RP: Logan Hawke (NSFW down below)

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"Not real. Having a nervous breakdown. And that's fine. It'll be completely fine." Anders felt like he weighed an extra thirty pounds, which wasn't far wrong with how much pond water his clothes had absorbed. He shivered as he approached the looming archway slowly, eyes wide.

The stone felt so real, the grit of mortar flaking under his fingernail, and he trailed his hand along it as he climbed a set of stairs up onto what were... walls. Battlements? The crenelations were the... castle-shaped things at the top?

He'd been playing fantasy games for years and he had no bloody idea.

It was colder as the wind whistled over him, and he huddled, arms going around himself. "Maker save me, I'm going to freeze to death in a hallucination." He kept walking, trying to chafe warmth back into his skin.

The tingling was uncomfortable, like pins and needles, but hot, and trying to get out, which wasn't exactly how he'd ever heard hypothermia described before, so that was a relief. He had to stop and lean against the wall as a violent shudder overtook him.

All of a sudden he was hot, far too hot and he held his hands away from his face, watching his clothes send curls of steam into the air. "Well, fantastic. My fucking fingers are on fire." He just stared in fascination at the licks of yellow-orange flames that limned his hands.

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[modernhawke]

Logan flushed, his cheeks a darker brown and his chest, under Anders' hand, abruptly warmer. He licked his lips and decided it was entirely better to not say anything at all.

And anyways then Anders was grinning at him and Logan noticed the crinkles around his eyes for the first time with delight. He brought up his hand to run his thumb gently over the crinkling skin at the corner of one eye and then said, with a tiny grin, "If you want to borrow my shirts, love, all you have to do is ask."

For his part he was entirely content to be distracted. God knew brooding over his tendency to be an idiot was never fun for anyone, least of all himself, even if he did have a hard time making himself stop it.

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"But they're just naturally better if you're in them, sweetheart." Anders arched and stretched out on Logan. "You're the important part, not the shirt." He shimmied up just a little so that he could easily dip down and kiss Logan, mouth brushing and lingering, a tiny nip to his lower lip and then leaning up just as quickly if Logan tried to catch him, kiss him deeper, a gentle, playful teasing.

[modernhawke]

Logan's breath hitched at all the sliding and stretching and touching that this sort of shimmy entailed, not really loud enough to be noticeable under normal circumstances, except that Anders was right there and could probably even feel his chest rise. At the kiss, Logan cupped the back of Anders' head, but not firmly enough to prevent him from pulling back when Logan tried to chase his lips.

"Anders," he whined, bucking slightly under him, a needy twist to the way his fingers sank into Anders' hair.

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"Hmm?" Anders smile was coy as he licked his lips, not at all subtle as he teased. "Did you want something, Logan?" He dipped closer, kissed just the corner of Logan's mouth, but lingering in a way that let his breath heat skin, the tip of his tongue barely brushing where his lips had just been.

He was still trying to figure Logan out, what he liked, what amused him, what aroused him. Did he like to be teased? Would he take control if pressed? Was he submissive? Anders wanted to be what Logan wanted, what he needed, and he didn't think Logan would just tell him. He'd have to experiment.

[modernhawke]

Logan arched his neck, trying to kiss Anders back more deeply, get their lips to align properly, but then there was just the tip of Anders' tongue against the corner of his lips, and Anders had moved back again.

"You're a great bloody tease," he complained, just a hint of the growl he got when aroused in his voice. He was half-hard again under the blankets and the press of Anders' body.

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"That does sound a little like me," Anders agreed with a throaty chuckle. He gave a pleasant shiver at the growly note in Logan's voice and brushed his lips along the line of his jaw, just the barest whisper of contact. "You hate me yet?" he murmured against Logan's earlobe.

His hand that had been wrapped tightly across Logan's chest roamed down to thumb over the edge of his hipbone.

[modernhawke]

Logan frowned, his brows drawing down, a tiny furrow appearing between them. The hand in Anders' hair moved to cup his jaw instead, strong solid fingers holding him in place enough for Logan to catch his eye.

