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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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.

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Alistair caught that same nipple gently in his teeth, nibbling with just the hint of teeth and soothing the bites with the flat of his tongue. The tug of Daylen's hand in his hair made him buck unexpectedly up against the man in his lap, but Alistair fought to keep the rhythm of their hands steady.

"As often as you wish." Alistair's grip on Daylen's ass tightened as he pulled him in, capturing Daylen's lips in a frantic, open-mouthed kiss. Like sweet wine, Alistair tried to drink Daylen in, possesively laying claim to the man's mouth with teeth and tongue and hot panting breaths.

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If Daylen could have climbed inside Alistair's skin he would have. In a sense he was, as the bond drew taut and settled, lighting up the darkness inside of him, and suddenly he could feel, not just Alistair's mouth and hands and the friction of his hands and their cocks, but he could feel him feel all of that too.

He broke the kiss to stare wildly at Alistair, lashes wet with tears, legs gripping hard around his waist as he froze, and then his eyes closed and he pushed across the bond for the first time. It was a nearly tactile sensation compared to the music Alistair naturally heard, like fingers inside him petting, stroking, kneading, slick with pleasure. Daylen came as he did, his whole soul open and bare for Alistair, cock pulsing over their hands, a hoarse sob in his throat as he lunged forward, burying his face in his neck.

He continued to ride and buck through his orgasm, come easing the glide of skin, everything painfully good.

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Alistair felt something slide into place, like the last piece of armor sliping into place, like a sword sliding home in its sheath. All at once, the symphony of magic in his head brightened and then mellowed, as if the room in which the troupe of musicians played had suddenly become much larger, allowing for pleasant echoes and softer nuances. Alistair gasped as he felt something gloding across his skin but from the inside - like Daylen had reached inside his chest to caress his heart with pleasure-slick hands.

Daylen came, and pleasure screamed across Alistair's nerves as the war horn reached a crescendo and Daylen's magic writhed around them. Alistair came so hard it almost hurt, with his hand clutching at Daylen's ass in a grip sure to leave bruises, and arms trembling as he tried to prevent himself and Daylen from over balancing and ending up in a messy pile on the floor.

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Daylen was a trembling boneless heap in Alistair's lap, head on his shoulder, face in his neck, trying to stop crying. He didn't cry after sex. That wasn't a thing. But there was so much in the world and it all felt so amazing it was like it didn't have anywhere else to go. His hand stroked through Alistair's hair in the back, fingers combing out the curls over his nape, enjoying the echoing aftershocks of their pleasure. It was like two mirrors pointed at each other, receding into the distance, fainter and fainter, but feeling like it was going to go on forever.

He'd forgotten how beautiful Alistair was through the bond. Warmth, deep and rich and sweet, light hot sun on cold autumn days. There were differences, subtle, but distinct. A little older, debatably wiser, but more sure of himself, he was steady, less shifting. It was wonderful. Daylen drew a shuddering breath and whispered, "Alright?" but he knew the answer.

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"More than." Alistair's voice was quiet and wavered slightly as he fought to regain his composure. After a moment, he wrapped the arm behind Daylen's back tightly around his waist and tipped them both backwards to lay out on the bed - Alistair stretched out along its length and Daylen sprawled across his chest. He let Daylen arrange himself on the bed, humming and blasking in the afterglow.

With a start, Alistair realized that his shoulder and neck were damp, and that Faylen's face was wet with tears. He went to reach up and brush that damp sadness away, and then paused to consider his damp, slick hand. After a moment, he blushed furiously and wiped his hand on the edge of the blankets, before freeing his other hand and gently wiping the tears from Daylen's face.

Concern-love-it-was-so-good-are-you... "...Okay?" For a moment, Alistair wasn't sure whether he had said the words or simply thought them, feeding them down the connection he could feel thrumming between them.

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Daylen's stretched out along Alistair's side, leg thrown over his hip and head on his shoulder. His arm was wrapped tight across his chest, and he let out another shuddering sigh at the wash of concern and nodded quickly. The soft squeeze of reassurance as he tightened his hold was echoed down the bond. "Wonderful. I just feel... a lot. More." He flushed, burying his face into Alistair's skin. "You broke my brain. In a good way."

He ran his hand soothingly down Alistair's side, fingers lingering on his hip and then stroking back up. His messy hand was still tucked against his belly and he was ignoring it for now, just needed to be close as he tried to find his equilibrium. "So, stuck with me now. Any regrets yet?" He tipped his chin to smirk at Alistair, eyes heavy-lidded.

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Alistair pressed a kiss to Daylen's temple, softly shaking his head. "Never in a thousand years could I regret this." On the last word, he reached for the bond and shoved the awe he felt at Daylen's strength and passion, the desire he'd felt with Daylen in his lap shuddering in orgasm, and the warm languor spreading through his senses like soothing balm across a soul-deep ache he'd only just recently begun to realize the depth of.

Alistair worked an arm under Daylen and around his back, pulling him close against himself, cuddling the mage with no intent to let him wander anywhere. Alistair was content to stay here, curled up with Daylen, for as long as the world would allow.

(OOC: off to bed I must go! I hope you are still having as much fun with this adorable pair as I am, despite my prolific editing errors.)

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"Mm. We'll see--" Daylen cut off as the sensations from the bond overwhelmed him again, silent with breathless wonder at this ridiculous, precious gift. He let Alistair muddle him around, more than happy to be cuddled closer, nuzzling into his chest and breathing deeply.

There were parts of his mind that were unknotting even now, relaxing as they no longer had to guard against the bleed of his magic, the hunger of demons, and as he drowsed he did so without being terrified he'd wake up an abomination. Safe, loved, sated.

The fingers tracing slow patterns on Alistair's side slowed, then stilled, and the deeply relaxed, saturated sensation of contentment, drew Daylen into sleep.

(OOC: They're so adorable. Next step: find some drama to stir up. :D Maybe start a new thread tomorrow? I'm going to be at work again foreeevvvverrr, but if you have time to toss one up I'll try to respond. :) )