[ Fenris truly doesn't expect the way his chest tightens when Anders hides against his hip, nor the dissonant crash of pleasure that lances through his belly when he's enveloped in heat and soft lips and wet clever tongue. A choked-down moan shakes out; his fingers spasm minutely, wanting to grip tight, pull and push and pull, but he makes the terrifyingly conscious choice to stay gentle. His knees draw up a little around Anders's ears, as if in self-defense, but it doesn't do a thing to protect either of them from his absent petting or the way his head finally falls back with a hum of wholehearted approval. He gives himself to it, to this, and is past the point of arguing that he's not. ]
I thought—
[ He doesn't remember how he planned to end that sentence.
Anders apparently picks that moment to do something very right and he bucks, one chilly foot planting itself on the small of Anders's bare back quite without his permission. ]
You are absurd.
[ Maker preserve them both, that mutter is almost affectionate. ]
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Date: 2015-04-16 07:20 pm (UTC)I thought—
[ He doesn't remember how he planned to end that sentence.
Anders apparently picks that moment to do something very right and he bucks, one chilly foot planting itself on the small of Anders's bare back quite without his permission. ]
You are absurd.
[ Maker preserve them both, that mutter is almost affectionate. ]