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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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.

[fereldans_king]

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?)

[fereldans_king]

((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.