Douglas awoke with a slight moan as hands traveled lightly across his naked body. There was a faint whisper behind Douglas' ear in answer, "I don't recall saying you could go to sleep," followed by a sharp nip to the lobe.
It took a couple of seconds for his sleepy eyes to focus on the now empty side of the bed, Douglas mumbling back, "I'm sorry, love." He wasn't really, Douglas really wanted to know what the mage's plans were and all though sleep wasn't exactly what he had in mind for breaking from the good boy act, it would do for now.
Anders was still behind Douglas, and he pressed the other man over onto his stomach, the rogue resting his head over crossed arms. The mage straddled the firm thighs, sitting upon them with his bare backside. A shiver ran up the man flat on his stomach at the knowledge Anders was also now nude and Douglas glanced over his shoulder to see the blonde for himself. The mage traced the muscles of the well sculpted back; the man beneath him was almost too perfect. Anders smiled, Douglas was perfect for him anyway, just the right balance of grace, humor, defender, aggressor and bad boy all rolled up in one gorgeous package. If Douglas Hawke wasn't the most handsome man in Kirkwall, Anders wouldn't have known any different. All the mage could see when Douglas entered a room was him, and when he was gone he was almost all the blonde could think about. "It seems we have a real problem here, love. You have made me a jealous man, and yet I cannot show it. The demands of your job require I stay the silent, seemingly oblivious, tolerating man in public that I am not. How can you ask me to not want you to shout from Sundermount that you are mine? Declare it from the Viscount's steps? For me not to tell every blighter in the Hanged Man, 'I know he's beautiful, and guess what, he's all mine'? That is asking a lot you realize."
Douglas answered quietly, "I know, love, and I am sorry." The apology was sincere.
"But not only that, I have to endure your constant flirtations and now know what you do sometimes to acquire your information. I don't think you realize how close you both had been to being just smoldering slag on the floor."
Douglas sighed faintly, now was not the moment for the bad boy act. "Love, ever since our return from the Deep Roads, I have only wanted you. I know what the posers in the Hanged Man want, and it isn't me. You have been by my side for over four years, before I was the Champion, before I was even called Serah. You were there when my mother was murdered and my sister taken. When we were just two refugees trying not to starve to death while avoiding Templars. I will never forget that, Anders."
Anders' breath caught, and he swallowed hard. If he had any resentment left over from what he had seen earlier, it was completely gone. The mage continued to idly trace the lines of the rogue's body. Anders tilted his head, seeming to ponder something before saying playfully to prove his anger was gone, "Maybe," he started to scroll his name across Douglas' back with an electrically charged finger, "We should tattoo my name on you somewhere..." Douglas shivered beneath him. "That way even though I have to stand there and pretend you are allowed to wander, whoever sees the tattoo would know the truth." After several passes of his name with the finger, it traveled down to the other man's hip, "Maybe, right here," tracing the lines and writing his name again.
Douglas chuckled, "No one would really see it there, love."
Anders smirked, "Someone would." He was teasing really; the thought of this beautiful skin being marked was almost inconceivable. Sitting up slightly, he wrapped his hands around Douglas' hips, giving them a tug upward, and Douglas maneuvered beneath so his backside was in the air. Anders didn't release the other man's hips, "Or I could," he let magical heat buildup in his hands, "just brand my handprints right on to these beautiful hips." The heat built up to almost being painful, but Douglas didn't move, trusting his man not to truly hurt him. The heat receded, before switching to cold. "But ice could work just as well."
Douglas squirmed slightly, the ice was allowed to build up more than the fire, but it wasn't exactly from pain, and Anders gripped tighter. Douglas smirked, "We both know you aren't very good at playing games, Anders. Maybe you should switch me positions..."
The spell broke, and Anders released one side of Douglas' hips, bringing his hand down hard on one pale, perfect globe with a loud crack. The spank left an instant red mark, and Douglas jumped slightly although he was still smirking. Anders purred back, "You think you are always so in control, don't you?" The hand kneaded the reddened flesh before disappearing for a short time, reappearing lubricated at Douglas' entrance. Two fingers worked their way in slowly. "You think just because I allow you to work me into a frenzy, I couldn't do the same." The two fingers moved in and out, before Anders crooked them, pressing at Douglas' hidden spot, and the rogue let out a deep, rumbling moan. The mage released the other hip, lightly stroking Douglas' already rock hard shaft. "We'll see how quickly you are panting in a second."
