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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"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.

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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.

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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!)

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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."

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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.

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The nervousness and embarrassment that tempered Alistair's arousal drew Daylen's concern, and when they reached the bed, he disentangled himself enough to cup Alistair's face and look at him seriously. His pupils were still blown, skin flushed and hot to the touch, and he had to swallow a few times in order to make his mind and his tongue agree on how words worked, but he got there.

"You know I'd never ask anything of you that wasn't freely given, right?" Daylen's thumbs brushed over Alistair's cheeks. "If you don't want to go further than this morning, we won't." They were going to bond regardless, he could feel the threads of magic behind his intent weaving in the complicated knot that would tie them together. It was terrifying and exhilarating and it made it hard to think, but Alistair's nerves were more important than his own want

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(OOC: *facepalm* That was supposed to be 'doing whatever it was they were going to end up doing *on the floor*" I apparently missed a couple of words.)

"No! I...I want to, Daylen. I just..." Alistair's hands covered Daylen's own, tipping his head to press tiny kisses to them. He swallowed, and dropped his voice into a whisper, "I've never had the opportunity to...with anyone. I don't know what to do. I don't want to disappoint." Alistair looked up at Daylen through his lashes with an earnest, yearning expression.

He sighed, and leaned in to press his forehead against Daylen's. "I want to try and make you feel as good as you made me feel this morning. I want to show you how amazing your magic and your emotions feels in my head. I want. But I don't know what to do."

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"You aren't going to disappoint me. I--" Daylen's throat worked and he smiled as Alistair's forehead settled against his, a blissful expression coming over him, eyes dipping closed. "What do you want to do? Because I can tell you, I want you to do everything you can think of. Probably a few things you've never heard of too." His mouth quirked at the corner and he opened his eyes, blue and close, and hazy with lust.

He ran his hands down Alistair's chest, letting them settle on his hips, and pulled him forward until their hips met. Daylen let out a soft grunt, straining up on his toes to rub his erection against Alistair's. "Sometimes I wish I was fucking taller," he groaned, one hand going to the back of his lover's neck to give him a little more leverage. "Would you lie down with me?" Kisses dropped at the corner of his mouth, up his cheekbone to his ear. "Please, love?"

(OOC: Haha, no worries, I got it after a couple of re-reads. )

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Alistair returned Daylen's half-smile with a soft smile of his own. "You say that now, and will end up laughing at me when I make some silly, beginners mistake."

He let out a soft gasp as Daylen pulled them flush together, his erection rubbing against the skin of Daylen's stomach and his cock. He trembled under Daylen's hands and kisses. When Daylen strained against him to get better leverage, pulling on his neck, Alistair growled deep in his throat. In a swift, smooth movement, he wrapped one arm under Daylen's ass and hoisted the mage up, the other hand guiding Daylen's legs to wrap around his waist.

He took a step towards the bed, pivoted on his heel, and then stand down with a thump that made the pillows at the head jump. Now Daylen was seated in Alistair's lap, and Alistair's mouth was busy pressing kisses and gentle bites across Daylen's neck, shoulders, and pectoral muscles. He growled, Daylen's collarbone in his teeth, "I want you. In whatever way you are willing to instruct me."

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There would be no mistaking the surge of arousal at being lifted in Alistair's arms. Daylen's legs went around his waist automatically, a gasp rattling in his throat at the fall to the bed. He arched under those maddening kisses, letting his head fall back, one hand on the back of Alistair's neck to anchor himself, to urge him on, to bite harder.

"Sweet Andraste, Alistair, I want you inside me but I don't, I don't think I have the patience to--" He broke off in a short whine, grinding into Alistair's lap, their cocks trapped close between them. "To make it safe." He shifted again, reaching with his free hand between their bodies and bringing their cocks flush and aligned, velvet skin gone tacky with sweat, the drag slightly stinging but unable to stop from thrusting into his hand, against Alistair's hard length.

Daylen's focus was collapsing to skin and mouths and the prickling growing awareness of Alistair as the threads of magic wove the rope between them, that could only ever be severed by death. Tears were stinging his eyes at the sensation of that festering wound at the core of him soothed and salved and mended. A tear slid from the corner of his eye, back into his hair, but it wasn't pain, or sorrow, it was relief and joy and desperate, aching pleasure.

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"Then we'll just have to prove those Grey Warden stamina rumors true later, won't we?" Alistair's chuckle at his own joke turned into a ragged moan as Daylen's hand drew their cocks tightly together and began to move. Alistair dropped one of his own hands to join Daylen, twining their fingers together and guiding their hands together with overwhelmingly pleasant friction. Alistair's other arm wrapped tightly around Daylen's back, his hand petting the man's ass possessively.

Alistair nibbled his way across Daylen's chest, and ran his teeth across a nipple, focused and alert for Daylen's reactions. If he didn't focus, Alistair was afraid that he would drown in the glorious sensations running through his body and his head, and as much as he desired his own completion, he wanted Daylen's more.

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The joke brought a buck of Daylen's hips along with a chuckle, because Maker, did he want that, to push the limits of that gift. When Alistair's joined his hand he let him guide their rhythm, the pace of their thrusts.

Everywhere he was touched, Daylen's skin felt seared, so sensitive, flayed. The hand on Alistair's neck slide into his hair when he grazed Daylen's nipple, a broken moan and a tug urging more contact, teeth or tongue, it didn't matter, even as he canted his hips back, rhythm stuttering as he sought more pressure, a harder grip, just more from that hand on his ass.

He was close, close and frantic with it, gripping and grinding down, head coming back forward to press his mouth against Alistair's ear. "Kiss me?" It was a pleading moan, both demanding and begging at the same time.