Room 322, Saturday Morning

[not_every_mage]

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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[not_every_mage]

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?"

[halfbad.livejournal.com]

"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."

[not_every_mage]

"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?"

[halfbad.livejournal.com]

"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."

[not_every_mage]

"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.

[halfbad.livejournal.com]

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.

[not_every_mage]

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.

[halfbad.livejournal.com]

"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.

[not_every_mage]

"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.

[halfbad.livejournal.com]

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.

[not_every_mage]

"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.

[halfbad.livejournal.com]

"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.

[not_every_mage]

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.

[halfbad.livejournal.com]

"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.

[not_every_mage]

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.

[halfbad.livejournal.com]

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.

[not_every_mage]

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.

[halfbad.livejournal.com]

It was good that Anders still had a head on his shoulders because Nathan was just a mess of incoherent sounds and squirming. He did realize that Anders had his hand now and he realized that his skin felt like it was on fire.

He sucked in breath after breath but couldn't seem to really make himself calm down anymore. So, he just felt himself go. He was pretty sure he shouted or said something but all he could feel was that quicksilver uncoiling in his stomach and his skin tingling all over.

[not_every_mage]

There. Anders' fingers bit down tighter as he coaxed Nathan through the climax, so lost in the moment himself that he couldn't say what Nathan had shouted. A long moment later, he dragged a now-free hand over his mouth and slowly shifted up the blankets to rest his head against Nathan's shoulder.

"Dear Maker," he said, grinning in near-perfect satisfaction. "I, um ... you enjoyed that?"

Possibly a dopey thing to say. Probably a dopey thing to say, in fact, but if there was a dictionary of non-dopey things to say in a moment like this Anders hadn't read it.

[halfbad.livejournal.com]

All Nathan could really manage was a slow nod and turning his body a little more towards Anders. He felt lethargic and drained but good. Very good.

"Yeah," he mumbled, finally finding some words. "I did."

[not_every_mage]

Anders laughed, a high breathless giggle. He was a little sweaty, a little dazed himself, his own need almost forgotten for the moment. "Should have offered that a long time ago," he decided. "I love making you come undone like that."

[halfbad.livejournal.com]

Nathan snickered quietly and sighed, glancing over at him. "That was -- that was really good. Thank you. Thanks."

It sounded trite but he meant it, he really did. "Thank you."

[not_every_mage]

"It wasn't entirely altruistic, you know," Anders warned, and somehow even that sent him into another giggle. Everything seemed warm and light and silly, and he was taking entirely too much pleasure in the sure knowledge he could still do this, that he wasn't a completely terrible lover. "But you're welcome."

[halfbad.livejournal.com]

Nathan stretched and fell back against the bed lazily, sighing.

"I'll make sure to learn quicker so I can do those things to you," he promised. "I'd like to return the pleasure."

[not_every_mage]

"I'd probably like whatever you did," Anders said, squinting up at the ceiling in thought as he rested easily against Nathan. "Unless it involves teeth or ... no, teeth are about the only bad idea I can think of. Though I admit I'm not at my most creative just now."