Douglas groaned back, "A second? Such bravado has yet to be seen." As soon as Douglas had said the words, a small jolt of electricity shot through his balls and pressure applied to his pleasure spot, and he was thrown into orgasm. His hips shoved backward on the fingers, and he couldn't breathe, only gasping instead. Once he collected enough air in his lungs, he let it back out in an "OH FUCK!"
Anders smirked, still working the fingers in and out while massaging the rogue but he released the length with his other hand, reaching up and trailing his fingers along Douglas' chest and through his seed. "Love, I do believe you have made a mess of yourself. Why did I even allow you to take a bath?" Douglas panted back, his head too fuzzy to come up with a witty retort. "Bravado was it?"
Douglas shook his head, "No, love."
"Hmmm." Anders removed both his hands, sitting back further on the large bed. "I think I just rewarded you for being bad; how are you ever going to learn that way?"
Douglas got his breathing in check, before he pressed up on all fours and turning around toward the mage, and he smirked at Anders. "You want me to be good? What's the fun in that?" He crawled over slowly.
"Did I say you could get up yet?"
Douglas shook his head again, dipping his mouth to the mage's neck and saying against the pale skin, "No, ser." Teeth sank into the exposed flesh after the mage tilted his head further to the side, Douglas worrying the skin like Anders liked. When Anders stretched his neck while they were out and about, it drove Douglas crazy. He would want to nibble and taste, pushing the mage into panting moans while not caring who was watching. Anders started making that delicious sound now, and Douglas wanted to flip him over and send the mage into writhing bliss. Just a little longer, and Anders would be the one begging for mercy for ending him so quickly and taking the edge off.
Anders let Douglas work, glad to be on the bed and propped against an arm. The first time Douglas had found out about his sensitive neck, Anders had nearly melted at the rogue's feet, but since then the man told him what a turn on it was to hear Anders moan. Douglas' breathing increased, and Anders smiled, pulling and pushing away from the other man. "You are bad, aren't you?"
Douglas grinned lecherously, "Absolutely," and went to make another dive at Anders, but the mage dodged, rolling off the bed. With a raised an eyebrow Douglas crawled to the edge, standing up fluidly in front of the other man and stalking after the retreating Anders. "You don't like when I am bad, love?"
"I think the question will be: do you like when you are bad?"
"Another bold statement, sweetheart."
"You forget yourself, love." The evidence Douglas was ready again was proudly displayed, and Anders backed himself upside the wall. Douglas pinned him in with a wide grin, and Anders smiled back, grabbing the other man's shaft and balls with an ice cold hand, sending the engorged blood retreating, and Douglas attempting to do the same.
"Shit, Anders!"
Anders smiled wickedly but asked innocently, "What?" letting the magic leave his hand as he started stroking the now softened member. Douglas growled at him, and tried to take a step back again but Anders didn't let him go. "I didn't say you could go anywhere, and who told you you could get off your knees?" Anders released the rogue. "Start being a good boy and get back on the floor where you belong." Douglas sank back to his knees, he might be underestimating Anders' role in this. He had never brought magic into the bedroom before. Anders ran his hand across Douglas' scalp, "Now tell me, love, what do you want? If you beg nicely, I might give it to you."
Douglas leaned forward, breathing his words against Anders' shaft, "I want to hear you moan, love."
"That wasn't begging."
Douglas looked up, nuzzling Anders' tight curls. "Will you let me pleasure you, love?" His tongue darted out, swiping faintly against the mage's shaft. "I know I've been bad, and I don't deserve to hear such an intoxicating sound," he suckled lightly at the man's sac then placed a gentle kiss, "but I love pleasing you more than anything. Will you let me?" He pulled back, running his tongue along the length, "Please, love?"
Anders cursed himself while saying out loud, "I'm still not quite convinced you are ready to be a good boy and deserve such a treat." The mage had never met anyone who had gotten more pleasure out of pleasing him than being pleased themselves until his first night with Douglas. At the time he thought it was just a proof of skill and pent up sexual tension but as Douglas gained more knowledge of Anders' body he proved it wasn't just a onetime event. Even if Anders hadn't done much during their nights together, he always ended up completely exhausted and unable to move, humming in contentment until he passed out cuddled in his lover's embrace. Anders moved away from the man on the floor, heading back for the bed.