"Never, Anders. Never," he said, all blue eyed sincerity.

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The intensity of Logan's gaze made Anders' smirk dissolve into something shy and wondering. How could he have captured this much love from someone? Him? He flushed and wet his lips, smile a little shaky all of a sudden, overwhelmed with the sensation of someone loving him.

Not just wanting him and tolerating his quirks. Not only liking him just fine but not being in the market for a relationship. Not even finding friends with benefits a better solution because it didn't mean picking up all his baggage. Logan loved him.

"If looking at me like that is your plan to get me to stop teasing, it's working." He leaned down, not teasing this time, but tentative as he brought his mouth down to Logan's. He was great at play, but adoration was trickier. He didn't want to fuck it up.

[modernhawke]

The hand Logan still had wrapped around Anders' bore down gently, pressing him closer, and the hesitant way in which Anders kissed him, really kissed him this time, just made Logan want to prove everything to Anders more. He pressed in steadily, gradually increasing the pressure of his lips against Anders', and then he broke off to kiss Anders' nose and both cheeks and the curve of his brow.

"You're giving me too much credit." He kissed down the line of Anders' jaw and then said, against the center of his throat, "I'm not that crafty."

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The kisses along his jaw, against his throat, made Anders' breath hitch and he laughed, a short shaky burst. "You seem to have designs right now. That you're executing. Very craftily." He tipped his chin back, stretching his neck, and giving Logan more access to the slender line. The hand that had been brushing over Logan's hipbone tightened on his hip, eyelids fluttering.

His cock was trapped between him and Logan's side, growing harder with each heartbeat, each tender brush of Logan's mouth.

[modernhawke]

Logan hummed, not denying it, because maybe he hadn't been planning anything beyond a general shower of his affection to start, but he hadn't quite expected Anders to react so strongly either. There was a warm, needy, hungry knot in his stomach as he took advantage of Anders' tipped neck to lave attention there with lips and tongue, even scraped his teeth, just barely, over Anders' pulse.

His hand drifted down Anders' side and over the swell of his ass, gripping firmly.

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The pleasure was almost languid compared to the urgency to touch and be touched earlier. Anders was still greedy for it, but he could bask in it, let Logan's mouth and hands guide his focus.

He flexed his hips forward as Logan squeezed his ass, drawing a soft, pleased noise as he ground the ridge of his half-hard length almost idly against Logan's hip. "Oh god, Logan, you're going for to drive me crazy." He tipped his face back down to kiss him again, a slow, heated draw of his mouth.

[modernhawke]

Logan grinned against Anders' mouth, nipped at his bottom lip and then soothed it with his tongue. He shifted to his side so they were chest to chest and then ran both his hands up and down Anders' back lightly, teasingly, lingering over and returning to the spots that seemed to make Anders' gasp lightly.

"It's only fair, darlin'," he whispered, voice growly again, growing harder himself at the flex of Anders' hips and the noises he was making.

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"Mm. Your voice is sin when you do that thing in your throat, you know?" Anders arched under Logan's hands and shivered as he slid an arm over Logan's waist, drawing them closer. "So are your hands. And your tongue." He caught Logan in a deep kiss and sucked on said tongue to demonstrate.

He pulled back with a heated smile. "You're just temptation all over, sweetheart. "

[modernhawke]

Logan laughed lightly, breathless, his fingers flexing against Anders' back. He let himself be tugged closer, nuzzling his forehead against Anders', moaning softly when Anders released his tongue.

"Aren't I supposed to be the charming one?" His top hand skimmed over Anders' ribs just softly enough to be teasing.

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"Are you implying I'm not charming?" Anders sounded mildly affronted but the glint in his eyes was full of humor. He knew he was generally too acerbic and sarcastic for most people.

"I'd threaten to charm the pants off you but I kind of already did." He slid his hand down to squeeze Logan's ass, eyebrow arching suggestively.

