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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Anders rubbed his cheek against Logan's thigh as those fingers combed through his hair and he arched his neck, practically purring again. That was... nice. Beyond nice. Perfect. He never wanted that to stop.

He flinched at Logan's correction though and sighed, glancing up at him with a wince. "Sorry. I haven't been doing it all night have I?" He scanned his face, worried. He'd forced himself for months on voice chat to call him Hawke, just like everyone else, because Logan was personal, intimate.

He stretched his neck and kissed Logan's stomach, just above his hipbone, lips brushing bare skin in an apologetic caress.

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Logan touched several fingers to Anders' cheek and shook his head, feeling a little guilty for making him look so worried. "No. Just, sometimes."

"I - oh - like it when you call me Logan, though," he murmured, a little distracted by Anders' lips above his hipbone, his breath warm against his skin. And then he was all too suddenly aware of the fact that he was standing there in an old pair of grey boxers and his socks, which was rather too little fabric to disguise exactly how interested he was in Anders' mouth being so close to his cock. And Anders' was not only still far too clothed, but on the floor, which seemed...really far away, actually, even if it was - well, ideal for some things which Logan found abruptly that he did not want, not at the moment.

He sank down to his knees in front of him and moved his hand to cup the back of Anders' head, pulled him in again to kiss him, tried to convey at least a little bit of his confusing maelstrom of want and lust and-but-really-actually want that went way beyond lust in the slow, insistent press of his lips and his tongue.

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Anders made a surprised noise when Logan dropped down onto the floor with him, but melted into the kiss easily, eagerly. He parted his lips at the first flick of Logan's tongue, met it in a teasing flick, drawing him in, as his hands curved over his shoulders, fingers splaying on strong and shifting muscles.

He leaned heavily against him, knees to chest pressed tight, the bunch of the sweatshirt bottom keeping his cock from rubbing directly against Logan's. Annoying but also kind of helpful if he didn't want to rut into him like an animal and embarrass himself.

Besides, there were so many things to say, and feel, and this wasn't some meaningless one-night-stand. This was real, and it was right, and it had been a long, long time since Anders had had anyone in his arms that meant anything other than right now.

[modernhawke]

Logan's arms wrapped around Anders tight, his strong hands drifting down his back and spreading, the sweater bunching under his fingers as he held Anders firmly in place where he had leaned against him.

He turned his head, their noses brushing, and he didn't break the kiss until the shallow breaths through his nose that he was taking simply weren't enough. He leaned his head back, but barely, to gasp for air.

"Anders," he sighed. Just that, because he didn't actually have anything to say that would come remotely close to the warm, perfect, terrifying happiness he was feeling.

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Anders expression was uncertain for just a moment when Logan broke the kiss, eyes fluttering open to watch him when his name was sighed. He'd heard plenty of people sigh his name, in regret, in exasperation, but Logan seemed to be practically glowing with warmth and love and his uncertainty melted away into a sweet, heated smile.

"Logan." His voice held a lilt, almost playful, definitely inviting. "We walked an awful long way to find a bed only to wind up back on a floor."

He turned his head, to glance at the bed. "It looks like a terrible, lumpy, probably straw mattress, but at least it would have blankets."

[modernhawke]

Logan hummed. "I don't know, I'm not that cold," he teased. "Are you cold?" He kissed Anders' jaw, just over the scruff there, and then shifted back, not really releasing his hold.

"Still, you know what we could do about that..." he braced himself, spreading his knees wider, and then stood, lifting Anders and pulling him to his feet with him easily, which effected a nice standing-without-actually-having-to-stop-touching motion.

"I think," he steadied Anders with hands still on his back and then walked him backwards to the bed, "I could really care less about the mattress, especially if you can be persuaded to take my hoodie off so I can see you. And touch you. But yeah." He snuck in a quick kiss when the backs of Anders' thighs hit the bed.

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The way Logan pulled him up made Anders gasp softly, arms tightening on his shoulders as they stood. "Are you sure you're a mage, love? You and the muscles..." He grinned, all warm appreciation as he let Logan walk him back until he knocked into the bed.

His adam's apple bobbed when Logan mentioned the hoodie and he looked down briefly, and then back up, smirking. "Alright." He sat down on the bed and scooted back, stripping the sweatshirt off over his head in a single motion and leaned back into the pillows with a grin.

He was hiding the scars on his back, but he didn't want to ruin anything by letting Logan see them, and he certainly wasn't prepared to have a conversation about his father at this moment. He lifted a hand and beckoned Logan to join him, all pale, lean lines of freckled, white skin, with spark reddish-gold hair in a tiny trail down his belly below his navel.

[modernhawke]

"Well, technically, I'm an everyman who can now mysteriously do magic." Logan stripped off his socks as Anders settled back because, ew, socks in bed. "But I guess you could attribute the muscles to the son-of-a-farmer thing." He looked up with a grin as he tossed the socks in the general direction of where he'd kicked his jeans, but it was a grin that quickly faded at the sight of so much...Anders...on display. He swallowed, his eyes drifting up Anders' chest slowly, and then he pounced on the bed and crawled after him, his hands reaching out before he'd even made it quite far enough up the bed.