Douglas blinked at the wall; Anders was definitely getting the torturing down quickly. He crawled after the mage. "What do you want of me, love?" his tone was confused and desperate.
Anders' back was still to Douglas, and he smirked, that was more like it. Moving up on the bed on all fours, he lingered with his backside presented to the rogue for a moment before rolling over on his back, replying indifferently, "I told you; I want you begging for mercy."
Douglas stayed on the floor, but sat back on his heels. "But, love, I am begging." Anders ignored him and started to stroke himself while closing his eyes. Douglas whimpered, "Love, please, don't do that. Let me do it." Anders continued to ignore him, picking up the pace of his hand and biting his lip to silence his moans. Douglas clamored up onto the bed, "Anders, please!"
Anders paused, cracking open his eyes to look at his lover. "I didn't say you could join me." Douglas frowned before climbing back off the bed, cold and alone on the floor. Anders resumed the motion of his hand but at a slow pace again, "Tell me what you would do if you were up here with me."
Douglas' eyes opened wide. "Just let me do it for you, love."
Anders growled, "Tell me and do not stop unless I say so."
Douglas swallowed, and his voice was sad and reluctant when it left him, "I would spread your legs," Anders' legs opened before him, and Douglas whimpered again before continuing, "while brushing kisses against your sweet skin. Settling between them, I would nibble and lick at your groin, my mouth working down toward your sac to kiss and suck at your balls." Anders' second hand reached down to fondle his sac. Douglas swallowed again, shaking his head and looking at the floor. "Then my mouth would be replaced by my hand as my tongue made its way up from the base of your thick shaft to the tip. My tongue would swirl around the head, and then while I was looking into your eyes, I would..."
Anders' stern tone cut in, "How rude. Don't you know you should look at someone when you are talking to them?" Douglas closed his eyes tight and swallowed again, before he met amber eyes with his own. Anders was still stroking himself slowly, and his eyes were slightly hazy, where Douglas felt like he could probably start crying or just jump up and take the mage without permission at any second. "Continue."
Douglas locked eyes with Anders, speaking softly, "While looking into your beautiful eyes, I would slowly lower my hot mouth over your silky shaft..." Anders let himself go for a moment to run his tongue across his palm and fingers wetly, and then reaching back down to slowly slide them against himself. "Pinning your hips in place so when my nose brushed against the tight curls at the base that still smell of your bath, I can flex my throat muscles around you. I would moan at the feel of at all, claiming yet claimed at the same time. I would listen to you moan in answer..."
Anders smirked faintly, a good rogue was quick witted and Douglas was a good rogue. Anders closed his eyes, and it didn't take much of his imagination to see Douglas between his legs doing just like he said, and heavy lidded eyes reopened as he moaned for Douglas.
Douglas swallowed, "I would work my way back up just as slowly, my tongue swirling around until I got to the top giving a hard suck before taking you back in quickly and fully, unable to resist having your cock fully in my mouth." Anders didn't even need to be touching himself besides to torment the other man; Douglas was so good with his tongue neither man had to be touching the mage's shaft for Anders to be getting close as Douglas licked his own lips at the thought of the rock, hard member in his mouth. "I would continue to suck and lick you as I reached up to have you wet two of my fingers." Anders wet his own as he would have done if they were Douglas', running them across his lips, his tongue flicking across them before he suckled them. The rogue looked physically pained, but continued, "Once they were thoroughly slicked, I would remove them to tease your entrance." Anders' hand drifted lower, rubbing across himself while Douglas' voice cracked, "The fingers would slip inside you." Douglas let out a tortured groan as Anders' fingers did instead, "And I would slide them in and out in time with my mouth, watching as you start to squirm and pant beneath me, enjoying every little moan and sound that passed from your lips. I would revel in the feel of your scant fingernails on my shoulders, back and scalp." Douglas' eyes drifted closed, "I would have to fight to control myself at the sight of your hair in disarray against a pool of sheets as your mouth and chest gasped for air and I would moan again against your shaft at the glorious sight."
Anders didn't say anything when Douglas stopped looking at him, wanting the man to be doing exactly what he said he would just like he had done so many nights before. Anders own hands were a poor substitute for what he could be having, not that they didn't suffice in a pinch, but when there is a man groaning on the floor for him, how could he not be but torturing them both. Anders asked quietly, "You like watching me, don't you?"
