself fully against his side, arms tight around his waist.

That much skin contact made Daylen nearly feverish and he pushed his face into the hollow of Alistair's throat with a low moan.

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Alistair squeaked as Daylen's hands squeezed his ass - more a sound of surprise than of protest. And he shivered as those same hands ran over the sensitive skin on the backs of his legs. When Daylen straightened and curled himself against Alistair's side, Alistair had no problem wrapping his arms around Daylen's shoulders, pulling the man as close as skin could possibly allow.

He ran his fingers gently across Daylen's shoulders, and through his hair, pausing to trace the shell of Daylen's ear to see if the mage took as much pleasure from something like that as he had discovered he did. Alistair wanted to catalog every pleased sound - every gasp, every sigh, every moan - he could cause Daylen to make.

After a moment of exploration, Alistair pressed a heated kiss against Daylen's lips and said, "Where to from here, love?"

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Daylen's ability to form words and make decisions was rapidly becoming compromised by the caressing wandering hands. He kissed Alistair back, mouth demanding. He made a vaguely indignant noise when the kiss ended, looking up dazed, lips parted. He arched, rubbing against the outer line of Alistair's hip.

"Bed." He lapped and then bit into the tender skin over his collarbone. "Or floor. Not picky. I need you to touch me." He wasn't holding back the part of him that was seeking his Voice, letting it drive his desire to have, to be had. "Please, please don't let go."

[fereldans_king]

Alistair could feel Daylen's magic reaching out, the melodies of Daylen's emotions (lustdesirelovewant) in his head intertwining with the humming vibration of positive-aligned magic. He reached out to meet it as best he could, replying with his own desirehopelovenervous emotions.

Alistair made an indignant noise as the idea of the two men...doing whatever it was they were going to end up doing. Something resembling Zevran's voice whispered the word 'fornicating' in the back of his head, and caused Alistair to bury his face in Daylen's hair in self-imposed embarrassment.

"I wouldn't let go for the world, Daylen." Finally figuring out where his feet were, he began trying to steer them both towards the bed.