"Fuck, you're beautiful," he breathed, reaching first to run his fingers through the trail of hair and then dropping onto his side next to Anders and tracing a path up the contours of his chest, over ribs and muscle, touch feather-light. He propped himself up on one elbow.

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The pounce made Anders laugh breathlessly, watching Logan's face as he crawled closer, fingers reaching to explore. He was unused to the level of adoration that Logan was giving him. He'd never been insecure about his looks generally, and he'd had something real, once upon a time with Karl, but this was different than all of that.

"Logan." It wasn't a protest, instead, pleading as he looked up into his blue eyes. He raised a hand to brush fingers against his cheek. "You're going to make me blush." He was already blushing, a deep rose tinge to his skin all the way down to his chest. He grinned a little and then arched his neck up to steal a kiss.

[modernhawke]

Logan splayed his hand in the center of Anders' chest, just below his collarbone where the spreading blush was strongest. "You say that like it's a bad thing," he laughed, looking smug and pleased even as Anders' drew him into a kiss.

His fingers moved up to curl under Anders' jaw and then he sighed, wriggling closer until he could drop his head against Anders' chest and throw his arm over his side - the angle wasn't great, but left him room enough to keep exploring with his fingertips. He wasn't entirely sure where the intense urge to just...snuggle up to Anders and curl into him and literally never stop touching him came from, because it wasn't like he'd really had anyone that he'd ever just...cuddled with before. Good lord. The idea that he might have done something like that with Rowan was just laughable. And he didn't consider himself a very touchy person, technically, since punching Carver's shoulder whenever he got particularly mouthy didn't count. Which...yeah, maybe that was the problem.

You spend so much time pining for someone you've never actually met, maybe you're bound to get touch-deprived.

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When Logan curled into him, a heavy weight that Anders wouldn't be able to shift even if he wanted to he gave a breathless chuckle and wrapped his arm around his shoulders. There was a little niggling worry that he'd done something wrong, that he'd been too sincere, too open, and killed the mood.

"You okay, sweetheart?" he asked gently, hand tracing warm circles on Logan's shoulder while he lay still, letting him explore. He lifted his head to kiss Logan's hair, breathing warm and trying to steady himself at this new, slower current. This wasn't the same want that had Logan grinding into his leg against the door, talking about Anders voice as fantasy material.

And that was fine, so long as Anders hadn't done anything to ruin it.

[modernhawke]

"Yeah," Logan sighed, a warm, happy, breathless word. He stroked his fingers up and down Anders' side, every part of it he could reach anyways, and shifted so his free arm curled under between Anders' shoulders and the bed. He'd just started planting pen-mouthed kisses around Anders' sternum when the worried note that had been in that question finally registered. He raised his head to peer at Anders' face.

But Anders seemed fine, loose-limbed and breathing steadily beneath him, and Logan tilted his head and tried to decide how to explain this new - well, not entirely new - want in his chest like a strange knot of slippery mushy feelings.

He said, "I want..." and his voice came out low and gravelly, so he cleared his throat and tried again. Then he frowned, because...words... and he wasn't exactly sure how to say what he wanted, or how much, except, "I'm pretty sure the scope of what I want goes way beyond having you suck me off and whisper dirty things to me."

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Anders blushed deeper at that, eyes closing as he winced for a second. "I did say that, didn't I?" He grimaced as he reopened his eyes and leaned up to kiss Logan, a soft, sweet, apologetic press of his lips. He leaned back, his free hand brushing knuckles over Logan's heart. "I promise, I'll... cool it?"

He winced again. "That sounded stupid. I'm fine with whatever you want, Logan, that's what I meant. We could just sit here and snuggle until we fell asleep, or..." He smirked, lopsided and wry, because now that Logan had pretty expressly declined the offer of a blowjob it seemed tacky to mention it again. "Or, more."

The low light made his eyes gleam, burnished, like they held their own inner light as he looked at Logan. "As long as I'm here." He hugged Logan tightly, bringing them chest to chest for a moment, skin warm and soft as he arched to increase the contact. "As long as I'm with you, everything else is just... icing. On a very strange cake."

[modernhawke]

"No, no, I mean, I liked the idea, I just don't want you to do that right now."

Logan didn't pull away from the kiss, his hand coming up to cup Anders' jaw, but he did wrinkle his nose when Anders pulled back. "You need to stop apologizing so much, my love, I'm not unhappy with you, not even close, I just..." He bit his lip and blinked several times in rapid succession. "I don't think I can adequately explain to you how much I mostly want to - to cherish you, make love to you, hold you."

"Which sounds... ridiculous, I know, but..." Logan shrugged, fixed his eyes on Anders' lovely gleaming ones like he could just will Anders to understand how much he meant to him, how much he wanted to give him. Cherish was a ridiculous romance novel sort of word, but Anders deserved to know how utterly Logan was in love with him. All of him. Not just his absurdly sexy voice and shockingly amazing body.

