RP: Daylen (NSFW Ahead)

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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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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.

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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.

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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."

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"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."

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"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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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"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?)

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((OOC: Done! Damn horny idiots. *grins, smushes their faces together* Well, we did try and get them out to socialize.))

"Those are definitely not attached to the Maker." Alistair blinked, and then laughed at himself, the sound quickly becoming a groan of appreciation as Daylen ground against him, every dirty, lustful thought he'd had about Daylen in the past few hours rushing right to the forefront of his mind. He arched up against the mage in his lap, pressing his thickening cock against Daylen's ass.

"All I can think about when you are nearby is how much I want you." Alistair offered another morsel of former cheese-apple-sausage tower out for Daylen, and running fingertips with fading sword calluses across the man's lips in a gentle caress.

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Daylen snorted softly at Alistair's quip, but it turned into another low groan when Alistair flexed up against him. His lips trembled as he took the food, chewing and swallowing carefully, catching the tip of Alistair's finger between his lips and sucking lightly.

"You aren't the only one who's distracted by that." He shook his head at the offer additional food, tipping Alistair's head back so that he could kiss him, just a teasing brush of his lips. "But I do wonder. What you think about? How do you want me?" He shifted again, closer, straddling Alistair's thighs but instead of letting their cocks rub together, trapped between them, he kept Alistair's trapped lower, under his seat where he could press and grind his ass against it. His own cock was hard against the other man's taut stomach.

(OOC: I know! Too much Meredith drama happening to get them any friends this week, I guess. ;))

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"I want you here, naked in my lap, your hands holding onto my shoulders and you head thrown back in ecstasy. I want you on the rug, in front of the fire, the light flickering across your skin and and my teeth leaving imprints across your back. I want you on the bed, beneath me and above me and..."

Alistair leaned forward and buried his face in Daylen's neck, laying kisses across the skin there. Overwhelmed by the possibilities and the intense desire to try and make as many of them realities as possible. He tightened his arms around Daylen and shivered.

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Daylen's pulse, racing, throbbing in his cock, was in complete agreement with all of those ideas. When Alistair buried his face in his neck though he combed his fingers through his hair, easing up in his lap, until it was a gentle, slow rut. "Well, I'm already naked in your lap, my love." He scritched along the strong neck, down his spine. "But I'll tell you what I want, if that helps?"

He slid out of Alistair's lap slowly, hands smoothing down his arms to grip his hands and pull him to his feet. "I'd love to have you inside me." He took several steps backwards, keeping his eyes on Alistair's, listening intently to the bond. "It's why I took so long hunting up that salve. So that you could stretch me enough to be able to take it without hurting." His hands were trembling and he was afraid that Alistair would find this repugnant, or distasteful. But by the void, how he ached at the idea of riding him, or being pinned underneath him.

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Alistair allowed Daylen to pull him to his feet, following on slightly shaky legs as Daylen walked them both towards the bed. He could hear the truth of Daylen's desire, that soaring, bronze war horn filling his mind, but he could also hear Daylen's fear - tinged with worry and self-consciousness.

He reached out, pulling Daylen back close to him, and drawing him in for a fierce, loving kiss - pouring his love and acceptance, his willingness to try, his stubborn desire to make things right and perfect and good for Daylen. He pulled back and whispered, "I'm willing to try, if you're willing to teach me. I don't want to hurt you."

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That kiss stole his breath and his sense for a moment, Daylen just melting into Alistair, his whole body pressed against him. He was breathing heavy and trembling when the kiss ended, and at Alistair's words he let out a soft, breathless chuckle.

"Oh love." He reached up to cup his face, closing his eyes and listening carefully to the bond as he spoke. "Is it something you've ever thought about? I'm more than thrilled you'd want to try, but if you haven't ever thought about bending a man over and fucking him, it changes how I'd approach this." He kissed Alistair again before he could answer, a quick, hard clinch, and then watched him with eyes that were naked in their love, concern, devotion to making every first time for Alistair what he wanted.