Cold.
His fingers were cold against the surface of his stomach, gliding up, baring more skin slowly, slowly. It was nearing winter after all, and the fire was just started. At least the room was warm enough for this, and it was getting hotter with each passing moment.
The other hand moved in the opposite direction, pushing his own thigh down and open, showing himself to his audience.
He was not touching himself there, yet. Just teasing for now.
Fenris cast a glance on the man sitting in the chair at the end of the bed.
A small twitch on the tightly clenched hands on the robes' fabric.
Almost too easy. He should prolong this and make the blonde squirm.
But no, not tonight.
Tonight was the time for repayment, after all.
Eyes closed, mind focused on the sensations his own hands and fingers brought upon himself. And those noises.
Anders' whimpers and whines were loud in his ears.
Fenris gripped his cock tighter, an almost inaudible gasp left his mouth open, throat bared. His other hand moved upwards still, caressing his neck like a lover's fingers would.
Ruffles and then a heavy thud as Anders' pauldrons and robes hit the floor.
He quickened his pace, almost frantic now. His breathing was getting hard, laboured. Heartbeat hammering in his chest. Fenris knew that the mage was jerking off as well, obvious from the moans and pants that were getting louder and more incoherent. The images were pushing themselves into his mind, overwhelming.
It was with a soft groan, barely a croak, of Anders' name, that his climax washed upon him. Only then, he opened his eyes, to watch as the other reached completion.
Inspired by Brelaina at tumblr because we have the same kink of lovers watching each other jerking off. Yep.