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How to Adopt a Warden and Other Tales	By : Royality Category: +A through F > Dragon Age (all) > Dragon Age (all) Views: 2658 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Alistair grunted as he bit into Izarre’s nude shoulder. Their tops had been removed in a hurry and tossed on the floor somewhere in a corner after he accidently ripped the silk while pulling at his lover’s collar to kiss the pale neck underneath it. He was also more than happy to be rid of the itchy cheap wool tunic he had been wearing and was nearly free of the skin-tight pants as soon as the eager young man below him finished ripping away the leather strings they had been tied with. Stealing another kiss, he bit and tugged at Izarre’s bottom lip, locking eyes with a devious grin as his erection broke free from its bonds. The way it was grabbed afterward made his entire body stiffen from the touch.
The hand that grabbed his manhood wasn’t shy about it in the least bit. It stroked and rubbed tenderly, its thumb paying special attention to the exposed tip. With his hand braced against the wall in front of him, all Alistair could do was breathe heavily in between kisses and nuzzles at Izarre’s mercy. His eyes closed tightly until his bottom lip was bit for attention. Raising an eyebrow, Alistair stared nearly in shock as he watched Izarre slip down and… “Maker have mercy.”
The first gentle kiss to the throbbing knob sent shivers down his spine. The second kiss was followed by a teasing lick with a few strokes up and down the shaft. The third kiss had forced Alistair to ball his fingers into fists and bang on the wall while biting his lips so he wouldn’t cry out too loudly as his sex was taken into an eager mouth and throat. Looking down, he watched the endless white hair move back and forth with the occasional glance of green eyes looking up to him submissively. The hips that were being grabbed began to thrusts on their own as his bare, exposed rear-end tightened its muscles. He began to pant as if he had just run cross-country from a horde of darkspawn as he moved one of his clenched fists down to run its fingers through the silky strands below.
Izarre leaned into the touch and moved to place the shaky hand against his cheek. Its thumb caressed his face gently as he continued to move back and forth. He could feel the stiffness increasing against his tongue and felt the growth begin to press harder against his lips as Alistair was near his peak. The fingers moved to caress over one of his round ears, but soon grabbed the hair on the back of his head and forced him to move faster. Alistair’s grunts and moans grew more and more demanding as his hips pushed forward one last time before Izarre’s mouth was filled with warm, white juices. It filled the back of his throat and tingled against his tongue. It was hard to even swallow until the standing warden pulled away enough so that the spent tip twitched against his lips instead of inside of them.
He stood to be face-to-face with a visibly worn out Alistair, who stood smiling proudly. As Izarre walked away to pour himself a glass of wine, his arm was grabbed and promptly pulled back. “Where do you think you’re going?” Alistair asked but before he could be answered, he had pinned his lover back against the wall. “I’m not done ravaging you yet.” Startled, Izarre was kissed again, but this this had his mouth thoroughly invaded by Alistair’s probing tongue. He was soon lifted up and carried over to the bed. After being dropped down, he was crawled on top of and nuzzled lovingly against the side of his face.
There were more gentle bites and nibbles as Alistair made his way down to tug off the black leather pants. He had seen Izarre’s naked body before, but it wasn’t as nearly as arousing back then. Pulling off the last bit of clothing between them, he was a bit surprised by the pinkish erection twitching against Izarre’s stomach. The tip was already wet from anticipation and it looked as if the little rosy hole further down was twitching just as eager. A curious poke made him notice that it was dry with the exception of a bit of sweat and caused Izarre to look uncomfortable. “Are you alright?” Alistair asked him out of concern.
“I’m fine,” he answered as he realized that his partner didn’t know anything about sex really, especially this kind. “Can you…turn around for a bit?”
“Turn around?” Alistair looked confused, but did as he was told. He took directions rather well after all. Sitting on his knees, he turned his back to give the man some privacy. Izarre used his time to reach over onto the nightstand and dig into his pack. He pulled out a small tin container and pulled the top off. Alistair heard the shuffling behind him, but kept his word of looking away until the scent of warm peaches tickles his nostrils. He took in a big whiff and turned away to see what it was. “Is someone making a pie?” he asked but froze as he saw Izarre with his legs lifted just until to finger his own opening. The smell had come from the opened container which was a freshly crafted canister of warming balm made of several herbs melted together by fire crystal fragments into a lubricating solution.
