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

[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]

Alistair's hand was gentle, a single slick fingers pressing in slowly, a careful caress of the soft skin and tense muscle. Alistair's eyes were open and focused on Daylen's face, on high alert for any signs of discomfort or pain. His free hand glided up Daylen's side and took his hand, intertwining their fingers.

[daylen_amell_fadewalk]

When the finger had pushed past the tighter ring, Daylen was gripping silk heat inside. He groaned at the sensation of being opened, tightening his hand in Alistair's, rocking his hips to press further onto his finger.

Once he had pressed deep, Daylen said hoarsely. "Okay, yes. Fuck. Right? Now, fuck me with your finger, slow, steady... get more slick if you feel any drag." His eyes opened to meet Alistair's, pupils blown. "There's a spot in there if you crook your finger a little, a little bump. That's... that's going to make me scream. In a good way. So, just be ready for that."

[fereldans_king]

Hot wet silky muscle gripping his finger, trying to pull more of his finger in with every movement. Alistair looked from Daylen's face to his hand and back, and let out soft sigh of amazement. Slow, steady, just as Daylen instructed, Alistair slid his finger smoothly out and back into the clutching heat of Daylen's ass.

He stopped to slick his finger again with more salve, erring on the side of caution, and then slid his finger back into Daylen, this time curling the tip of his finger inwards, his eyes once again focused on Daylen's face. "...Like this?"

[daylen_amell_fadewalk]

Daylen had whined when Alistair's finger left him, and when it returned he fucked down onto it eagerly, and the curl caught him by surprise. He gave a hoarse cry, his cock twitching and dripping a thread of pre-come onto his belly, at the suddenly intense burst of pleasure. He nodded frantically. "Yes. Oh, fuck, Alistair you are-- yes. More." He showed him two fingers, made a shaky scissoring motion. "Need to stretch me some. Your cock is big." His throat worked as he swallowed and then he grinned, almost wolfish, hungry.

[fereldans_king]

Alistair's eyes were wide, aroused and amazed and nervous and wanting all at once. He glanced down at his own cock, thick and heavy between his legs, then at Daylen's hand, then his own. He swallowed, slightly nervous again, but nodded. "If I'm going to fast..." he warned, but pulled his hand back to gather more slick, trying to catch that spot again as he pulled out.

Two fingers returned and pressed in slow and steady, more gentle caresses of soft, silky muscle, fingers tips just slightly curved to rub over that little bump inside with every third or fourth slow thrust. Watching Daylen's reactions, repeating motions that produced pleasurable ones, Alistair slowly began to feel less nervous.

Emboldened, Alistair leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss to the shaft of Daylen's cock, trailing his lips along the soft skin.

[daylen_amell_fadewalk]

Daylen could have urged him for more speed, harder thrusts, because he was too aroused, too wanting to even notice if it burned. But Alistair needed to know his body, and he wanted him to be comfortable, so he let him keep him on the edge as he worked his flesh supple and loose.

He was amazed at his patience, and when the nervousness started to trickle out of him, Daylen sent him a pulse of desire, approval, and the trust he felt that Alistair would take care of him.

The mouth on his cock made him cry out again, this time reedy and high. "Maker, Alistair!" He hadn't expected that, but it was wonderful.

[fereldans_king]

Alistair grinned, and pressed another kiss to Daylen's cock, followed by a tentative wet lick across the head. He could hear the strains of desire and the warm tones of trust through the bond resonating in his head, and he sent back a wash of love and thankfulness. Alistair scissored his fingers gently, wide on the out-stroke, tight and curled inwards on the in-stroke, listening carefully to the bond and to Daylen's reactions.

[daylen_amell_fadewalk]

At this point Daylen had to grip his control tight not to come every time Alistair thrust in, brushing over his prostate and driving him crazy. "Three fingers. Maker have mercy, Alistair. I need you. Just one more and I'll be--"

He lifted his head to look down at him, trying not to buck his cock against Alistair's wet tongue, panting. "Please."

[fereldans_king]

Alistair sat up, pulling away from Daylen's cock after one last wet, open-mouthed kiss. For a moment, he simply watched and appreciated the view - slick pink flesh being spread by thick, sword-calloused fingers. Desire and awe spilled across the bond.

After a tender squeeze of Daylen's hand, Alistair untangled his fingers from Daylen's and used that hand to cup the back of Daylen's knee, pulling his leg up over his shoulder for a better angle. Three fingers were slicked with the salve and carefully slid into Daylen's ass, pressed tightly together by the muscle. Alistair thrust slowly until he felt Daylen begin to relax again, before repeating his earlier rhythm - wide on the out-stroke, tight and curled inwards on the in-stroke, slower than the last time.

[daylen_amell_fadewalk]

There was a slight burn just at the first slow thrust, but it wound tightly into the pleasure, and passed quickly. Daylen keened when Alistair resumed his earlier rhythm, more fluid beading and dripping at the head of his cock.

He was panting as he said, "You're so-- doing so good. A fucking natural." He grinned at him, a sudden laugh tugged free, just pure joy in the bond between them. "I'm ready if you are, my love." He curled up, abs flexing, muscles tightening around Alistair's fingers and brushed his hand over Alistair's cheek.

[fereldans_king]

Alistair chuckled, pressed a kiss to the hand caressing his cheek, and spoke in a low rumble, "I had excellent instructions."

With one last drag of fingertips across that little nub deep inside, Alistair pulled his fingers free. He grabbed the jar of salve and moved it to the end of the bed, after scooping a dollop of the salve out. He hesitated for a moment, and then gently set Daylen's leg back down on the bed, sitting back on his heels before reaching down and wrapping the salve-slick hand around his cock. A hiss escaped his teeth - he was so hard it almost hurt, flushed a deep, almost purple, red - and he gave himself a long slow stroke, pausing to encircle the base of his cock tightly.

"If watching your face and preparing you is enough to get this reaction out of me, I fear I will not do all this careful preparation justice." But Alistair settled back between Daylen's legs, a gentle hand on the outside of Daylen's hip. "But....how would you be most comfortable?"

[daylen_amell_fadewalk]

Daylen watched as Alistair finished slicking himself, eyes unblinking, blue almost lost to the black of his pupils. At the question he surged up to kiss Alistair, hard and lingering. It felt like forever since he'd touched his mouth, and it helped settle him a little, ground him from the trembling, wanting mess.

"Like this. You said you wanted to see me." He arched underneath Alistair to stretch and grab one of the pillows, the round neckroll, and dragged it toward himself and then wriggled it under his hips to give an easier angle, and then gave his own cock a slow, hard stroke. "Okay?"

He was an ocean of want, but there was still concern, devoted and gentle, that Alistair was comfortable with this.

[fereldans_king]

Alistair kissed back fiercely, and watched with hungry eyes ad Daylen stretched and shifted into a comfortable position. He nodded in response to Daylen's question, and scooted forward, one hand helping to find the right angle. The head of Alistair's cock slid against the slick pucker of Daylen's ass, drawing a soft groan of appreciation, and then Alistair was pushing slowly, steadily forward, one hand to hold himself steady, the other on Daylen's hip.

[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!)