Anders nodded at that, releasing him enough that Nate could ease back and twist around, sliding the rest of his clothes down his legs. Retrieving the vial of balm, Anders set it where it could be easily plucked up and used before starting to push himself up and twist around to kneel on the bed.
"No. Not like that." A hand at his hip gently made to guide him to his back again. "You're not an animal, Anders. I want to be able to look you in the eyes. I'm not ashamed to be with you."
Maker, there it was again. He sat there, just looking at the dark-haired man, feeling as though he'd split from his skin with how worthy those words made him feel. A thumb reached up to brush his tears away and he turned his head, laying a kiss inside of Nate's palm. When he finally calmed, he stretched back again, keeping himself propped up just enough to watch what the other was doing.
He knew he needed the balm, undoing that and spreading it over his fingers with his thumb. As he reached to get more, Anders quietly stopped him.
"Just enough to make them slick. That's all you'll need for now. It doesn't bother you, does it?"
He shook his head. "Nothing that's going to distract me."
"All right." Anders shifted his hips, making it easier for Nathaniel to reach him. "You...You'll want to make sure I-I'm ready for you as well." A small part of him couldn't help but be amused at his partner's innocence in this. He was so used to someone that simply took what they wanted. Instead, Nathaniel was looking to him to tell him what it was he wanted.
The balm had helped warm his fingers, that seeming to add to the tentative brush that he felt between his legs. Reaching down with his own hand, he did his best to guide him to where he needed to be touched. The feel of him just circling at his entrance made his breath shaky. It was so much a tease, intentional or not, that he was fighting to keep his hips still.
Soft groans escaped his lips, as much from the attention as watching Nathaniel's expression: curious, hesitant, and yet encouraged by the sounds he was coaxing. Reaching down again, he twined their fingers enough that he could guide him into pressing a little, raising his hips some to meet the gesture.
"Like this?" He couldn't help but suck in a breath as he felt the push of a fingertip inside of him, still circling, though Nate suddenly stopped at the groan he let out. "Anders?"
He gave his hand a squeeze. "It's okay. It's okay," he breathed out, biting his lower lip. "Mmm. Warm." He swallowed. "D-Deeper's o-okay."
"Only if you're sure." When he nodded, he felt Nate's free hand come to rest on his hip, fingers curling there lightly as he pressed further in. It was another sensation that should have frightened him, having been pinned down like that before, and yet being able to watch Nathaniel and know he wasn't forcing this on him took his fear away.
As he felt Nate's finger press further in, he drew in several breaths, rocking his hips enough to help ease the ache that came with it. Guiding their still-joined hands, he urged him to begin thrusting, letting him grow comfortable with the action before starting to answer it with motions of his own. Feeling him picking up the pace had Anders groaning, his breathing quickening as well.
Still, it wasn't enough. His body wanted more. Truly wanted more, not the betrayed feeling of arousal some of the templars seemed to view as consent. He felt flushed, the heat of his skin burning all the way to his cheeks. And yet, it wasn't the sting of embarrassment. There was relief in this as well.
"More, Nate, please. Please." The breathy words came out in time with his hips rocking up further, the motion pressing the rogue's finger even deeper inside of him.
"More? How-?"
Anders held up two fingers, watching those grey eyes widen.
"That won't-"
He shook his head. "Not as long as you're careful."
As if he had any doubts about that. He took care to keep his moans quiet, not wanting to worry Nate into stopping. His hips moved in concert with the press of his hand, the other starting to brush his side and leg, the touch warm and soothing. Between the two of them, he was stating to feel comfortably filled, an easy build up of tension coiling in his stomach. What made it even better was that he could look up into Nathaniel's face and see the gentle desire in his eyes. That alone had him groaning with pleasure, though it was the next feeling that left him wide-eyed and gasping. A firm thrust had pushed Nathaniel's fingers deeper, causing the tips to brush well inside of him, reaching a spot that bucked his hips and pulled a surprised noise from his throat.
"Anders?" He could feel Nate was on the verge of withdrawing his hand.
"Nonono. Don't. Don't," he panted. "It's okay. That-Oh, Maker." He could feel himself tense and twitching.
