[ What Fenris thinks loudest is that he has earned this. They have earned it. His blood roars, hips twisting against the fleeting firm nudge of that cock, that cock, but then the pleasant weight of him is gone and instead...
Fenris has spent the better part of a year trying as hard as he can not to think about Anders's mouth. Huddled together in the dark, it was always the soft humid puff of breath that did him in, quiet exhortations ticklish against his ear to let go, yes, that's it, oh, isn't that so much better—? Or maybe Fenris only imagined those things, sweet words in a sweet voice. Had they not loathed one another in years past he might've realized how suited to healing Anders was, how capable of nurturing when he wanted to be. But now he's painfully aware of it, the way the warmth of his voice crawls across his senses as thick as honey, trembling and pink and wet and Fenris arches against his lips, unable and unwilling to refrain. He throbs, he purrs in his throat. He's so hard it almost hurts.
The hair he suddenly finds between his fingers is cool and silky with residual moisture; he strokes through it with something he chooses to pretend isn't fast approaching tenderness. ]
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Fenris has spent the better part of a year trying as hard as he can not to think about Anders's mouth. Huddled together in the dark, it was always the soft humid puff of breath that did him in, quiet exhortations ticklish against his ear to let go, yes, that's it, oh, isn't that so much better—? Or maybe Fenris only imagined those things, sweet words in a sweet voice. Had they not loathed one another in years past he might've realized how suited to healing Anders was, how capable of nurturing when he wanted to be. But now he's painfully aware of it, the way the warmth of his voice crawls across his senses as thick as honey, trembling and pink and wet and Fenris arches against his lips, unable and unwilling to refrain. He throbs, he purrs in his throat. He's so hard it almost hurts.
The hair he suddenly finds between his fingers is cool and silky with residual moisture; he strokes through it with something he chooses to pretend isn't fast approaching tenderness. ]