[ And to think that Anders would ever like that. To think that Fenris would like that he likes that. A smile twists his lips against his will, defeated by his occupied mouth, when he register's Anders's frustration. A few good sucks and some seconds more and he's pulling off with a sharp gulp of air, round green eyes just slightly reddened and damp with the effort but nothing if not pleased with himself. He bites at the hollow of one hip just to feel Anders twitch. ]
Tell me something. Anything.
[ There's a nagging itch in the back of his mind that reminds him that he's asked Anders that before, desperate to think about anything but what he'd been through previously. Never did he expect to do it again, particularly while nudging a slippery few fingers into the skin just north of Anders's arse.
I like hearing you speak, comes the dim realization, and Fenris chokes unexpectedly hard on a genuine laugh. ]
rolls around in ur arms
Tell me something. Anything.
[ There's a nagging itch in the back of his mind that reminds him that he's asked Anders that before, desperate to think about anything but what he'd been through previously. Never did he expect to do it again, particularly while nudging a slippery few fingers into the skin just north of Anders's arse.
I like hearing you speak, comes the dim realization, and Fenris chokes unexpectedly hard on a genuine laugh. ]