There was actually a smile playing on Nathaniel's lips, it being blatantly obvious what he just done had felt good. Another press and he was trying to reach it again; trying and succeeding. Anders whimpered as he was teased, feeling the tension starting to build again. He fought to keep his hips still, but it was becoming too difficult. It was as if they were writhing of their own accord, all of his control lost to that one little spot inside of him.
His head was starting to feel light, a flush crawling all over his skin. Below his stomach, that knot was getting tighter, taunting him with how close he felt. His fingers twisted around the blankets, helping him resist the temptation of reaching for what he wanted. Pleasure was given, not taken.
Thank the Maker that Nathaniel had gotten good at reading him, and it was no different here in the bedroom. He felt a hand wrap around him, pulling along his length and making his lower body jerk. Encouraged by the sounds that caused, Nate started a slow, if erratic, stroke that had Anders biting his lip and moaning even more. The rogue also caught him further worrying the covers, letting out a soft laugh.
"Why not put those hands to good use?" he chuckled.
"You...want me to?"
Another laugh. "Aye. It'll be easier. And probably better for you."
Bringing a hand up, he twined fingers with him again, the two of them sharing the motion until Nate's hand slipped away to his hip again. Between the motions of the two of them, his vision was starting to spark, a low keen constant in his throat. His pleasure kept building until he found himself right on the edge, caught between the dual sensations that finally pushed him over.
Back arched and crying out Nathaniel's name, his entire body trembled with the release that washed over him. Panting as the tension bled from his muscles, he fought to blink his vision into focus. And what a sight: Nate crawling upward to lay light kisses against his parted lips. Breathless as he was, he returned them, reaching a hand up to slip his fingers into dark strands of hair.
"Maker, I had no idea you were so passionate." Nathaniel nuzzled his neck, giving him more time to catch his breath.
Anders nuzzled back. "Only because it was you. Only for you."
Another chuckle. "I'm honored."
Feeling him settle close, Anders let out a soft, worried noise. "Don't. You'll-" He reached down between them, brushing at his stomach, though it was too late.
Nate glanced down and then back up to him. "Tch. Messy. What am I going to do with you?"
Anders barely caught the grin that tipped up the corners of the other man's mouth, being worried over his teasing. Swallowing, he took a breath before raising his eyes to meet Nathaniel's. "Whatever you...desire, I would imagine."
Warm lips pressed against his own, making him purr. When they parted to catch their breath, he felt a finger trail down his cheek.
"I want what we started. If I can make you feel that good with my hands, I only hope to make you feel better when we're together."
"I don't think you'll have anything to worry about there." Anders tipped his chin up and brought their lips together. Reluctantly parting, he brought his hands to Nathaniel's shoulders urging him back and to his knees. Following him up, Anders let his fingers brush down the planes of the rogue's chest, gasping quietly when he felt his hand caught up. A relieved sigh escaped his lips as they were brought up to a set of nibbling teeth and subject to gentle tugs from a pair of lips.
"You need to stop startling me," he murmured. "I'm always afraid you don't like what I'm doing."
"That won't ever happen. You don't have to worry about that."
"No?" He arched a brow, feeling a little bold. "Even if I tickled you?"
He found his expression mirrored on Nathaniel's face. "Somehow, I don't think you would."
"Hmm. You're right. What if I did this instead?" His free hand roamed downward, fingertips lightly trailing down Nate's length, making his breathing hitch.
"No. Definitely no worries there."
Letting out another thoughtful sound, Anders freed his other hand and reached for the vial that was still nearby. Undoing it, he let the contents slip out, coating his fingers and palm, which he started sliding up and down the firm shaft that twitched beneath his touch. Nathaniel's eyes slipped closed and a wanting groan passed his lips. Given the way he felt, he'd clearly been enjoying what he'd just been doing. Not wanting to tease too much, he merely made certain he was slick enough before starting to lean himself back once again.
Nate followed, actually, lowering himself down for another kiss. While doing so, he skimmed his hand down Anders' side to his thigh, sliding to the inside to urge his legs further apart. Easing back a little, he guided the two of them together, hesitating a moment as he just pressed against him. Turning his gaze up to try and reassure his partner, Anders realized why he'd paused.
Their eyes met for only a heartbeat, until his head tipped back, a groan escaping his throat. A similar sound echoed from the dark-haired man, whose eyes were pinched shut as he eased the two of them together.
