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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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.

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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.

[modernhawke]

"Fuck, Anders," Logan groaned, hips bucking against Anders', and they were so close, only two thin layers of fabric between them. Logan could feel Anders' arousal against him and he let out a soft gasp when their cocks aligned, rubbed together through their shorts.

He forgot how to breathe, forgot how to think, knew only need and want and Anders. He wanted to kiss every inch of him, wanted to feel him against him without anything between them.

"Anders," he moaned again, because it was, it was Anders, against all reason, all hope. He lowered his head to kiss and suck at the skin of Anders' neck, tried to bury his face there and inhale him and get even closer than they already were.

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Anders rolled his hips under Logan as he bucked, the drag even through cloth too good to ignore, their cocks sliding against each other, heat and pressure.

He tipped his head, arching his neck and giving access to his throat when Logan moved his mouth there, his pulse rapid and hard under his lips. "God, Logan, fuck." He tightened his legs around Logan's hips, locking his feet together and using that leverage to grind up against him.

He was so hard now, aching, a damp spot growing against the tip of his cock where it brushed against the cotton of his briefs with each twitch. His fingers rubbed down Logan's shoulders, over the broad, strong muscles of his back, dragged up to the back of his neck, where he cupped his jaw.

[modernhawke]

Logan gasped, moving to tuck his forehead under Anders' chin instead of kiss the skin there. His arm snaked around behind Anders' back, able to wrap all the way around his waist and clutch him tightly. His other hand drifted up and down Anders' shoulder and upper arm, rubbing.

He was - god, he could not remember the last time he had been so hard, his boxers too growing damp, and the slide and press of their cocks together was good, was everything, but it wasn't enough.

"Anders," he panted, "Anders, love, please, I - I need-" He whined, pulled Anders tighter against him with his arm, moved his hand down to the waistband of Anders' boxers, all without stopping the desperate thrusting of his hips.

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Anders fingernails bit in just a touch, not hard enough to scratch, he just needed, somehow, to grip Logan tighter. He groaned as the arm circled his waist, pulling him in tighter, nodding over Logan's head.

"Yes, Logan, please." Anders wanted to touch him, to be touched by him. "Anything, love, whatever you need." And maybe that was a dangerous promise, but he couldn't think of a single thing that he thought Logan would actually ask for that he wouldn't want.

He reached down to slide his hand under the back of Logan's waistband, hand gripping a palmful of his bare ass this time, hot, soft skin over hard muscle.

[modernhawke]

"God, you're amazing." Logan mumbled, his voice filled with awe and disbelief. He was just starting to shift both hands down to Anders' hips when he grabbed a handful of his ass, and then that, that was amazing, Anders' hand kneading and touching and holy shit Logan had forgotten what that did to him.

His breath came in soft gasps that quickened as Anders continued to touch him, and his fingers hooked into the hem of Anders' waistband, and pulled them down over his ass in one swift motion. His cock sprung free, and Logan shoved the boxers down as far as he could reach and then abandoned them in favor of wrapping his hand around Anders' length, his thumb catching the pre-come at the tip and spreading it.

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"Let me..." Anders had dropped his legs so that he could help wriggle out of his shorts when Logan's hand closed around his cock and he curled forward, pressing his mouth into the shoulder above him, muffling strangled groan of pleasure.

He let his head fall back onto the bed, panting. "Off." His hands tugged at Logan's own underwear, unable to reach far enough to tug them down. "Both of us. All the way off. Please." That came out a whine as he bucked into Logan's hand

"Please, if I don't get to touch you I'm going to actually die right here in this bed." He kissed Logan's brow, his cheek, his chin in frantic succession.

[modernhawke]

"Well-" Logan huffed, "there's - there's no need to get - dramatic." He was grinning even as he panted, looking smug because yes that was the goal, giving one last twist of his wrist and then letting Anders go so he could yank down his own boxers and kick them off to land somewhere on the floor with the rest of their clothes.

He pulled Anders' shorts the rest of the way off while he was at it. Then he scooted up the bed and knelt by Anders' side. He took himself in hand, stroked a few times, biting his bottom lip to keep from letting out a groan. He raised both eyebrows and grinned. "There. Naked."

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"You know I'm dramatic," Anders muttered as he kicked his way out of his shorts, trying hard not to knee Logan in the face. And then he was kneeling next to him, hand on his own cock, and Anders forgot how to breath.

He let his eyes skate up Logan's body, meeting his eyes, lips parted and red from kissing, flushed and tousled. "Jesus, Logan," he breathed. He sat up halfway, one arm propped under him while the other reached to trail long, nimble fingers along the underside of Logan's cock, eyes tracking his reaction.