Damn mage, Nathaniel thought, closing the door loudly behind him. He leaned against the door, sliding down until he reached the ground. He dared not leave the door, just incase someone tried to enter.
Nathaniel had nearly been caught twice now by Anders. The time in the cleansing pools had been an accident; it had been too steamy for Nathaniel to notice that he was not alone until he heard his name softly called as Anders' feet made it to the water. Nathaniel could not have run away faster if the Archdemon himself had been behind him.
But this time…well, maybe this was his own damn fault this time. He could not make it back to his room, he felt so strained against his clothes, his cock throbbing as Anders undid Nathaniel's armour to examine the wound on his stomach. The mage's hands lightly touching his skin, the faint smell of lyrium and blood, it was his undoing. He had raced to a quiet spot in the forest, desperately undoing the rest of his clothes.
But Anders had gone after him to make sure he was all right. Torn between taking him right there and then and hiding in shame, Nathaniel had decided with the latter option and ran to his room.
This time, the mage would not catch him. He could finally finish. They would have to kick down the door first and Nathaniel was not an easy man to budge.
Nathaniel sighed, trying to slow down his speeding heart as he reached into his breeches and let his erection go freely. It had almost hurt him, so swollen and tense through most of the trip back from Amaranthine. It was that mage, his story about an escapade with a Templar during one of his escapes. Thinking of Anders beneath that man, having him take another man's cock into him…it made Nathaniel angry…and jealous…and incredibly aroused.
It was not hard for Nathaniel to imagine being in the Templar's place, for Anders to be moaning behind him, for Nathaniel to grab his hair and hold his head close to him as he rode him from behind.
Nathaniel grunted slightly, not realizing his hands had already made their way around his cock. He stroked quickly, gripping tightly as his fingers brushed up and down his shaft, only barely touching the head of his cock. He whimpered slightly, resting his head back against the door. One hand reached further back, holding his balls tightly, rolling them in his hand as the other continued pumping.
He bit his lip, the pleasure building in his gut, though his cock hurt from how rough his hands were as he pumped harder, desperate for release. His breath rose quickly and he knelt forth, using one hand to support him as the other rubbed furiously. He gasped as he came, the one hand reaching forth to catch his seed before it hit the ground. His legs shook as he stood, going to the wash by his bedside. His breathing finally slowed and his heart beat less quickly. He cleaned his hands and face, feeling almost soothed.
He heard a knock at the door and he relaced his breeches. Nathaniel opened the door to find Anders standing there, trying to hide a grin.
"Your timing has finally improved, mage," Nathaniel commented, smirking.
"I'll try not to get in the way of your…alone time again," Anders promised, glancing down at Nathaniel's sweaty and bloody chest, "We need you functioning at your best, don't we?"
Nathaniel felt a flush and he grumbled, "Come back later, mage."
Anders smiled as he turned to leave, "Gladly."