Anders arched his back and moaned as Fenris crouched over the mage's body, running his fingers over the sharply-defined ribs as he lowered his head, tongue darting out to lap at small scars and scrapes. He lovingly laved the pink, puckered flesh from the healing spear wound before swirling his tongue around Anders' navel. Anders curled up a little with a giggle and pressed his hands against the elf's shoulders, but Fenris smiled ferally before sinking his teeth into the tender flesh over a rib.
Anders threw his head back with a gasp, his nails digging into the elf's bare shoulders before starting to move in small, caressing circles, fingertips lightly tracing over raised whorls of scar tissue before slowly trailing down over the elf's collarbones and down to Fenris' chest.
Fenris moved slowly up Anders' torso, alternately nipping, licking and sucking at the pale skin, skirting gently over the fading bruises as his fingers lightly explored scar tissue. He paused over a taut-skinned, white scar directly over Anders' heart and glanced up, an eyebrow quirking upwards in silent question.
"Templars," Anders managed, a little breathlessly. "When Justice and I first joined. He killed them."
Fenris' face clouded slightly. "The templars will not touch you again," he promised quietly. His hands spread out flat across Anders' ribs, and the white lyrium markings surged into life. Anders closed his eyes and groaned as the magic flared into answering life from deep within his bones, racing like liquid fire through his veins and heightening sensation across his suddenly sensitive skin. He was acutely aware of a light breeze cooling the wet trails across his chest as Fenris' tongue lapped at his skin, tasting him.
Fenris paused, his breath ghosting warm over Anders' skin, and then he took a pale pink nipple into his mouth, tonguing and tasting it before teasing the tender flesh between sharp, white teeth. Anders' hands flew up to bury themselves in Fenris' snowy white locks as he bit his lip, whimpering as the elf rolled the other nipple between thumb and forefinger, teasing and pinching it as Anders writhed beneath him, breath hitching in his throat.
Fenris blew gently upon the moist nipple and Anders shivered, eyes closed as he swallowed convulsively. Fenris turned the ministrations of his mouth to the other nipple, and Anders moaned before lowering a hand to his mouth and biting upon the fore and middle fingers to muffle the sound. Fenris let a hand stroke slowly down the bruised torso where bite marks now slowly blossomed into purple roses against the white flesh, his questing fingers pressing lower until they encircled Anders' cock, warm and engorged as desire bloomed deep in the mage's groin, hot and insistent. Firmly the tanned hand grasped the heated flesh and began to stroke it steadily, and Anders whimpered deep in his throat as his hips began to thrust to meet each stroke.
Cupping a hand beneath Anders' head, Fenris rose to his knees, lifting Anders up into a sitting position as he continued to pump Anders' erection steadily with his hand as he bent his head to nip at the mage's throat. Anders willingly threw his head back, baring his skin for the wolf's teeth; Fenris obligingly bit into the soft, yielding flesh, sucking hungrily until he had emblazoned a garland of bloody bruised roses around Anders' throat.
Anders was almost beyond words, held upright only by Fenris' supporting hand and lost to wanton lust. It was only with difficulty he managed to open his eyes. "Please," he begged quietly. "Want you..."
Fenris' hand left Anders' cock to dip lower between his legs, cupping his balls before a questing finger gently probed his perineum, stroking in firm, small circles.
"We need-" began Fenris, but Anders lifted a hand, frowning a little as he drew his thoughts together with an effort to channel enough magic for a grease spell. The palm of his hand began to fill with a clear oily liquid; Fenris dipped his hand in and covered his fingers thoroughly then dropped his hand back down to press his finger gently between Anders' cheeks against his entrance. He let a single finger slip just inside the ring of muscle and then let it rest there whilst Anders slowly adjusted to the intrusion. Lovingly he kissed his way up Anders' slender neck then slowly nipped and kissed his way along the stubbled jaw, Anders panting softly as the elf slowly eased the oiled finger deeper inside.
"Good?" murmured Fenris as he softly bestowed small kisses across Anders' cheek then sucked an earlobe into his mouth, worrying it between his teeth.
