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.

Comments

[daylen_amell_fadewalk]

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. ;))

[fereldans_king]

"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.

[daylen_amell_fadewalk]

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.

[fereldans_king]

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."

[daylen_amell_fadewalk]

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.

[fereldans_king]

"I...No. I haven't ever really...not with anyone." Alistair wanted, with more intensity than he'd ever wanted before - even as a teenager, easily aroused by an inconvenient wind, or as a younger man, surrounded by half-naked witches and leering Antivan elves. But he'd never considered taking Zevran up on his licentious offers, too embarrassed by his own lack of knowledge and skill and too aware that Zevran had been making unrequited eyes at Cousland every opportunity he had. And since those days, he'd been too busy trying to learn how to run a country and running the country at the same time.

Alistair stuttered out, "I know generally how it works, but..." and stopped, his discomposure turning him pink with a faint blush.

[daylen_amell_fadewalk]

"Darling man." Daylen's throat felt thick, as he pulled Alistair close and kissed him, slow and lingering, tongue teasing at his lips, slipping inside, slick and warm, every sinew and spark of him liquid with wanting to cherish him. "I didn't mean to make this uncomfortable for you." He trailed the kisses to his jawline, down his throat, ignoring the sting in his eyes, knowing that Alistair wasn't angry, but just feeling wretched he'd made him embarrassed.

He kissed down to his chest, mouth brushing over the left nipple, and then sat down on the edge of the bed, hands pulling Alistair closer by the hips. He smirked up at him, eyes over-bright, and murmured,"Forgive me?" before lowering his mouth to kiss the tip of Alistair's cock.

[fereldans_king]

"No, it's fine, I just...I wish I was more..." A gasp cut off Alistair's ramble as Daylen's lips brushed against the head of his cock. Unconsciously, his hips jerk forward, seeking more of that delicious touch. His hands settled on Daylen's shoulders, one hand sweeping up to cup Daylen's cheek in a gentle caress.

Alistair looked down at Daylen and swallowed visibly, his eyes dark with arousal. He cleared his throat and said, in a warm, enticing voice, "I wouldn't object to more of that."

[daylen_amell_fadewalk]

"You're perfect." Daylen kissed in a tender line down the vein, small swipes of his tongue at random intervals. He nuzzled gently at the soft skin over Alistair's balls and then licked a broad wrote stripe back to the tip with the hot flat of his tongue.

He turned his eyes back up to Alistair as he slid his lips over the crown and gently sucked, tongue flexing against the slit. His hands circled to Alistair's ass, one squeezing and kneading, while the other trailed along the sensitive crease at the top of his thigh.

He felt almost covetous, shuddering pleasure at the taste of Alistair's skin, drinking in the sensations second hand, finding exactly what would unhinge Alistair.

(OOC : I'm becoming a real champ at smut rping while at work. *snorts*)

[fereldans_king]

((OOC: Trust me, you're in good company. *furtively hides the screen from their coworkers*))

"I'd say...'no, you are' but...that would be...childish." Alistair panted, Daylen's hands and mouth drawing soft groans and panting breaths from him with ease. The hot, wet slide of Daylen's tongue across the head of his cock, dipping into the slit, and the gentle suction was overwhelmingly pleasant. With great effort, Alistair held himself back from bucking up into Daylen's mouth, pressing back against the hands on his ass.

[daylen_amell_fadewalk]

Daylen's tracing fingers trailed up the crack of Alistair's ass while his other hand gripped harder at the muscle, mouth widening as Alistair slid in further. He took him slowly-slowly, down an inch at a time, occasionally bobbing up again to wet his lips with the saliva slicking the hard flesh.

His hand left Alistair's ass momentarily to take his wrist and slide his hand into the soft, damp mop of Daylen's hair. He hummed, a low rumble deep in his throat as he did so, timing it with Alistair's cock hitting the back of his tongue, back off, then sinking deeper, mouth straining around the thick base. He swallowed once eyes flicking up to Alistair's face again as he did so.