"I love pleasing you myself, and seeing that I am."
Smart boy, Anders smiled at the rogue avoiding another trap. Anders removed his hands from himself and relocated to standing in front of the kneeling man. Anders placed a hand against a pale cheek and Douglas leaned into it, looking thoroughly tortured. Pressing the head of his shaft to Douglas' perfect mouth, the beautiful lips willing parted, taking the aching member in fully, and the talented tongue glided across the throbbing flesh. The raven haired head made a few short, twisting bobs, and Anders let out a contented sigh. "Was this the reward you were seeking for being such a good boy and doing as I asked?"
Douglas hummed in answer, never ceasing the movements of his mouth, but knowing enough to keep his hands where they were. He looked up at Anders, his blue eyes meeting the mage's lust clouded gaze. Anders placed a hand on other side of Douglas' face, giving gentle thrusts of his own. The rogue eagerly accepted, and after each thrust the pace increased along with the depth. Anders was breathing heavily as Douglas increased the suction against the heated flesh, glacial eyes looking up expectantly. Anders withdrew within a couple of thrusts of climaxing and demanded breathlessly, "Keep your mouth open." Douglas watched as Anders' hand replaced his own mouth, a faint whimper falling from his lips at the mage not releasing in his mouth like usual, and within seconds Anders was crying out as his hot seed was shooting across the rogue's face and chest and into his waiting mouth. Douglas was shocked for a second, but his memories recalled a few times where Douglas' orgasm was on the mage's body, or even just Anders' own after they had been together and how sexy the mage always looked. The rogue smiled up at Anders at the thoughts. The mouth swallowed the seed sitting on his tongue after the mage nodded his approval while Douglas wanted the rest that had been wasted on his body. He licked his lips, Anders' hand and shaft clean while the mage still fought for breath.
Anders calmed himself, Douglas breaking into the swirling haze with his mouth again. Anders smiled at his own climax coating the gorgeous, beaming face. Anders didn't think Douglas could get better looking than he already was, but there was something about him being on his knees, looking up at the mage with a radiant smile while covered with Anders' seed. Anders rested his palm against Douglas' cheek again, whispering, "You are so beautiful like this, love." After a few more moments of just looking at each other with Douglas nuzzling the warm hand against his face, long, slender fingers collected the sticky mess from the rogue's face, scooping the dribble on the stubbled chin and bringing it to Douglas' lips who cleaned it off hungrily. Anders said huskily, "You are mine."
Douglas nodded his head. "Yes, love."
Anders rubbed at the seed on Douglas' chest like a lotion, massaging it into the marvelous pectorals flexing beneath his hands. Anders captured Douglas' chin, running his thumb across the lips and finally gave into his own indulgence, "Stand up." Douglas moved to his feet, and Anders loved how his man was slightly taller than him with a more muscular frame but not overly so, and at the moment was completely submitting to his will. Douglas was only a couple years younger than him, and Anders didn't know how he had gotten so lucky to have such a man so completely devoted to him. Anders smiled up at the blue eyes watching him before pressing his lips to the delicious pink ones that still tasted of himself.
Douglas couldn't help but devour the lips beneath his, normally when the men were alone together they did a lot of kissing, but he hadn't been allowed since they first walked in the door. Douglas was beginning to think he didn't like being bad, not when he was denied kissing and touching Anders. He couldn't help but run his hands over the mage's tight body. Douglas could see Anders being very popular in another time, every now again a hint of what the man use to be would shine through before the seriousness of the blight and plight had caught up with him. Douglas couldn't help but wish they had know each other then, but on the other hand was glad they didn't when love and relationships weren't as important; a quick shag upside a tavern wall would be nothing compared to waking up with Anders in his arms every morning. Douglas could no longer count how many times he had gotten distracted by the way Anders swung his staff around during a battle and the way his body moved casting a spell. Although he wished he could claim the four years they had wasted, he did secretly wonder if it wasn't for the best, if something like tonight would have lead to a night ending in boiled over tempers instead of a loving embrace and playful punishments.
Anders broke the kiss, still smiling up at Douglas. The rogue was straining against him, and the man would be close to breaking soon. "On the bed, love. I want your gorgeous ass in the air and your hands behind your back."