"Ye-yes... oh, Maker," breathed Anders as Fenris probed deeper inside then curved his finger ever so lightly just so and touched the tender, sensitive place inside. Fenris smiled as he kissed his way back towards Anders' chin then swirled his tongue teasingly over the mage's soft pink lips as Anders tried to catch his mouth with a kiss. Fenris pulled his face away slightly, gently withdrawing his finger then pushing it back inside as Anders groaned, half with want and half with frustration. Fenris smiled then claimed Anders' lips once more with a kiss, probing his mouth with his tongue even as his finger pressed firmly deep inside Anders once more. Anders canted his hips to take more of Fenris' hand deep inside; slipping his finger almost all the way out, the elf added his middle finger and pressed both digits inside, curling them inwards and back as he drew his hand out before thrusting in again.
Anders was slowly moving his hips to meet each thrust, eyes dark with desire as he gazed up into Fenris' emerald green eyes. He was losing himself in that enigmatic gaze as surely as his body was surrendering itself to the sensations rippling through him, heat coiling deep in his belly as his cock dripped pre-cum onto his abdomen. He panted then moaned into Fenris' hot, wet mouth as the elf gently scissored his fingers deep inside Anders, slowly stretching him.
They lay like that for some time, Fenris keeping up a slow, steady pace as he eased his fingers out of the mage's body before pressing them deep inside Anders' tight, hot depths, each little "come hither" stroke of his fingers across the mage's sensitive spot bringing the apostate that little bit closer to losing himself until Anders could bear it no more. "Need you inside," he begged.
Fenris nodded, withdrawing his fingers and reaching for Anders' hand, coating his tanned skin in more oil before anointing his own engorged member. He moved slightly to place himself between Anders' thighs, then carefully pressed the head of his cock against Anders' entrance, drops of pre-cum beading the glans and oozing from the slit. He pushed gently into Anders until the head of his cock had eased passed the tight ring of muscle, then paused, watching Anders' face whilst the mage adjusted to the larger girth now stretching him. Anders swallowed, closing his eyes as he accustomed himself to the slight burn, willing his body to relax and accept Fenris' member, then he nodded as he looked up into Fenris' eyes, signalling he was ready.
Sliding his hands beneath the mage's knees, Fenris lifted Anders' hips then slowly thrust himself into the mage's willing body until his whole length was buried deep inside. Then leaning forward upon his hands either side of Anders' head, the mage's cock pressed against his stomach, Fenris began to thrust steadily into the apostate as Anders canted his hips further and wrapped his shapely white legs around the elf's dusky body, crossing his ankles against the small of Fenris' back against the knot of lyrium brands that met there, pulsing with light in time to their heartbeats. Slowly they settled into a rhythm.
Anders rocked his hips to meet each thrust, levering himself against Fenris' back. Fenris began to thrust harder and deeper, shifting slightly to change his entry angle; he was rewarded by moans and soft cries as each thrust brushed against Anders' prostate, sending pulses of pure sensual pleasure through him with each stroke. As Anders' breath quickened, Fenris' pace slowly increased until Anders was snapping his hips up to meet each downward thrust with increasing urgency.
Fenris could feel himself rapidly approaching the brink himself, and shifting his weight to one hand he slid the other hand between their hot, tight-pressed bodies, slick with sweat, and curled his hand about Anders' cock once more, squeezing and tugging until Anders cried out, throwing his head back as his body was wracked with uncontrollable shudders. He came, hot and wet, all over Fenris' hand, the thick ropey strands smeared between their bodies as Anders panted.
The sight of Anders utterly undone was enough to send Fenris over the edge, and soon he followed with his own climax, groaning loudly as he came deep within the mage with a spurt of hot, wet seed as his movements stuttered, rhythm falling away until they were clinging to each other, slowly rocking as their hearts pounded, breathing hoarse and ragged.
Anders opened his eyes and stared up at Fenris as he gradually managed to catch his breath. He opened his mouth to say something, but Fenris covered his mouth with one warm, firm hand.
"You talk too much," he said dryly.