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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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.

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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.

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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.

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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."

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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.

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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.

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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?"

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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.

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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.

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Daylen hooked his legs around Alistair's hips, heels against his ass, drawing him closer as he pushed in. He was breathing raggedly, panting, hips twitching in tiny, needy motions. He threw an arm around Alistair's neck so he could draw himself up, bury his face in his shoulder. "You're so big," he gasped hoarsely, but he wasn't in pain. Just overwhelmed with the sensation of being stretched, of being filled. The salve helped a great deal to ease any discomfort he might have felt and he peppered hungry kisses against Alistair's neck as he bottomed out.

Daylen let his head fall back, staring up at him with wide eyes, even now, control almost completely gone, he was looking for Alistair's pleasure, Alistair's comfort. "Little thrusts first, and once that's easy, you can fuck me as hard and as fast as you want, love." He smiled, lips quivering along with his voice. "Or as slow and as long."

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Alistair's breath hitched and caught, heavy panting breaths as he shook - tight slick heat like wet silk, like the softest velvet, all around his cock. He could feel that white hot pounding pressure of release battering at his self-control. This was overwhelming pleasure, better than any he'd felt before, and he clung to his composure by his fingernails.

Alistair leaned in, and took a fierce, dominating kiss, licking into Daylen's mouth, making the bond between them ring with all the sensation and emotion he was feeling as he began to roll his hips, drawing out at little more each time, thrusting back in a little harder and fast. When they broke for air, Alistair's eyes were dark, the smile lines in the corners crinkling. "Hard and fast? Or slow and long? What do you desire, love?"

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That kiss was everything Daylen wanted, giving his mouth completely to Alistair, clinging to him, rocking with him as he adjusted, as his body gave over and let him take. When the kiss broke he whined, reaching up to kiss and nip at Alistair's jaw, settling his mouth near his ear.

"Hard, please. You wanted to mark me, to claim me, and Maker's breath, I want you to do that." He nuzzled into his neck, nipping against at the top of his shoulder and then drew back to pant, little noises of pleasure as he bucked his hips, muscles fluttering in his stomach, and around Alistair's cock.

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Alistair groaned as Daylen twisted and flexed beneath him, his hips snapping forwarding in an instinctual response. He leaned forwards, planting a hand on either side of Daylen, and began to thrust into the mage, picking up speed and force as he began to lose himself in the sensations.

Alistair tried to angle his thrusts to touch that sensitive spot inside Daylen, watching the man's expression with dark eyes, pupils blown wide in intense arousal. He flexed one muscled arm and leaned in to leave kisses against Daylen's lips and nipping bites on Daylen's shoulder. He panted, "As you wish" before biting down on the thick muscle at the joint of shoulder and neck.

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As Alistair's pace built and his focus narrowed, Daylen was lost. He gripped one hand around Alistair's flexed arm, the other anchoring him flat on the bed, helping him cant his hips a little further so that each thrust send shockwaves of pleasure through him.

When Alistair bit him his magic flared, crackling heat spilling out of him, not hot enough to scald, but sensuous and alive, skittering from his skin to Alistair's, and he cried out. After that each thrust drew a ragged keen from him, an endless litany of tiny muttered pleas and agreements on his lips.

Every sensation was driven harder, drawn higher, by the pleasure coursing through the bond, and his cock, slapping his stomach in time with the thrusts was purple, aching hard. "Fuck, love, yes. Yours. Always yours."

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A ragged growl escaped Alistair's lips from around his teeth clamped tight on Daylen's shoulder, just this side of too tight, a dark, rumbling, "Mine!" His muscles trembled and twitched as Daylen's magic skittered across his skin, and his senses screamed in pleasure and pain as warn horns and pounding drums resonated in his head.

He shifted his weight, just a short pause in his rhythm, and held himself up with the arm Daylen was clinging to, the other hand stealing between them to wrap still slightly slick fingers around Daylen's cock.

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The moment Daylen felt pain in Alistair he slammed the gate shut on his magic, stuttering in his rhythm, eyes panicked as he looked up at him.

That hand, though, dragged another desperate moan and his eyes fluttered. He wasn't going to last more than a stroke or two, not with the frenzied thrusts of thick cock in his ass, the way Alistair claimed him.

"Kiss me, please," he begged. "I'm going to--" He broke off with a gasp, hand scrabbling to the back of Alistair's neck to draw him down, or himself up.

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Alistair's own rhythm faltered as Daylen's panic slipped across the bond, but the flood of pleasure and need back and forth between the two of them drove him onward. His hand stroked Daylen's cock, and his lips found Daylen's and claimed them in a hard, toothy kiss.

Alistair trembled, clinging to his composure by the skin of his teeth, determined to give Daylen all that he could, to bring Daylen orgasm before he lost control. In between fierce kisses, Alistair panted and babbled, "Maker yes, Daylen...please, for me...come for me."

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It only took his name panted in his Voice's mouth, frenzied in pleasure, and Daylen was coming with a cry he muffled against Alistair's shoulder. It seemed to go on, and on, his cock pulsing between them, hot and insistent, while his ass bore down tight-tight on Alistair.

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With a roar, Alistair came, thrusting up into Daylen with incredible force, burying himself deep. Once, twice, his hips jerked and twitched, and then Alistair collapsed, catching himself on his elbows at the very last second. He shook and trembled, gasping for breath.

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Daylen gripped Alistair tight and held him close, one leg still circled around his hips as he twitched and trembled and tried not to weep. Complete. He felt so whole. He kissed Alistair's shoulder, his neck, his ear. "Maker, how I love you. Thank you." He ran his hand gently down Alistair's back, up, hugged him tightly again. "Thank you."

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Alistair laughed breathlessly, spreading his own kisses across Daylen's shoulder, neck and cheeks as he slowly began to regain control over his trembling muscles. Everything felt...right. Warm and safe and intertwined with Daylen like a well-wrapped sword hilt, or new armor custom fit.

"I should be thanking you, I think. That was...wow." Alistair stole a soft, tender kiss from Daylen's lips. "I love you, Daylen. Thank you."

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After a moment more of petting and kisses, Daylen shifted with a slight wince. "Let me up? I'll clean up and then you can crush me all you want." He rubbed his cheek on Alistair's shoulder, stubble a light scratch.

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"Oh! Yes, of course just hold on..." Alistair pushed himself up, drawing himself out of Daylen with a groan, trying to settle back onto his knees and failing, falling backwards in a loose-limbed trembling sprawl. He laughed at himself, and draped an arm across his eyes to cover his blushing, embarassed face.

"Nothing to see here, move along." He grinned, despite his embarrassment.

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Daylen snorted softly at Alistair's toppling, trailing his hand over his chest as he scooted up and off the bed. He was quick to take care his own necessaries, then a new basin filled with fresh ice, heated quickly, and a clean, steaming wet cloth carried back for Alistair.

He knelt on the bed and offered it, feeling sated and heavy, any discomfort eased away by the salve or his own healing magic. A dark bite mark had bloomed on his shoulder, and his smile was lopsided, almost glazed with satisfaction.

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Alistair gratefully took the washcloth, and wiped himself down, hissing slightly as the cloth rubbed against the sensitive flesh of his cock. When he was finished, he balled up the cloth and pitched it towards the table.

Then Alistair reached out and wrapped strong arms around Daylen, drawing him down into a hug, pulling Daylen against him and burying his face in the man's hair. He sighed happily, and ran gently fingers across the blossoming bruise and down Daylen's side.

"This is alright, yes? I didn't expect to bite you so hard..."