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 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.

[fereldans_king]

"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.

[fereldans_king]

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. :) )