not_every_mage | Chez Dante & Anders, Limbo City, Monday Morning

Chez Dante & Anders, Limbo City, Monday Morning

After two weeks of luxury, coming home felt strange. On the one hand, having to pick his own socks off the floor and pour his own cereal into the bowl felt even more burdensome than usual.

On the other ... it was nice not to have to worry about getting hauled into whimsical alien jail if the person he had been mistaken for showed up. That made up for a lot of annoying daily chores.

He'd done some laundry that morning, with only a few giant sighs along the way, and lugged the basket into the living room to fold while he watched some soothing TV. The first channel he turned on was showing a special about imaginary animals, which was enough to have him sighing at the screen even more loudly.

"Why is everything mythical here?" he asked thin air. "It's probably for the good of everyone they don't have to worry about dragons, but they should at least have a few phoenix or deepstalkers somewhere."

[OOC: Open for calls, the housemate, etc.]

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"It's not like anybody's here who's going to give us shit for leaving it laying around," Dante said, sounding amused, and then breathless, because mm, teeth.

His hand slid up the back of Anders' shirt, pushing it up. "Laundry break. That's a thing now."

"I'd folded almost half of a quarter of the stuff anyhow," Anders said as he rucked his shirt the rest of the way over his head. (Moving a little fast, maybe, but he wanted his skin on Dante's and it was suddenly very urgent.) "Practically done."

He'd liked that reaction, so he went in with his teeth again once he was bare-chested, nibbling a neat line up Dante's neck toward his earlobe.

He was rewarded with soft gasps each time his teeth came down, Dante's head dropping back against the sofa, yielding more skin to Anders' mouth. His hands roamed up and down Anders' back. Sometimes with a little scrape of his fingernails, but he was mostly interested in feeling up as much warm skin as possible.

Anders forgot about the world -- the cats, massage school, laundry, the dumb TV show, everything -- as his focus narrowed to Dante's mouth, throat and hands.

He sucked at the latest bite on Dante's throat, wanting to leave his mark. To show he was there.

Dante's laugh was warm and breathless, and his eyes had shut. "Mm, yeah," he groaned, rocking his hips up against Anders'. He was getting noticably hard, Anders' efforts pouring hot tension into his abdomen.

Here was a good place to be.

And Anders' ass was a good place for his hands to travel to.

Anders whispered an affirmation, lifting his hips to grind against Dante's growing bulge. His hand gripped the back of Dante's head, keeping him close as he gave him another burning kiss.

Anders' mouth was one of the top-5 great things about him. It really really really was.

So was his ass, and Dante gave it a firm squeeze before tangling his fingers in an effort to get Anders' pants off while also kissing him back, more rough by the second. He needed more of Anders, and now, and fuck he was overdressed.

He made a noise to that affect against Anders' wonderful fucking mouth.

"Hmm?" Anders said, not that he really needed to know exactly what Dante was trying to say. The message was there in the heat of his mouth and the grasp of his hands.

Anders slid off Dante's lap just enough to jerk his pants off and kick them away before reaching for him again, laughing breathlessly as he tried to tug Dante's shirt off. His skin was all well and good, but he needed Dante's to join the party.

Dante laughed with him, though not without scrambling to help Anders get him out of his shirt. His fingers flew to his fly, tugging it open and shoving his jeans down his hips.

He kicked 'em off to the floor. "Better," he said, gripping Anders' hair and tugging him back in.

"Much," Anders agreed, and thrilled to all the skin on skin as he perched on Dante's bare legs. He rocked slightly when his shaft touched Dante's but kept his main focus on the kiss, hands kneading at Dante's shoulders as their lips and tongues danced.

The movement of Anders' hips was a sweet distraction, though, and Dante gasped softly, his own hips pressing up to feel Anders' length against him again. "Dunno," he breathed, and kissed Anders again, "...If I want you to fuck me..."

And again, fuck.

"... or let you ride me."

"I like the way you look from this angle," Anders said, after a pause during which he did nothing but appreciate the burn of Dante's kiss and the warmth knotting low in his stomach. His hand fumbled down, clumsily stroking them together. "Bet I'd like it even better with you inside me."

Dante sighed, his hand a warm presence on the back of Anders' neck. "Bet I'd get the nicer view," he said, naked appreciation visible on his face as he watched Anders, catching his breath.

Anders smiled down at him fondly, thrilling that he was producing that look on Dante's face. "Maybe," he allowed, and rolled his hips forward to produce a little more friction. "But I'll take this one."

Dante stretched out, one arm groping behind him for the table with the drawers at the end of the couch. (Look, he knew them, he'd left supplies in strategic locations.)

"Anything you want, gorgeous."

He managed to get the drawer open before Anders absolutely compelled him to get his hands back on him, Dante's palms spreading over his hips and traveling up the skin while his hips kept moving.

The light hitting Dante's skin as he moved made him look almost golden, and Anders couldn't look away from the smooth flex of his muscles. "You're the sexiest thing I've ever seen," he said.

He kept moving against Dante while he leaned toward the drawer to snag the little tube Dante had been going for. Arousal had his fingers clumsy; it took a few tries before he managed to actually get it out of the drawer. He squeezed a line of the lotion onto Dante's shaft and rubbed it in, getting some on himself as he did.

Dante let out a soft laugh, his mouth twisting into a smirk full of intent. He reached for Anders, wrapping a hand around his dick, rewarding his efforts with slow, sure strokes.

"Good to know I'm not getting too long in the tooth for you yet," he joked, and even that sounded dark and full of interest.

"Maybe I like 'em wrinkly," Anders returned, a laugh in his thick voice. He moved forward onto his knees, trying to align himself to take Dante in without losing the wonderful way he was being touched.

Dante's fingers strayed over Anders' hip, gently guiding him - just a little back, just a little down. "That's it," he said quietly. "Fuck, I wanna feel you..."

"I need you inside me," Anders gasped, eyes fluttering shut as he felt Dante's head nudge at his entrance. He swore and pressed down to take him in, letting his body adjust to the familiar stretch and burn.

Dante made a soft noise, looking down at where he pressed up into Anders. The urge to move was strong, but he forced himself not to. Give Anders time... no matter how fucking good this felt.

The movement of his hand faltered, then slowly resumed as he wrenched his attention away from his own dick.

Anders' own impatience won over any desire to ease into things. He took Dante in quickly and rocked forward, pressing his chest against Dante's as his mouth sought out another hungry kiss.

Dante groaned against his mouth, fingers tangling in Anders' hair as he pulled him close. Dragged the kiss out, made it dirty. His hips pressed against the sofa, still trying not to move, trying to let Anders work out a tempo.

But fuck, Anders was warm and tight around him and ngh, he thought he'd stay a while.

Anders whispered something filthy that got lost in the kiss, hands coming to rest tight on Dante's hips. His prick rubbed between their stomachs as he moved to the rhythm that was all theirs.

He wanted to make this last.

Dante's hips jerked up just slightly, trying to get more of him, chasing Anders whenever he moved too far up, away. He found a rhythm with his hand, enjoying how hard Anders felt between his fingers.

His other hand drew aimless patterns on Anders' back.

"That's it," he sighed softly. "You know..."

There was a point in there, somewhere. It was just hard to grasp.

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