Nightclub District, Limbo City, Tuesday Evening

[not_every_mage]

Anders wasn't always much of a dancer, but something about the stickiness of summer had him wanting to lose himself among strangers and move to the kind of music he could feel through his whole body. He dressed in a sleeveless shirt and dark fitted jeans after work, hair loose around his face, and collected Dante for a minor adventure.

"Where should we start?" he asked his companion. "I might be able to get on the guest list at the place across the street. The manager had this rash..."

[OOC: For the boy, please!]

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[rebelseekspizza]

And how could Dante resist, at this point?

He slid down Anders' body while his eyes were still closed. Didn't hesitate, not even for a moment, in sliding Anders' dick into his mouth.

He just needed to taste it.

[not_every_mage]

"Oh sweet Andraste," Anders swore, shivering in pleasure. His shoulders shifted, as if he wanted to grab Dante's head and didn't quite remember that he couldn't. "I love your mouth."

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante would have laughed, but-- well. He hummed around Anders' dick instead, taking him as deep as he could go.

Pulled back, a moment later, mischief in his eyes as his tongue played with the head.

[not_every_mage]

Anders felt like his whole body was an exposed nerve ending, and the way Dante used his tongue took the pleasure almost to the point of pain. He drew a few shaky breaths before meeting Dante's eyes.

"Perfect," he whispered, and he didn't just mean the blow job.

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante's mouth curved.

He pushed in all the way one more time. Twice. Three times...

Maybe a little longer than that.

Before he pulled back.

[not_every_mage]

Stopping like that was just mean. Anders whimpered in frustration and gave Dante a pleading look.

[rebelseekspizza]

"You're enjoying yourself too much," Dante said, voice low as he slid up to hover over Anders. "Pretty sure I was supposed to make you behave..."

[not_every_mage]

"I'm behaving," Anders protested, voice grainy with desire. "I'm lying right here, letting you do whatever you want."

[rebelseekspizza]

"Is that that beggin' look I just saw in your eyes?" Dante said, his palm smoothing over Anders' forehead. "Letting me do what I want?"

[not_every_mage]

"Uh-huh," Anders said, biting his lip. The brush of Dante's legs against his was almost too much to bear.

He swallowed. "Is that what you want me to do? Beg?"

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante leaned in, his lips brushing against Anders' ear. "What do you want?"

[not_every_mage]

Anders considered resisting for almost half a second, but his need was too strong.

"You to fuck me," he whispered back. "And don't be gentle."

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante chuckled softly.

And kissed him, fiercely, holding nothing back.

[not_every_mage]

Anders returned the kiss, just as passionate, pulling against the bindings at his wrist as his mouth and Dante's devoured each other.

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante was panting by the time he pulled back. Couldn't resist giving Anders's bottom lip one last nip, actually.

"Yes," he murmured.

He leaned away for a moment.

When he came back, he'd scooted a little ways down; he pushed Anders' legs up.

[not_every_mage]

Anders lifted his legs at Dante's touch, letting them fall open as he did. His eyes stayed trained on Dante's face, and his lips were red and puffed from the kiss.

[rebelseekspizza]

"You're fucking beautiful, you know that?" Dante murmured.

He slid two wet fingers behind Anders' dick and pressed them in. Slowly.

[not_every_mage]

"So are you," Anders said, and the "oo" in you trailed off into a long, satisfied sigh as he felt Dante's fingers move inside. "Most beautiful man I ever knew."

[rebelseekspizza]

"I'm going to remember that one," Dante said softly.

His fingers were soft, but efficient. Opening Anders up, not... trying anything else.

Instead he left kisses all over Anders' chest, their placement somehow without rhyme or reason.

[not_every_mage]

"Please do," Anders said, melting under the kisses and caresses. "Want you to ... always know it."

It was getting harder to talk, and his next "Please" meant something else entirely.

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante leaned back one last time, taking care of himself, yeah, but also just... looking at Anders. Taking in the softness of his hair, his wiry muscle, the warmth of his skin.

Then he stretched over Anders again and pressed himself in.

[not_every_mage]

And there it was, that familiar burning pleasure only Dante gave him. Anders whimpered softly, greedily, and his legs closed fast about Dante's hips. His prick pressed against Dante's belly, and that alone was almost enough to make him come.

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante muffled a groan into Anders' neck, pressing kisses against the skin. He bottomed out and held there, lingering.

"Feel so good," he whispered. Tight and warm all around him, fuck. He shifted, hips moving in a shallow thrust.

[not_every_mage]

"You too, darling," Anders whispered in return, hips moving to match Dante's. He lifted his chin to nip at Dante's neck.

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante sighed softly, choosing not to go fast, not yet-- just to pull Anders into a slow dance for a while, like the club, hips moving in slow waves into him.

"'m gonna free up those scarves," he murmured. "I miss your hands."