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 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..."

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"Everything you did was perfect, wonderful." Daylen curled around Alistair's bigger frame, hooking a leg over his hips and a hand against his jaw. He turned his face so he could kiss him and then drew back to watch him with a serious expression, bond awash with worry and contrition.

"I'm sorry about the magic. I hurt you, and I should have known better. Before, him--" he winced slightly, bringing up his first lover. "He wasn't as sensitive to magic, so it never happened like that. I'll keep better control on it if we-- if you want me like that again." He kissed him gently. "And I hope you do, because, sweet Maker, Alistair... you are amazing."

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Alistair stared at Daylen, confusion and concern spilling across the bond and his expression. "What? Of course I want to...why wouldn't I want..." He thought back to what they had just done, searching his memory for what might have caused such a reaction from Daylen.

Alistair's face flushed as he remembered the singing rush of magic across his skin and through his mind. True, it had been unexpected, sharp and intense, but it had also been...

Alistair pulled Daylen close again, hiding his face against Daylen's shoulder, radiating embarrassment and ...arousal? In barely a whisper, Alistair spoke, "I...I think I liked it, actually."

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Daylen let Alistair pull him close, feeling guilt at the embarrassment, but then a sharp thread of relief that what he'd done hadn't hurt him, caused some hesitance or aversion, and that would have been enough.

But then Alistair said he liked it, and Daylen shuddered, a soft rumble - almost a purr - of a groan in his chest. "Well, that's different then," he whispered huskily. Acceptance, of him, his magic such an integral part, it made him twist with a lazy coil of desire, nothing present or insistent, his body still sated and soft, but there. He nuzzled against Alistair's ear.

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"That seems wrong," Alistair's voice was still soft, still carrying self-consciousness and confusion, "I thought...it's supposed to be pleasurable, not painful...but it was both? And..." The more Alistair thought about it, the more distracted he became by the pulses of desire his thoughts brought about. He'd liked it when Daylen had bitten him, when he'd pulled his hair, had almost orgasm-ed from the sensation of Daylen's magic skittering across his skin and setting his mind blaze with resonance.

Alistair breathed a heavy sigh, forcing himself to calm. "And I definitely want it again." He clung to the smaller man, arms wrapped around him.

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Daylen sent soft pulses of reassurance to Alistair, hands running over his hair, down his neck, rubbing lightly against his shoulders. He would wrap himself around him entirely, body and soul, to protect him from self-doubt if he could.

"How can it be wrong, if you like it, and I like it, and we agree, hmm?" He kissed his forehead, the top of his ear, cuddling him closer and tighter, love and acceptance and attraction in gentle lapping waves through the bond.

"I won't surprise you with it next time. But if you want it, we'll do it again." He kissed his hair. "And again." A kiss pressed to his eyebrow. "And again." To the bridge of his nose. "And probably again." He grinned against Alistair's lips.

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Alistair laughed, a tad breathless, and kissed Daylen sweetly, a gentle press of lips. "All those times? We may actually find the limits of our famed stamina."

The constant reassurance and warm bells of Daylen's love finally began to calm Alistair's mind and he relaxed into Daylen's hands, almost purring. A moment's hesitation, a brief flash of concern that something might still be wrong with himself, that he apparently enjoyed pain like pleasure, and then he forced the thought away, instead smiling happily at Daylen.

"If we both agree, then, I suppose it can't be that bad..."

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"Nothing about you is bad, Alistair. You're rare that way." Daylen gave him another lingering kiss and then relaxed against him, fingers combing through his hair in slow soothing strokes.

He was a lump of contentment, heavy and slack, just enjoying their closeness, and without intervention was drifting slowly toward sleep.

(OOC : shall we wrap this thread since it's getting so long? Maybe plot something with the Eluvian shenanigans for these two nerds in PM?)

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((OOC: Absolutely! Eluvian shenanigans sounds fantastic.))

Alistair hummed a noncommittal noise, not entirely convinced, but too relaxed and worn out to argue. He was very quickly pulled under into sleep by the soothing caress of Daylen's fingers through his hair and the warm presence of the mage in his arms.