Once he could feel Nathaniel fully inside of him, he carefully brought his legs up around him, both of them groaning at the slight change in position. Squeezing a little, he brought his lips close to Nate's ear, smiling as he waited for him to catch his breath after a sharp gasp.
"I'm yours, Nathaniel," he whispered, feeling the shiver that ran through the other man. Swallowing around the lump that had settled in his throat, he continued. "You are the first and only man I freely give myself to and I could not ask for a greater blessing to have come into my life than you."
He felt the press of lips against his shoulder, then against his cheek, and finally his lips. "I am honored that you feel that way, Anders," was whispered back. "And I promise you, I will never do anything to break that trust."
A smile came to his lips at those words. "I know."
Another squeeze, this one more of a hug, and he groaned, feeling Nate finally start to move. The pace was slow at first, the motion being foreign to the other man. It lent an air of tenderness to their actions as well, a warmth filling him that was more than the flush from what they were doing.
Reaching up, he twined his arms around the rogue's neck, drawing him down into brief kisses, broken up by his gasps whenever he felt another thrust. There was no rush in the motions, just gentle rocking that let the tension between them build slowly. As Nate grew more confident, the pace did begin to pick up, his hand moving to skim down Anders' side, helping him to change the angle of his hips. That let his thrusts press deeper, becoming even more filling, which had the mage groaning into his shoulder and neck.
Anders' breathing caught as he felt a brush against that spot inside of him again. He managed to keep his hips still, but there was definitely a twitch in other parts of his body, his muscles starting to grow tense again.
"Oh, Maker," he breathed, hearing a gentle chuckle. The pace was picking up once again, brushing against him even quicker and making his back arch further. "Na...Nath...an...iel," he groaned. "Maker, don't stop. Don't stop." His breathing was growing just as shaky as his muscles, whimpers punctuating each one. His hold on him tightened, almost pulling the two of them even closer together.
His pleas became more frequent, more desperate as tension began building through his body again. He could hear Nathaniel panting, feel the tremble in the arms framing him. Sliding his hands down, he kept one wrapped around Nate's back, the other slipping around to rest, even for just a moment, over Nathaniel's heart. As he was drawing it away, he felt fingers wrap around his own, both of their hands going to the bed, joined together with a warm squeeze.
A choked cry pulled from Anders' throat, Nathaniel's name coming out along with it, his hold tightening as his head tipped back. His whole body shuddered, tension bleeding away from his muscles in a wave of bliss. As he relaxed back to the bed, he looked up and had to muffle the sob that threatened to come out with his gasp.
His own pleasure has brought Nate to the edge, he could see it in the tightness of his features. Eyes opening against the sensation, there was no missing the haze of pleasure in them, and yet, they still saw him. Not just a warm body to sate and urge, but him. A smile pulled at the brunette's lips for a heartbeat before his own release had him gasping almost in time with the bucking of his hips. Feeling the tremble in Nathaniel's muscles, Anders gently tugged him down, welcoming the warm weight on top of him.
One hand still twined in the rogue's, the other combed lazily through the other man's hair, fingertips teasing at the back of his neck. Nate groaned softly, nuzzling the mage's neck and laying kisses against his shoulder. After a few minutes, though, he drew back, pushing himself up.
"Nath-Nate?"
No reply until he felt his lips captured in a deep kiss that stole breath and warmed his chest to the core. When they parted, both of them were breathing heavily and wore smiles that wouldn't fade. Anders gently urged the two of them apart, tucking into Nathaniel's hold once they were settled again. He felt an arm curl around his back and lips brushing at the crown of his hair. Closing his eyes, he let out a content sigh, feeling a squeeze in response.
"I hope you never doubt your worth again, Mage," came mumbled out in a sleepy rumble. "You'd wear me out if you did it constantly."
He laughed softly. "It's enough you're with me, that you accept me." He laid a few kisses on the other's lips. "That's all that matters to me. I realize that now."
"Good. Make sure it stays that way." He could feel a smile against his lips. "And in return, I'll make sure to be here for you, always."
Smiling himself, Anders drew Nathaniel into a kiss that slowly grew heated, leaving the two of them breathless when they parted. Twined in each others arms, he nestled close once again, warm, safe, and he knew without saying, loved.