Room 322, Saturday Morning

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Anders started his Saturday morning in the usual way: Lying in bed, half-eaten muffin on the night stand, with a book laid carelessly aside and a cat on his chest. He broke off bits of muffin with one hand while he stroked the cat with the other, carrying on a lively conversation the whole time.

"... so the Templar said, 'that wasn't a ser, that was my sister,'" he concluded, and laughed at his own joke as the cat mrowled. "Oh, Lachlan, hush. You just don't appreciate humor, that's your problem. If you weren't such a fierce hunter you'd have no use at all. But you took down that beetle the other day like it was nothing, so I'm sure you'd be a great mouser if this place had mice. Or if the gremlins didn't eat them all. I've never been quite sure what they lived on."

Lachlan yawned, and Anders cooed over it.

"That was easily the most adorable yawn in the history of the world," he said, swallowing his muffin. "I'm almost certain you've been practicing to get them even cuter. Is that what you do when I'm in class, practice ways to be adorable so I don't lose interest and turn you into a hat?" The cat stared at him, impassively. "Our little chats are always so one-sided. I wish you could tell me what you're thinking."

Lachlan poked out a pink tongue and delicately licked his lips, then, in a surprisingly deep voice, said, "I think you should stop talking at me and clean my litterbox instead."

And that was where Anders knocked the book, the muffin, and very nearly the cat to the ground in surprise.

[OOC: Cracked door, open post. Gets NSFW in the comments.]

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Anders kept his hand where it was but glanced up, meeting Nathan's eyes. "All right?" he asked in a voice that was barely more than a breath.

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Nathan nodded though it took him a few moments to find his voice.

"Just...slow," he mumbled, licking his lips. He knew he didn't want Anders to stop but he also didn't want to get too overwhelmed too quick. "Just nothing too quick."

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"Nothing quick," Anders echoed between thick breaths, watching the movement of Nathan's mouth. "I ... yes. And we should roll over so I'm not just jabbing at you."

Not that he wasn't enjoying what he could feel, but it wasn't an angle likely to lead anywhere.

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Nathan nodded but didn't immediately move. He was just going to take a second to enjoy himself before he finally rolled away and onto his back, breathing in, breathing out.

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Anders watched him breathe with something akin to pride before rolling to the side and straddling Nathan. He admired the view for a bit before he traced a fingertip along the line of Nathan's jaw then followed it with a line of kisses, lips lingering over Nathan's throat on a slow path down toward his chest.

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"Didn't expect this today," Nathan said somewhat inanely. He laughed quietly and couldn't stop himself from sliding a few fingers through Anders' hair and down to his neck.

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Anders made a quiet, satisfied kid of noise at the touch. "Wasn't written on my to-do list either," he admitted, resting his head where he could hear Nathan's heart. "But it's definitely an improvement on talking to my cat."

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Nathan lay there silently for a moment before asking, "Everything sound okay there?"

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Anders raised his head enough to smile.

"In my very important medical opinion" -- which was punctuated by a light trace of Anders' fingers down Nathan's ribs -- "yes, I think you're fine. Were you worried?"

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"Well, I still don't know how different I am," he said, raising an eyebrow and trying not to smile. He sounded amused though. "Maybe I've got two hearts in there."

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"Doesn't everyone?" Anders asked, then spoiled his feigned blankness by laughing. "Just one, I think. But wouldn't this be a completely terrible time for us to figure out that we're different in some important way?"

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"It would be the worst time," Nathan agreed, nodding. "Unless someone's been lying to me, there's no real drastic difference in me. If there is, I'll wait till later to figure it out."

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"And people from my world are like people from yours from what I can tell," Anders said, voice slightly muffled against Nathan's belly. "So we shouldn't have any surprises."

He slid his hand under Nathan's waistband to give the flesh there its first proper -- if still light -- stroke.

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Nathan hissed and his eyes widened but he didn't go flinging Anders off him or anything. It wasn't an entirely new sensation since he was a boy and he had hands but someone else's hands there?

That was new and Nathan couldn't stop a slight shiver from happening.

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Hissing and shivering were exactly the kind of reaction Anders had been hoping for, and he couldn't avoid his own little shiver of sympathy and arousal in response.

He moved his hand again, settling into a slow and deliberate rhythm and watching Nathan's response before he did anything more.

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"Feels good," Nathan mumbled because what else could he say? Everything else would be the same sentiment. Instead, he settled for trying to control breathing that wanted to spiral out of control quickly.

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"I wanted it to," Anders said, which was also probably fairly self-evident but this wasn't exactly a situation that required cleverness from either of them.

There was a hitch in his breath when he finally pushed Nathan's pants and underthings out of the way and lowered his head, giving things a look of admiring lust before he finally kissed the very tip.

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Nathan -- he was just going to bite down on his lip and try not to squirm right off the bed. That was easier said than done and he felt a little embarrassed at it being due to such a light touch.

"Sorry," he mumbled, trying to move back to where he'd been.

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"Do I have to hold you down?" Anders asked as he repositioned himself, though he wasn't really bothered in the slightest. He was flushed with excitement and rather obviously pleased with himself for having caused that reaction.

He wrapped a firmer hand around Nathan's shaft and lowered his head again, just holding the head in his mouth.

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"Please don't," he mumbled, squirming again but managing to not get too out of control this time. He realized he was holding his breath and let it go in a loud exhale.

Goosebumps appeared on his shoulders and down his arms. He licked his lips.

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Anders could have answered, but he was happy with what he was doing with his mouth and it seemed a shame to interrupt it when they could talk anytime. He hummed a bit, agreeably, and settled into a slow rhythm. His spare hand rested on Nathan's hip, lightly gripping at the skin.

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"Oh my god," Nathan said, letting the words slip out without even realizing it. His eyes snapped shut and his hips wanted to arch up and move but he also knew that if he did that, he'd jostle Anders and the positions might make it awkward.

So, he stayed still, whimpering a bit and feeling his skin heat up and his body tense and coil in new and interesting ways.

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Anders groaned as he imagined the way the tension he saw in Nathan's body must feel, so similar to the buzz building under his own skin. Every fiber of his being was focused on this project of trying to get Nathan to fly -- but not too soon, and not too abruptly.

His fingers flexed against skin as he took in more length, moving slowly for his sake as much as Nathan's.

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If Nathan could have formed words, he would have been thankful for the slowness. As it was, he just moaned and grabbed at the sheets on the bed. It gave him something to grab and focus on and maybe provide a little more time for him to enjoy this before he couldn't stop himself from coming apart.

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Anders was breathing heavily as he groped upward, blindly grasping at Nathan's hand. He wanted to be right there when Nathan fell apart --and after, to help put the pieces back together.