[ In the midst of the languorous, repetitive way he lets himself be stroked Fenris is dimly aware of Anders's answering press against his arse. So too is he dimly aware that in a previous life such a feeling would be untenable, anathema, this whole helpless attempt at something that isn't suffering. He leaks obediently over Anders's fingers, sticky and aching. Pushes himself a little harder into his fist.
The threads of Anders's voice, so close, seem to want to cradle him as much as his hand. It's okay. It's okay to let go. It's the vague brush of a kiss behind the ear as he does it. These are such simple intimacies, grotesque as they are, and Fenris can feel himself about to split open like a seed. His hips jerk with shallow, irregular urgency, a peculiar reedy sound escaping on a breath that sounds like it's been punched out of his body. A moment arrives where the very last scrap of his wits blows away and suddenly he wants to be kissed so badly he could weep—and then it passes. And everything is a little safer.
Or at least it's safe as it can be when he's reached back for a handful of hip, fingers sunk deep into the place where bone starts to swell into plush flesh, and he's holding tight as they move like there's any honest risk of them separating. It could be enough, maybe. Panting and addled, it's all he can think to give. ]
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The threads of Anders's voice, so close, seem to want to cradle him as much as his hand. It's okay. It's okay to let go. It's the vague brush of a kiss behind the ear as he does it. These are such simple intimacies, grotesque as they are, and Fenris can feel himself about to split open like a seed. His hips jerk with shallow, irregular urgency, a peculiar reedy sound escaping on a breath that sounds like it's been punched out of his body. A moment arrives where the very last scrap of his wits blows away and suddenly he wants to be kissed so badly he could weep—and then it passes. And everything is a little safer.
Or at least it's safe as it can be when he's reached back for a handful of hip, fingers sunk deep into the place where bone starts to swell into plush flesh, and he's holding tight as they move like there's any honest risk of them separating. It could be enough, maybe. Panting and addled, it's all he can think to give. ]