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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[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."

[halfbad.livejournal.com]

"No teeth," he murmured, snickering. "Got it. I'll be sure to not use teeth. Or anything sharp. Promise."

[not_every_mage]

"Mmmm. And if you normally go around with acid or hot sauce in your mouth, which I'm almost certain you don't, you might want to spit that out," Anders suggested, elbowing Nathan to show he was joking. "But I like the giving, too. I didn't just do that in hopes you'd do the same for me."

Not that he'd turn down an offer, but he figured that went without saying.

[halfbad.livejournal.com]

"I know," he murmured, smiling over at Anders. "But I want to. So, I'm going to. That's what I want."

[not_every_mage]

"And I want you to get what you want," Anders said, smiling back and tracing a thumb over Nathan's lips. "So that works out nicely."