Date: 2015-03-25 05:12 am (UTC)
unconfines: (as a broken man;)
From: [personal profile] unconfines
[Something like a hum catches in his throat at the slow drag of fingers against his scalp. It calms something stuttering and panicked in his chest, and for a moment he sets his nose against the skin of Fenris's pelvis, warm and clean, and breathes. He's never been one to accept comfort from anyone; he didn't want it, or seek it, or deserve it, depending on where and who he was. But gentleness freely given is something else, and he stays like that even as he works the trousers down, off, discarded onto the floor behind him, where they're sure to join his in a scandalous pile that someone will have to worry about later, in the morning.

For now, though.

He doesn't mean to hover, but finds he can't help it, once Fenris's cock is free. He lets his eyes flutter shut, hands curling tighter at his hips, and it could almost be an accident, the way Fenris's cock drags against his cheek. His head tilts, and then it's his lips mouthing gently up the shaft, the broad side of his tongue pressing against the slit to taste, his hot and eager mouth closing over the head.]

welcomes you back with blowjobs

Date: 2015-04-24 02:54 am (UTC)
unconfines: (spewing smoke around;)
From: [personal profile] unconfines
[His hands spread against the sheets on either side of Fenris's stomach, just to give him leverage to meet the lift of Fenris's hips with a dip of his head, cock sliding smooth and practiced to the back of his throat. He's pleased to discover that it's a skill you never unlearn, apparently, even after years of reasons and resistance and suffering.

He lets it happen, and for once that unravels something in him rather than tangling it tighter.

A chuckle vibrates through his chest and throat, and he lifts his eyes just enough to meet Fenris's gaze as he draws slowly off with a damp, obscene sound. His lips are red, wet, and curved with amusement, even if the smile is more in his eyes than anywhere else. He cups the base with one hand, lets the tip bump his cheek.]


Do you want me to stop?

Date: 2015-06-24 04:08 am (UTC)
unconfines: (if we bridge this gap;)
From: [personal profile] unconfines
[The illusion of restraint sends a lance of pleasure straight through him, from a tingling in his scalp to a curl of his toes. Coming from anyone else, he may have thrown them off, after everything that's happened, but from Fenris it ignites something low in his belly, sets his heart hammering erratically in his chest. Anders trusts him, a concept that's bizarre and natural at the same time. Trusts him to take care of him, trusts him to listen, to let go when everything is said and done. Anders lets his hips rock up, gives them both the benefit of friction.

Each new moan is becoming more and more difficult to smother; this time he has to bite his lip hard enough to hurt to keep the sound in. He breathes raggedly instead, back arching up off the bed, because that's as much freedom of movement as he wants himself to have, at the moment. Even when his wrists twist in Fenris's grip, it's not enough to break it, or to even come close to trying.]


Keep going, keep— [He makes a soft, frustrated noise as he cranes his neck to kiss, hard and desperate and edged with teeth.] It's fine. I want it.

[The last is a whispered admission, quick and breathless. He wants it, this, him. Because finally, after all this time, he has the opportunity to want at all.]

picks u up into my arms

Date: 2015-12-23 03:56 am (UTC)
unconfines: (now it's coming back;)
From: [personal profile] unconfines
[He's dazed, suddenly cold when Fenris pulls back, but he manages to push himself up to his elbows to track Fenris's movements. Anders's hair is messy and tangled in the back, pupils blown wide, expression slack with confusion; by the time his hazy mind manages to catch up enough for anxiety to start to prickle in his chest, Fenris is back on him again, and it all rushes out with an eager, gasping sigh.

His back hits the bed again, but he doesn't stand a chance this time— his surprised, ragged moan tears out of his throat before he has the chance to muffle it. It's not even loud, still quiet by most standards, but to him any sound is too much. He throws his arm over his face to help keep the rest of it in, bites at the crook of his elbow when vibration bubbles up in his throat.

The fingers of his free hand twist into sheets, and he can feel the little bottle shift with the movement, feels the way oil smears against his side, feels the way Fenris's slick fingers work his nipple into hardness, feels the way Fenris's throat wraps hot and tight and pulsing around his cock. He feels every drop and wants more, sternum arching up towards Fenris's fingers and hips twitching beneath his grip. He wants to thrust, wants to take, and he can't, and his chest feels like it's going to burst.

Fenris always was stronger than him.]

Date: 2016-01-07 01:52 am (UTC)
unconfines: (I'd been wishing I'd forget;)
From: [personal profile] unconfines
[He does. Twitch, that is, in addition to shivering and jerking and gasping, silent, into the pillow. He feels overloaded with sensation, like every second he spent denying himself has caught up to him in this one confusing, thrilling, disastrous moment.

His fingers are in his hair when Fenris makes the request, and he's in the process of piecing words carefully together in a way that isn't embarrassing gibberish when the laughter shakes him out of it. His mouth slants crooked, one eye cracking open, and an answering laugh of his own shakes its way out of his chest.

He swallows, whispers:]


Glad to see you're entertained. [He can't stop his voice from taking on the breathy, wavering timber it does, breath coming and going in slow shudders, but he doesn't let that stop him from sounding smug.] And here I haven't even gotten the chance to tell my joke yet.

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