His breath hitched when Anders arched against him and held him tighter, and he slid forward to kiss Anders again.

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Anders' smile was possibly the soppiest expression he'd ever worn when Logan said the word cherish, not even a whit of cynicism in it for once. "It's not ridiculous," he breathed as Logan's lips met his again.

He kissed him back with slow brushes of his tongue, teasing, tender presses of his lips, holding him so tightly for long enough his arms were starting to shake from where he'd lifted himself slightly off the mattress. He released his grip and settled back, mouth trailing away, and murmured, "I'm not used to it being more than the physical stuff. I mean, I haven't been with anyone at all in a long time, but when I was younger I did a lot of stupid things with the wrong people." He flushed and looked away, chewing on the inside of his lip for a moment.

"Not apologizing, just explaining." He leaned up for another quick press of his lips. "I'm not used to... cherishing." His ridiculous, sentimental smile came back, a slow, delighted grin.

[modernhawke]

Logan nodded at the explanation, met every press of Anders' lips with a brush of his own, the hand under Anders' back holding him close until at last Anders sank back.

"I'm not really either," he said, setting his chin on Anders' chest. "Or... Not really, anyways. I thought it was, but..." He exhaled. "The point being, I'm madly in love with you, Anders." He reached up to brush some of Anders' hair behind his ear and got an adoring smile on his face, a softer, smaller reflection of the one Anders was still wearing.

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Anders' eyes closed when Logan touched his hair again, leaning into gentle brush of his fingers. "You're too bloody good to be true, you know that?" He cracked his eyes open as if checking that he was still there, and ran his palm in a slow stroke over the back of Logan's head, down his neck and over his shoulders.

[modernhawke]

Logan grinned happily and pressed his lips to Anders' chest. He wriggled around to free his arm from under Anders' shoulders, since it was beginning to tingle all over, and then he smoothed that hand up over the musculature of Anders' chest to curve over his shoulder. He kept petting through Anders' hair slowly, since he seemed to like that.

And then he bent and started kissing his way up Anders' chest, following the edges of his muscles, paying special attention to the most prominent of his freckles, licking and sucking and dragging his lips but always just skirting around his nipples, teasing.

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Anders was a sucker for being pet, and Logan's fingers in his hair was turning him into a puddle, one slow pass at a time. His hair was also a wreck from being dunked and then flash dried when he summoned his magic the first time, so it couldn't get any worse for being finger-combed and mussed about.

When Logan's warm, wet mouth met the skin of his chest he gasped softly, just a tiny intake of breath, and then chuckled shakily. "God, Logan." He looked down, arching slightly, marveling at the way his warm brown skin shown against his pasty white, and wet his lips. He cupped the back of Logan's neck, fingers curling tenderly just under his ear, and let out a little moan when his mouth teased near his nipple.

[modernhawke]

Logan hummed, his lips curving; he could feel Anders relaxing underneath him, feel the rise of his chest when he gasped. He kissed around the edges of his pectoral muscle for a while longer and then abruptly closed his mouth over Anders' nipple. He flicked it once, twice, again, with his tongue and then drew the peaked tip between his lips and, very gently, scraped over it web his teeth.

He dropped the hand still toying with Anders' hair to run his palm up and down the opposite side of his chest, a slow drag of just slightly rough hand over Anders' soft skin.

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Anders was truly relaxing into the slow, diffuse tease of Logan's gentle kisses, and then he did that thing with his tongue over his nipple. It was unexpected and fantastic and this time his gasp was rough and throaty that ended on a whine when Logan's teeth met his skin.

He dropped both of his hands to Logan's shoulders, one hand kneading against the muscle, the other biting in with just the barest hint of his nails, as if trying to figure out where to hang on. He arched again, shifted his hips, and one of his legs curled over Logan's, foot running down the outside of his thigh.

[modernhawke]

Logan gave a throaty, self-satisfied chuckle, his wandering hand finally settling on Anders' chest and toying with his other nipple.

And then Anders was arching under him, hips bucking up against Logan's lower belly and Logan felt his leg curl around him and oh, oh god. He pulled off Anders' nipple with a wet pop and a gasp, warm breath drifting over Anders' damp skin, and rocked his hips forward involuntarily against Anders' thigh.

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"Logan. Come here." Anders curled forward and tried to capture Logan's mouth with his, hands catching at the sides of his face. His voice held a desperate hungry quaver.

"Need to kiss you." He nipped at Logan's lips, tongue a wicked flickaagainst the slight sting. "Please, love."

[modernhawke]

Logan surged upward, a sharp desperate hunger ignited inside him at the quaver in Anders' voice. He curled a hand round the back of Anders' neck and bent to kiss him worshipfully, fervently. He groaned Anders' name against his lips, tongue reaching to twine, stroke, with his.

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Anders kept one hand on Logan's face, the other sliding up until his arm was curled around his neck, pulling tighter and closer. His other leg hooked around Logan's hips arching his hips up and dragging him closer, a fragile, needy whimper in his throat.