NOTE: This drabble carries an "M" rating.

It had been Anders' idea.

"That leather skirt of yours is distracting," he said, sipping his ale and then leaning back in his seat. "You should wear it all the time, except when you're naked."

"Like your robes, then?" Nathaniel said, arching an eyebrow.

"I'd say yes, but I'm sure my robes don't look as nice on me as that skirt does on you. Or, well, what it doesn't cover." His eyes drifted down to Nathaniel's thighs.

Nathaniel begged to differ - it really depended on what robes Anders was wearing. Instead he smirked, and pushed his drink away. "Like them that much, do you?" he said, lowering his voice that much more so Anders had to lean in closer to hear what he was saying.

"Let me show you how much," Anders whispered.

They hadn't bothered to push the fur bed cover back, and that was something Nathaniel appreciated back in the corner of his mind. He loved the mix of sensations - the fur on his feet and legs, Anders' skin against his, the cold air across his chest - it making every little movement that much more intense.

Nathaniel was already hard when Anders took him into his mouth, and for a moment he couldn't breathe. He kept his hips as still as he could, watching Anders suck on him with lidded eyes. And then he felt Anders hand on his thigh, fingers spreading to map the lines of muscle, and then to curl around and hold Nathaniel in place.

"Let me show you what I think about doing to you when you wear that skirt," he had said. Anders then massaged the underside of Nathaniel's arousal with his tongue.

Maker's breath that mouth was wicked. A low moan passed his lips, and he could not look away.

One of Anders hands started to move, tracing lazy patterns up his lip and then to his chest, and pushed gently on it. Though he was unable to speak, Nathaniel could hear what he wanted quite clearly:

I want to see you.

Nathaniel ran his hand down Anders' arm before he complied, pausing at the crook of his elbow, at the curve of his shoulder. It was with great reluctance that Nathaniel finally leaned back, his hand gripping the fur. Anders rewarded him with a pleased hum that reverberated through Nathaniel's body.

"Anders," Nathaniel whispered. "Ah-"

This wasn't enough. Nathaniel didn't need the support of both arms like this, and so he brought his hand to Anders' chest, which he couldn't see. It was strange feeling it this way, from a different angle and without sight, and it reminded him of sleeping with Anders for the first time. The thrill of exploring a new lover's body after so much time imagining, how nothing he dreamed of could match reality.

Maybe next time they would use a blindfold.

He was dimly aware that Anders had left his smallclothes on, but Nathaniel wasn't going to let a fact like that stop him. He teased the edge of fabric with his fingers, and Anders paused for only a moment before he continued. Anders' arousal was straining the fabric, and Nathaniel ran his thumb down the covered length before reaching beneath the fabric and pulling it out.

Nathaniel would not leave Anders wanting.

If Anders' skin was warm then the flesh in Nathaniel's grip was scorching. He noted with satisfaction the way it became difficult for Anders to keep a steady rhythm, but to be fair the feeling was mutual. Nathaniel's back arched and his eyes threatened to close, lost as he was in the sensations.

And then it was too much. He cried out Anders name as the tightness of his body bled from him. Anders brushed his fingers back and forth across Nathaniel's thighs as he swallowed.

After a moment's breath, and then another, Nathaniel started to stroke Anders hard. He pulled his hips back a little and Anders complied with the request, Nathaniel's length feeling suddenly cool with the exposure of wet skin to the air. Anders pushes his head back into the pillow and his eyes did close for a moment. Nathaniel took in the sight of it - Anders' lips still moistened, parted as they were as Nathaniel stroked him harder - and his own length still close to that mouth and slick from the previous attentions.

It wasn't long before Anders cried out, and Nathaniel could feel the warmth of his release on his fingers. He swirled the tip as Anders rode out the pleasure, and felt the rapid breaths beneath him. When Anders opened his eyes again, Nathaniel had brought his fingers to his lips, licking away the mess. Anders brushed the inside of Nathaniel's thigh with a gentle kiss, and then looked up, smiling.

Nathaniel knew he wasn't going to be able to look at his leather skirts the same way ever again.