[ Anders wins a bit of exasperated Tevene profanity that nonetheless manages to be excessively soft around the edges. That frustrating thread of humor—what Varric would no doubt call sass—he'd almost forgotten Anders was capable of it, mostly because whenever it came out in the cell it usually meant things were...
They'd gotten bad.
The sharp jut of his hip is wonderfully hot under Fenris's face. He's eager to pretend he's taking a rest from his erstwhile probing, breathing in Anders's skin, stroking him slowly, lovingly, as a mere means of punishing him for his cheek. ]
Is that how you would prefer to pass the time?
[ Skyhold, they called it. Varric had called it their best (only) hope for safety across all of Thedas, and Fenris believes it. Still, there's a part of him that wants to never leave this bed again.
He nuzzles at the root of Anders's cock and the foreign tickle of hair there. Maker, he smells good, perhaps still a bit damp from the bath and before he knows it he's back to prying his thighs apart. He cannot speak because if he speaks he's going to admit to how much he wants to devour Anders in this moment. He cannot allow him the satisfaction, surely. ]
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Date: 2016-11-07 02:55 am (UTC)They'd gotten bad.
The sharp jut of his hip is wonderfully hot under Fenris's face. He's eager to pretend he's taking a rest from his erstwhile probing, breathing in Anders's skin, stroking him slowly, lovingly, as a mere means of punishing him for his cheek. ]
Is that how you would prefer to pass the time?
[ Skyhold, they called it. Varric had called it their best (only) hope for safety across all of Thedas, and Fenris believes it. Still, there's a part of him that wants to never leave this bed again.
He nuzzles at the root of Anders's cock and the foreign tickle of hair there. Maker, he smells good, perhaps still a bit damp from the bath and before he knows it he's back to prying his thighs apart. He cannot speak because if he speaks he's going to admit to how much he wants to devour Anders in this moment. He cannot allow him the satisfaction, surely. ]