[His breath hitches, a hum caught halfway; old instincts taught from Ferelden's Circle that he never completely unlearned. His hips are rocking forward before he can stop himself, an answering, grinding rhythm. Ten years ago, he would have been appalled at himself for being so needy, so easily distracted, so lacking in finesse. He's hardly thinking that far ahead, now—he's hardly thinking at all now, chasing sensation and friction and warmth.
He can feel Fenris slowly unwinding, even in the way his fingers hang loosely around his wrist. He tries to answer it in kind, presses his lips to the sensitive spot of skin behind Fenris's ear, and murmurs breathy, wordless encouragements, cupping his palm around the slowly stiffening line of his cock. Then his fingers twist, sliding up and back down, this time following the expanse of skin below fabric, where he can grip Fenris more firmly.
Each stroke is deliberately, methodically slow. That much he does focus on, even through the haze of his mind, the restless twitching of his hips. He rolls his thumb carefully around the head each time, languid, encouraging whatever fluid he can to make things a little slicker, a little easier.
It aches. But perhaps it'll be kinder for the both of them, slow and gentle and quiet.]
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Date: 2015-02-03 04:24 am (UTC)He can feel Fenris slowly unwinding, even in the way his fingers hang loosely around his wrist. He tries to answer it in kind, presses his lips to the sensitive spot of skin behind Fenris's ear, and murmurs breathy, wordless encouragements, cupping his palm around the slowly stiffening line of his cock. Then his fingers twist, sliding up and back down, this time following the expanse of skin below fabric, where he can grip Fenris more firmly.
Each stroke is deliberately, methodically slow. That much he does focus on, even through the haze of his mind, the restless twitching of his hips. He rolls his thumb carefully around the head each time, languid, encouraging whatever fluid he can to make things a little slicker, a little easier.
It aches. But perhaps it'll be kinder for the both of them, slow and gentle and quiet.]