[fereldans_king]

Daylen's mouth was like warm, wet velvet around his cock, and Alistair moaned, "Maker's breath, Daylen, how do you even..." His voice cut off with a whine as Daylen took him into his throat, Alistair's hand clenching into a fist in Daylen's hair. He forced himself to loosen his grip, to hold onto Daylen gently, but it was obviously difficult for him to think.

With a much gentler hand, Alistair tugged Daylen back, giving him a moment to breath. "I will not last very long if you keep that up, and then we'll be in the exact same position we were last time, with me feeling guilty about not having done anything for you."

[daylen_amell_fadewalk]

The tight grip on Daylen's hair made him work his throat and tongue more feverishly, but he let the gentler touch draw him back with a disappointed grunt. He nuzzled into the groove of Alistair's hip, panting as he spoke, stubble a light rasp, lips wet against his skin.

"I wouldn't let you last time. This time, you can do whatever you want." He looked up, eyes feverish and full of need. "I'm yours." He smiled, pressing slow, lingering kisses to Alistair's hipbone, along the taut plains of his abdominal muscles, to his navel. "Besides, we still have that Grey Warden stamina to test."

[fereldans_king]

Alistair's expression was torn - he was practically trembling with the desire to drag Daylen's mouth back down on to him, his cock flushed a deep ruddy color and beginning to drip with pre-cum. And the kisses that Daylen was pressing to his skin, pleasant caresses which made his abdominal muscles jump and his cock twitch, where not helping him resist the urge.

Alistair growled, frustrated and very aroused. "I want you. I want to see that ecstatic expression again as you orgasm, because of me. Because I gave you that pleasure."

[daylen_amell_fadewalk]

The line of Daylen's throat pressed against Alistair's cock as he continued kissing his stomach, the head nudging under his chin. At Alistair's growl he swallowed audibly, and then whispered, "That certainly doesn't sound bad."

He drew back enough to look up at Alistair, corner of his mouth quirking as his want smoldered, coiled tight from refracting with Alistair's through the bond. His cock was also beading, untouched. "Do you want me to lie back so you can touch me?" He was breathless and despite the question he licked the tip of Alistair's cock, not releasing his hips, a gutteral, greedy noise in his throat.

[fereldans_king]

Another frustrated growl, the sound of a hunter caught between two possible trails, a lion baited in two directions. Alistair crowded into Daylen's space, scooping him up by the hips with one arm and pushing them both full onto the bed. They ended up sprawled across the bed, Alistair between Daylen's knees, holding himself above the mage with one flexed arm. His other hand trailed down Daylen's side, ran gentle fingers across Daylen's stomach, and wrapped around the base of Daylen's cock, stroking upwards.

"Touch you...kiss you...leave marks on you." Alistair leaned down and stole a hot, wet, open-mouthed kiss before nipping Daylen's lower lip.

[daylen_amell_fadewalk]

The noise of surprise at being scooped melted into an immediate whine of need. The strength in Alistair's arms, his sudden certain movement, made Daylen's cock twitch in Alistair's hand, even as he bucked against him. "Oh, please, yes." He ran a hand into Alistair's hair, pulling him closer, his mouth open and eager.

He flexed his hips, grinding upwards, while his free hand dug into the strong curve of Alistair's ass. He licked into Alistair's mouth and arched his back, before letting his head fall back onto the bed. His lips moved in whispers, ragged and hoarse, "Please don't stop touching me."

[fereldans_king]

Alistair laid kisses in ever widening spirals across Daylen's cheeks, neck, and upper shoulders, pausing only to nibble on Daylen's neck and the large muscle at the bend of his shoulder. All the while, he held Daylen's cock in the palm of his hand, fingers wrapped around the shaft, stroked with smooth motions of his wrist, fingertips ghosting across the ridge of the head - just as he would have handled himself if he wanted to slow down and enjoy the experience.

