[ A shuddering sigh rushes out of him. He pushes his hips into the touch—nearly automatic, spurred by a southward deluge of blood he didn't know he still had at the precious solid slide of Anders's hand. It is soothing. That's maybe the strangest thing about it. Anders is above and behind, a cozy weight against which to brace. Under Satina's vague light sifting through the barred window, under Anders's whispering mouth, he imagines something almost like a healthy flush tinging the tips of his ears.
He cannot continue like this, doing nothing but take and take. The shame of weakness—and the guilt of his selfishness—are more than he can bear. But it doesn't stop him now. He shifts minutely, an effete squirm of his lower half, warming, thickening in the thin linen of his breeches. The hand not clutching bunches of tattered apprentice robes skates over Anders's wrist as if to stop him but it doesn't, it can't, it just rests there on the knob of bone until Anders touches him in a way that makes his fingers twitch. He doesn't know whether to push forward or back, but he chooses back: a desperate grind of his hips against a waiting, warm lap.
It feels good to forget. For a while. Fenris bites his lip for fear that saying anything will cause this moment to shatter as suddenly as it came, lets his eyes slip shut, breathes deep and slow and tremulous instead. ]
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Date: 2015-02-02 10:50 pm (UTC)He cannot continue like this, doing nothing but take and take. The shame of weakness—and the guilt of his selfishness—are more than he can bear. But it doesn't stop him now. He shifts minutely, an effete squirm of his lower half, warming, thickening in the thin linen of his breeches. The hand not clutching bunches of tattered apprentice robes skates over Anders's wrist as if to stop him but it doesn't, it can't, it just rests there on the knob of bone until Anders touches him in a way that makes his fingers twitch. He doesn't know whether to push forward or back, but he chooses back: a desperate grind of his hips against a waiting, warm lap.
It feels good to forget. For a while. Fenris bites his lip for fear that saying anything will cause this moment to shatter as suddenly as it came, lets his eyes slip shut, breathes deep and slow and tremulous instead. ]