[modernhawke]

"Oh my god." Logan buried his face in Anders' neck and giggled, his fingers coming up to grip at Anders' shoulders. "That, yes, thank you, that was my point," he teased, voice muffled slightly against Anders' skin. His amusement didn't stop him from rocking his hips forward at the squeeze.

"Also, I think I deserve credit for persuading the shirts off you first."

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The Logan's breath against his neck made Anders hum and arch, even as he tried to figure out how a man his size giggled .

He squeezed tighter, rolling his hips forward gently with the was Logan rocked. "I'm having a hard time deciding if you're sexier or more adorable. And how do you do both at the same time?" He nuzzle into Logan's ear and sucked the lobe into his mouth.

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Logan exhaled, definitely rutting forward into Anders now, albeit slowly.

"I'm pretty sure I've never been called adorable before," he said, surprise fading into something more like pleasure and amusement. And then Anders' mouth closed over his ear and he caught his breath, the hand that had been inching up Anders' chest swiping his thumb over Anders' nipple in retaliation.

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Anders hummed softly around Logan's earlobe, not wanting to be too loud when he was right there against his ear. He dragged it through his teeth in a gentle pull and then kissed down Logan's neck. He kept giving slow rolls of his hips as he did, just enough contact to tease Logan.

"Well you are adorable. Because I adore you." He scraped his teeth against the tender spot where neck and shoulder joined and the pulled back, smirking, to meet his gaze. "See how that works?"

[modernhawke]

Logan gasped when Anders' teeth scraped over his neck, louder than he meant to. He shifted to wedge one knee between Anders' thighs and then reached up, brushed the hair just above Anders' ear back from his face, smoothed it against the pillow.

"Love..." Just that. He couldn't find anything else to say, any witty rejoinder to bring out in response. Anders was teasing, smirking, but he meant that; he really adored Logan, and Logan wasn't sure he trusted his voice to say anything back at all. He was used to people liking him, finding him useful, enjoying his company. But adoring him? That was new, and this was Anders, and he was an ass, and Anders still meant it, and... Logan swallowed around the lump in his throat.

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The leg that pressed between his mad Anders' smirk fail and his breath stutter and he bucked against jt, some of the control gone from the slow roll of his hips.

He blushed as Logan petted his hair, looked at him so intensely. Anders had never been with anyone who was so naked in their responses to his affection before, that he could see the way he affected them so immediately and clearly.

He leaned into Logan, mouth brushing his, in a wordless request. He could have just kissed Logan, but he instead he gave the invitation. Logan was temptation itself, but Anders still sought constant reassurance that what they were doing was mutual, cinsensual.

[modernhawke]

Logan's fingers closed in Anders' hair at the gentle questioning brush of his lips, and he tilted his head at an angle before he kissed him back. His lips pressed slow but deft against Anders'. He shifted up, knee nudging higher between Anders' legs, nose bumping into his cheek, breath quickening, and then sucked Anders' lower lip into his mouth, running his tongue lightly over the swell of it.

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Anders let himself catch Logan's jaw as he kissed him, the hum in his throat becoming a moan as the knee between his legs pressed gently higher. He fought the urge to simply rut against it, instead lifting his upper leg and hooking it over Logan's hip and drawing him closer with a press of his calf. When Logan sucked on his lip, though, he lost his hold on that resolve and bucked against him, while his leg pressed Logan forward and he ground against him with another long throaty noise of pleasure.

[modernhawke]

Logan released Anders' lip with a guttural moan when Anders ground against him. He tugged the arm still wrapped under and around Anders' side out and propped himself up with his elbow by Anders' head.

"Fuck, Anders..." His hips rocked forward, losing their lazy rhythm from earlier, and he reached down to grip Anders' ass, pulling him closer, even as he shifted forward with the press of Anders' leg. That was enough to align their bodies just right, and Logan groaned again when their rutting brought their cocks together. He smoothed his hand over the sharp angle of Anders' hipbone and reached for them, running his fingers lightly over the ridge of Anders' cock first.

With his other hand he went back to brushing through Anders' hair, despite the awkward angle with most of his upper body weight supported on his elbow.