RP: Daylen (NSFW Ahead)

[fereldans_king]

Alistair came awake briefly during the night (day? how was time even told around here, with no sun to mark the hours?) as something in the castle rumbled, his sense of the ambient magic in the fortress vibrating like a plucked harp string. But the bed was warm and his arms were full of a comfortable, sleeping mage. After a moment, Alistair made up his mind - he maneuvered himself and Daylen under the bed's blankets and drifted back off to sleep.

There were plenty of people out and about in Skyhold who could handle whatever problem that was. Right now, he needed to be here more than he needed to be a hero.

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[daylen_amell_fadewalk]

"Maker's breath, man." Daylen's voice broke as he watched Alistair tease him, stretching and flexing and... he cleared his breath and shook his head sharply, focusing back on the tub. He hadn't expected quite that level of invitation to leer and blood was surging lower, his skin prickling hot all over his body.

He waved an almost lazy hand, fire was his element, and the water in the tub boiled into a sudden cloud of steam, which with a little encouragement went sailing up the chimney. An easy repetition of the spell to summon ice from earlier, and he encouraged it to melt and heat along with the rune.

"Well, there you go. I'll-- Maker, you're making it really hard to leave this room." The look he turned on Alistair was one of naked hunger, and he ran fingers through his hair before forcing himself to turn away and hunt up the wash cloth he'd used earlier and wipe himself down cursorily.

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For a man who used to clank around in full plate, Alistair could occasionally be very stealthy. He snuck up behind Daylen and pressed a tender kiss to the back of the mage's neck, leaning forward to whisper, "Then you should hurry back, shouldn't you?" He was gone just as quickly, back standing next to the tub, grinning as innocently as he could, considering the circumstances.

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Daylen huffed as Alistair stole away, giving him a narrow look over his shoulder as he tugged on his clothes. "If this is the thanks I get we're going back to you hauling your own bath water," he muttered, though he was only irritated in so far as his arousal was thwarted.

He pulled on the too-large boots and set about tucking in his shirt and tugging the ties of his trousers closed, shooting frequent glances at Alistair through his eyelashes and the fringe of his hair. "It'll serve you right if I get lost and spend the next three days wandering around in the cellars. Now, enjoy your soak." He made a shooing gesture toward the tub.

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Alistair chuckled as he climbed back into the tub, the laugh turning into a pleased his at the fresh, hot water. He sprawled in the tub again, and pushed a thought of thanks and love towards Daylen. "If you're gone too long, I'll come looking for you. I promise."

Alistair closed his eyes and hummed gleefully as the warm of the water began to soak back into his bones. He called out just before Daylen walked through the door, "But do hurry back." He opened his eyes just halfway, and let all of the desire he felt building fill his gaze.

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Daylen stumbled slightly as he crossed the threshold, overwhelmed for just a moment with Alistair's existence, the push of love, the tangle of their desires for each other. He poked his head back in and asked, too innocently, "If I wanted to find some lightly scented oil... or lubricating... salve, where do you think I should look?" His eyebrow waggle was as terrible as Zevran's ever was, and he ducked back out into the hall before waiting for the answer.

He had to take hold of himself to make it down the hall, away from Alistair, each step both harder and easier. At least he had the warm knot of him in the very center of his being to hold onto, to remind himself he was real, and all was well. No more nightmares, he reminded himself. Not of that kind, anyway.

[fereldans_king]

Alistair laughed aloud at Daylen's outrageous eyebrow waggle, but the mage was gone out the door before he could actually respond. He reached out with his sense and felt where Daylen was, 'watching' him for a moment before letting go of his focus and letting his mind wander.

He luxuriated in the bath, carefully burying the momentary flash of guilt for taking advantage of Daylen's magic under a thick layer of 'He said he wanted to spoil me, and I'm going to let him, at least for a little while.'

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The castle was large and Daylen had only vagueish notions of where he was going. It turned into nearly an hour and a half of wandering and doubling back, growing ever more irritated. At one point Alistair would have noticed a sharp drop in his stomach, curiosity and sadness and dread for a moment, but it lessened quickly and before long he was growing steadily closer.

When he tapped on the door before letting himself in he was carrying a bundle of sundries and clothes, as well as rations for two occupants of the castle for two days. More hard cheese, some biscuits, a cured sausage, tea, and a handful of apples. Food didn't spoil properly in the Fade, or the Skyhold larders had spellwork that would keep things fresh for a long, long time. Daylen wasn't sure which, but he'd been thrilled at the apples.

[fereldans_king]

Alistair had tried to relax and enjoy the hot soak for as long as possible, but eventually, his self-consciousness got the best of him. When he was just beginning to turn wrinkly, Alistair abandoned the bath tub and dried himself off, throwing on a pair of pants before hauling the tub out to empty it. He used his towel to sop up the mess he'd made of the floor, and tidied the room up (including adding a little more wood to the fire to prevent it from going out), before finding himself at somewhat of a loss for what to do.

