Chez Dante & Anders, Limbo City, Monday Morning

[not_every_mage]

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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[not_every_mage]

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.

[rebelseekspizza]

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.

[not_every_mage]

"I know," Anders agreed, though he couldn't have said what he thought he was agreeing to. All he knew just then was the fullness of Dante inside him and the jolts of pleasure shooting through him every time he moved, the way the tug of Dante's hand on his shaft kept pulling groans of pleasure from between his lips.

He pressed to take Dante even deeper, speeding his motion as he did.

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante exhaled a hot breath. He found the solid curve of Anders' biceps, tracing his fingers down Anders's arm.

He looked down, to where he vanished inside of Anders, and groaned softly, tilted his head back up and tried to capture Anders' mouth again. Kissing him roughly, greedily, wanting more of him even though he had no idea if he could.

[not_every_mage]

Anders gave himself over as much as he could, writhing against Dante with all he had. Their tongues danced; he gripped Dante's skin hard enough to leave marks.

"Fuck me hard," he muttered, and then lost himself in the kiss again.

[rebelseekspizza]

"Fuck," Dante breathed, his voice hoarse as he pulled back out of the kiss. "'mma turn us over..."

He couldn't move like they both wanted him to. Not like this. His hands slid to Anders' hips and gave him a little nudge, just to the side.

[not_every_mage]

"Okay," Anders said, voice barely a breath. He rolled the way Dante had pushed him, letting himself fall back on the couch with his legs spread wide as the thrill of pure surrender ran through him.

[rebelseekspizza]

The cold air on his dick was fucking torture. Dante moved quickly, sliding between Anders' legs. He pushed back inside with an audible groan, glad to be home.

He didn't hesitate. He set a rough rhythm, nudging up Anders' leg to make it even easier.

Fuck, he needed this.

[not_every_mage]

Anders needed no encouragement to pull his legs up and back, shins resting against Dante's shoulders. He roughly took himself in hand, rubbing almost frantically as his eyes sought out Dante's.

"That's it," he moaned. "Just like that."

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante whimpered a curse, stretching over Anders, claiming his mouth anew as he let go of all control over his hips. Each harsh thrust took him closer to the edge, leaving him bare to nothing but instinct and deep, overwhelming affection.

His mouth skipped from Anders' and found his neck instead, half-bite, half-kiss.

[not_every_mage]

Anders moaned loudly as Dante's teeth latched onto his flesh, and he let himself fall over the edge. His whole body spasmed as he spilled himself onto their bellies.

[rebelseekspizza]

Anders tightened all around him, and Dante let out an answering moan, pressing himself into it, hips snapping forward fast for more more more more--

--and then he followed Anders down, his face pressed against Anders' skin as he cried out and let go.

[not_every_mage]

Anders let his legs slide down Date's slick sides, body still clenching around him with every breath. He felt a tremendous wave of satisfaction and love sweeping him up to a place where all that existed was Dante's body on his.

"Darling," he said, and it sounded absolutely filthy.

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante laughed softly, more happy and winded than anything else. He pressed a fond kiss into Anders' neck.

"Love you too," he whispered.

[not_every_mage]

Anders beamed at Dante, reaching up to brush his hair out of his face. "I think you actually fucked my brain out," he said. "If you need me I'll be lying right here, not doing anything."

[rebelseekspizza]

"We can do a shower in, oh... five years?" Dante joked, shifting his hips a bit to get more comfortable. "Yeah, five years seems about right."

[not_every_mage]

Anders shifted so he was mostly upright, body still pressed against Dante's. "If you want to just sit here for five years, I'm not going to complain."

[rebelseekspizza]

"Mm, best boyfriend," Dante said, pillowing his chin on Anders' shoulder. "Welcome home."

[not_every_mage]

"Good to be here," Anders said, and by that he meant Dante's arms even more than Limbo City. "And I love when you call me your boyfriend, did you know that?"

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante laughed softly, surprised. "Really?"

He knew it was a big deal to Kathy, but Anders...

[not_every_mage]

"Of course, really," Anders said, also laughing. He sounded slightly less dazed then he had a moment before -- a side effect of trying to put the words together. "I don't think anyone's ever called himself my boyfriend before. Or not regularly, anyhow. At home we'd say lover if we said anything, and mostly we don't talk about it. So the fact you want to say it ... it means something."

[rebelseekspizza]

"It means you're my boyfriend," Dante said, fond if still a little thrown - in a good way. "You're the guy I wanna come home to every day, no matter what else happens."

[not_every_mage]

"I like that," Anders said, nuzzling against Dante's arm. "And for me, you're the one who makes wherever we are feel like home."

A pause. "Look at us getting all soppy and sentimental."

[rebelseekspizza]

"'sokay, Kathy's not here to call us on it," Dante said, winking at him.

He pressed a kiss against Anders' temple.

[not_every_mage]

"I think she knows by now that we're both giant softies," Anders said, tangling his fingers in Dante's hair. "Even if we hide it with our cool, mature exteriors."