Alistair's voice was rough, rumbling in his chest as he spoke. "You said you wanted me inside you. How? Tell me how, Daylen love, let me repay that pleasure you've given me."

[daylen_amell_fadewalk]

The touch on his cock, the steady, lingering stroke, not driving, more coaxing, was making Daylen twist with mad heat, his skin flushed and hot to the touch. He hissed at the nibbles on his neck and that turned into sudden hoarse keen when Alistair spoke.

"Yes, yes. Fuck." He lifted his head to press it against Alistair's hair, breathing in a shaky groan at the next stroke on his twitching cock. "Okay. That jar, I left it on the table." He bucked his hips into Alistair's hand, or tried, but the weight of the larger men didn't allow for much motion. "Going to want that."

[fereldans_king]

Alistair stole another heated, possessive kiss, his tongue brushing again Daylen's in a slow, sweet glide, swallowing down Daylen's noises like water. Only after he had drunk his fill, did Alistair slowly, reluctantly, pull away from Daylen, scoot down the bed and stand, wobbling on trembling legs.

He crossed the room, swiped the jar of salve from the table, and clamored back on the bed in three quick movements, settling back into place pinning Daylen to the bed with his weight. He dropped the jar into one of Daylen's hands, and began to lay kisses across Daylen's chest, stopping to very gently scrape his nails across the man's pectoral muscles, catching lightly on first one nipple, and then the other.

"Jar obtained." Alistair nuzzled the muscles of Daylen's stomach, sliding backwards until he was eye level with Daylen's cock. He cocked an eyebrow up at Daylen, a patient, waiting expression on his face. "Next?"

[daylen_amell_fadewalk]

When Alistair broke that maddening kiss Daylen had to ball his fists against his eyes to keep from chasing after him, and he gave a start when the bed shifted and the warm weight settled back against him. He looked up, taking the jar, and then gasped as Alistair's nails found his chest, twitching and arching his back.

Looking at Alistair settled between his legs, Daylen swallowed, the endless tide of directionless gratitude that he had found this man swelling up in him. And with his mouth kiss-reddened and hair touseled, he looked like sin next to Daylen's cock.

He wet his lips, trying to focus. It had been a long time, but Daylen could do this. He wasn't going to pop off just from the thought of Alistair's fingers inside him.

He opened the jar and set it on his stomach, holding it with one hand while the other reached to comb through Alistair's hair. "If- if you want I can do this part. But, a finger, slicked, inside my ass would be the next step. Yours, if you want, but I can, you just have to move a little so I can reach..." There was no doubt about what he'd prefer, Alistair's hands, sword calloused, bigger, him.

[fereldans_king]

Alistair leaned his head into the touch of Daylen's hand, his eyes sliding half closed at the gentle caress. He pressed an open-mouthed kiss to Daylen's hip as he reached up to the jar and gathered a dollop of the salve on his fingers. He spread it generously across the first two fingers of his hand, and gently trailed the back of his hand in a caress down Daylen's stomach, the crease of his thigh, and under his balls. His fingers nudged gently against Daylen's perineum, and slick, slightly trembling fingertips rubbed a tender circle over soft, sensitive flesh.

"Slowly, yes?" He said, concern and nervous excitement and love coloring his emotions and his voice.

[daylen_amell_fadewalk]

The sensation of just Alistair's trailing fingers made Daylen's heart stutter and his cock twitch against his stomach. He nodded jerkily at the question, anticipation and pleasure washing through him. "Please," he begged again, not for slowly, just for him to start. He had no fear that Alistair would hurt him. The bond between them was too open for that. He tried to relax the tension in his spine, in his stomach, to be pliant as that first finger circled and pressed.

[fereldans_king]

((OOC:hey, just a heads up, I'mm going to be spotty until sunday afternoon. Sorry!))

[daylen_amell_fadewalk]

(OOC: No worries! Enjoy your weekend!)