He could feel Daylen wandering the castle, soft spikes of frustration tickling the back of his mind. The sharp tang of sadness and dread rang through his head, and Alistair reached for Daylen almost instinctively, a soothing wave of concern and reassurance, before the feeling faded and he could feel the mage moving back towards their room.

Alistair raised an eyebrow at the supplies piled in Daylen's arms. "Well, someone was through in their search. What did your treasure hunt produce?"

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The rush of complicated protective devotion and want that washed through Daylen when he saw Alistair smiling at him took his breath away. He dumped his load of forage in a pile on the table and stalked over to his Voice, and wrapped a hand up into his hair and tugged him down for a long, fierce kiss.

Whatever tumult he was feeling eased as soon as their skin met again and he broke the kiss slowly, heart racing.

[fereldans_king]

Alistair had a brief moment to look surprised and he started speak ("What-?") before he was dragged down by a hand in his hair into an intense kiss. He pulled Daylen into a hug, wrapping his arms around Daylen's back and cradling his head in one hand.

Alistair pulled just enough to look Daylen in the eyes as he broke the kiss, a noe of concern in his voice. "Not that I'm complaining about the homecoming kiss, but is everything alright? You seem..." Alistair fumbled for the right word. "...Out of sorts?"

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Daylen pressed his lips to Alistair's again before answering, tender and lingering. "I saw one of the other... yous out in the courtyard. It was... weird. Really weird."

He trailed his hand over the nape of Alistair's neck, studying him intently from very close. "He seemed to be arguing with the rafters above the tavern. Scruffy. Younger. It was really unsettling."

[fereldans_king]

"Oh." Alistair looked surprised, and then slightly sad. "That was likely the...His Hero of Fereldan spared Loghain." Alistair's face took on an angry cast, as he contemplated the thought. "I can't even imagine the gall that took. How could anyone want to spare that traitor!"

He took a deep breath to calm himself, and looked down at Daylen. "I've been given the impression from talking with the others that that particular version of me is a less than happy man." Alistair gave Daylen a confused look. "Though I was not given any indication that he was anything other than mentally sound. You said he was arguing with the rafters?"

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"Well I guess he could have been arguing with someone hiding up there. He stopped and gave me this look. I don't ever want to see an expression that sout and suspicious on your face." Daylen brushed a thumb over Alistair's brow then gave him another quick kiss.

"Though if he was forced to see Loghain pardoned i can see why he'd be angry." Daylen shrugged uncomfortably. "Anyway he turned red and stomped off. Sorry if I worried you."

[fereldans_king]

"Yes, how dare you be weird-ed out at see yet another version of me." Alistair pulled Daylen in for another quick kiss, and a hug. He then gently turned Daylen around and gave him a soft push towards the bath tub. "Now, it's your turn to relax! While I devour the cheese that I see you have brought to tempt me."

Alistair dropped into the chair next to the table, and shuffled through some of the thing piled on the table until he found the knife from earlier. Then he set about constructing a ridiculous looking pair of towers of sliced apple, cheese and hard sausage.

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Daylen made a disgruntled noise at being pushed away, but there was no actual offense in him. He was mostly thoughtful as he filled the tub and heated it, his scrubbing quick and thorough.
 
When he finally noticed the ridiculous arrangement of food Alistair had constructed he snorted and bent his head to rinse the last of the soap out of his hair.

"You missed your calling as a fiddly Orlesian cook, looks like." He straightened, pushing his hair back and wringing a little water from it. The piney scent of the soap was idly comforting, the association he'd grown between it and Alistair's presence strong. "Hand me a towel would you?"

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Alistair snorted, and paused in his meticulous layering of apple, cheese, and sausage to find Daylen a dry towel. He stopped next to the tub, and laid a series of kisses on Daylen's skin, running from one shoulder, up his neck, across his cheeks and the bridge of his nose, and down the other side, grinning at Daylen between each kiss. Only then did he hand the mage the towel.

"You won't be so quick to insult my construction methods once you've actually eaten some of it. Or did you think I was going to eat both towers myself?"

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The kisses were met with a soft pleased noise, which became less pleased when Alistair stopped and finally handed Daylen the towel. He rolled his eyes and started drying his hair vigorously.

"Well i don't doubt you could eat both." He moved on to drying off his chest and arms, before wrapping the towel across his shoulders and shimmying it down his back. "But if you're willing to share, I'm happy."

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Alistair had gotten distracted watching Daylen dry himself off, and only managed to catch the tail end of Daylen's comment. With a guilt expression on his face at having been caught staring, he blushed and grinned roguishly. "Oh? Good because one of them is definitely yours."

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"If you keep doing that I'm not going to let you feed me before I start using my mouth for something else." Daylen smirked at Alistair's blush, feeling warm and pleased at the ogling. He finished with the towel and then gave it a shake and draped it over the back of the chair.

He went over to the bundle of clothes and sundries and pulled out an opaque glass jar. He unscrewed it, sniffed it with a satisfied smile, and dabbed a tiny bit onto his hands. He worked it between his palms and then smoothing it through his hair with vigorous finger-combing. The scent was clean and mildly sweet, like beeswax, with faint herbal notes of embrium and prophet's laurel.

[fereldans_king]

Alistair sputtered and blushed an even fiercer red at Daylen's teasing. Oh, but wasn't that a pleasant memory - Daylen's lips wrapped around his cock, the warm, wet of his mouth, his hands smoothing across heated skin...Alistair visibly shook himself before distracting himself from his own increasingly dirty thoughts with a slice of apple.

He looked curiously at Daylen as the man finger-combed his hair into submission. Alistair's own hair was a fluffy, gently curling mess, only briefly finger-combed after the bath and left to air dry.

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Daylen rubbed another small drop of the salve between his hands and nodded for Alistair to sit. "Here, that soap is going to leave your hair like hay." He was still naked, hands lightly slicked, smile slow and knowing as he sauntered closer to Alistair.

Once Alistair was seated he started gently rubbing the unguent through his mostly-dry hair. It was smoothing and taming, and once his hair was falling in nicer curls, Daylen made a thoughtful noise. "This mixture is so useful. Conditioning, helps ease scars. Soothes chafing. Stays slick for ages." He scraped a fingernail along the outer curve of Alistair's ear. He let his hands trail down over Alistair's neck with a slight smirk, eyelashes dipping, and then turned to move away to grab the towel and clean his hands.

He was a steady burn of lust, coiled and heated, enjoying the teasing, but his belly was fluttering in anticipation.

[fereldans_king]

Alistair followed Daylen's direction readily enough, and relaxed into the chair as Daylen's fingers combed through his hair. He made an indistinct humming noise at Daylen's comments about the usefulness of the mixture, but stiffened and trembled as Daylen's nail scrapped along the shell of his ear. It was entirely unfair that such a simple action felt like fire, like warm candle wax dripping down the inside of his skin, pooling in his groin.

Alistair reached out and grabbed Daylen about the waist, pulling him back towards him. "Really now. And I'm assuming you know this from personal experience?" Alistair pressed a gentle kiss to Daylen's torso, before nipping at the skin beneath his lips lightly."I can certainly see the effect it has on your hair. Would you care to give a demonstration of any of this mixture's other fine qualities?"

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The warmth twisted and sparked as Daylen let Alistair drag him back. He arched a little at the nip a soft noise escaping his throat. "Well, my personal experience for anything other than my hair, scrapes, and blisters is limited. But I've heard..." He smirked, bending down to run his nose alongside Alistair's breath against his lips. "That it works very well for bedroom play, especially where well-endowed men are concerned..." He flicked his eyes down to Alistair's lap, smile sly and lopsided.

He leaned back again, arching an eyebrow. "But I wouldn't want to distract from all the slicing of apples and sausage you did. Maybe food first?" His eyes were sparkling with mischief, but he was also curious, deeply so, if Alistair had a breaking point for teasing.

[fereldans_king]

Alistair growled low in his throat, a rumble of lust and possessiveness that almost seemed to surprise him. He smirked up at Daylen and pulled the mage down into his lap with a tug, holding him in place with strong arms wrapped around his waist. Alistair leaned forward slightly, and swiped one of the towers from the table, holding a layered trio of cheese, sausage and apple out temptingly before Daylen's mouth.

Alistair pressed another half dozen kisses to Daylen's shoulder and collarbone, before he said, his voice rough, "Is there a reason why we can't indulge in both?"

Alistair's inner monologue was less confident and smooth-sounding, a mixture of 'don't push your luck too far' and 'what would Zevran say?' and 'did I really just ask myself what Zevran would do in this situation?' and wanthungerdesirebitekissmine.

[daylen_amell_fadewalk]

"Maker's balls, Alistair." Daylen's own emotions surged with Alistair's, lust and want and eagerness to do whatever it was Alistair wanted with him. He nibbled biddably at the food, even as Alistair's mouth trailed against his skin. He shifted in Alistair's lap, rubbing against him, reveling in that possessive thread coming through the bond, the strength of the arm around his waist. He could push his luck quite a bit further, in Daylen's estimating.

He took another sliver of apple, chewing it slowly, eyes closed as he ground his ass into Alistair's lap. He wasn't even aware of being hungry anymore, just reveling in the hands and mouth on him, the anticipation of Alistair discovering more, pleasure and sharing, and if he was lucky, fucking Daylen into the mattress. He groaned at the thought, the spike of want nearly painful.

(OOC: Do you want to change the title of the thread so that it doesn't say "Open" and is flagged NSFW instead?)