“Alistair!” Izarre exclaimed embarrassingly on the bed but found his legs being held up before he could put them back down. His opening twitched vividly from being fondled and gapped just a bit from being fingered so recently.
“Well, I could have done that,” Alistair smirked as he kept a grip on the skinny ankles in front of him with just one hand. The other reached to smear his fingers in the canned substance and moved in to finish what Izarre had started. With his hold being poked at once again, Izarre flinched hard but it wasn’t out of discomfort. The thick fingers slid easily inside and as his rim squeezed around them. Slowly, they moved back and forth as the man being penetrated wiggled while grabbing the sheets. The pale-pink erection twitched uncontrollably at this. After Alistair thought that the other warden had enough of being teased, he pulled his hands away only to crawl on top. “Better?”
“Much,” Izarre smiled breathlessly as he released the tight hold he had on the bedding. His thin arms draped around broad shoulders instead. Leaning up, he bit at Alistair’s pouty bottom lip again, giving it a domineering tug, as he scratched at the man’s back. “You can move now.” Alistair didn’t have to be told twice and put his hips to work. The heat between them was delirious and intense. It had been a long time since Izarre had a lover while this was a first time for Alistair. They moaned together, thrusting and pushing their bodies in unison. Izarre was moved to his side as he was taken from behind. It was easier to push back and forth this way, even though Alistair was getting his thigh clawed up by elegant fingertips. In retaliation, Alistair scratched back and made sure to leave red lines down the soft skin of leg in front of him while his other hand clenched Izarre’s throat enough to hold it in place while nipping at the back of the porcelain neck.
“I’m…again,” Alistair warned as he continued to thrust inside one last time as his seed spilled out yet again. This time it coaxed Izarre’s inner depths to the point where he could feel it in his stomach. Alistair shut his eyes tightly upon his release, burying his moist forehead in the back of the soft, white hair until his body stopped shaking. After he unclenched his fingers, both from kneading his lover’s side and from around the neck he had grabbed, he finally came out of his daze. Izarre felt those hands move to squeeze his smaller frame affectionately. “You know, according to all the sisters at the monastery, I should have been struck by lightning by now.”
“It could still happen,” Izarre chuckled breathlessly, obviously a bit worn out from all the work and from being short of breath a bit from Alistair nearly choking him.
“Sure, but if get hit by the lightning afterwards, it hardly seems like an effective deterrent,” Alistair whispered into Izarre’s ear as he rubbed the shell of it with his nose. “You do realize that the rest of our little party here is going to talk, right? They…tend to do that.”
“You’re the worse of them all.”
“Ha! I am, aren’t I?”
“First smart comment and I feed them to the darkspawn,” Izarre smiled as he rolled just enough to turn his face to Alistair. “Including you.”
“See,” Alistair smiled despite just being threatened. “This is why I love you.” He paused to look more serious. “I do, you know? Love you, I mean. I really do.” The pale cheeks blushed brightly as the green eyes looked away.
“Oh…Okay.”
“That…wasn’t really the answer I was looking for...,” the larger man cooed but the new shade of red of the bashful warden’s face told him everything he needed to know. “But…what now? Where do we go from here?”
“To sleep?”
“You’re so practical. You make me proud,” he continued to tease while actually getting quite comfortable where he was. He had yet to really pull out and was stark-naked with his lover being held close. Izarre hadn’t really made an attempt to move either.
“There’s still a horde of darkspawn to deal with.”
With his eyes closed, Alistair sighed. “All right, I get the hint. We have a lot to do, right? We still have the dwarves to contend with, Arl Howe…and Loghain. Ugh. I had almost forgotten. Does sex always make everything seem…I don’t know…better?”
“If you do it right,” Izarre teased right back as he finally pulled away. Alistair hissed in pain as the sudden removal of his manhood from the happiest place it had ever been as his companion stood up to clean off. His eyes opened to watch the man find a rag to wipe his body off with but turned away to the ceiling as he was glared at for staring. “Well, we do have a lot to do…” After Izarre finished cleaning off, Alistair found himself being straddled. “Hello…? What do you think you’re doing up there?” he grinned, knowing full well why he was being mounted.
“Making sure you really do get struck by lightning.”
“If what we did just a moment ago didn’t do the trick, what makes you think it’ll happen now?”
“That was just a warm-up.”
“Fair enough,” Alistair laughed as he hands took a hold of Izarre’s hips. “Challenge accepted.” It was going to be a long night for the pair, but they deserved a bit of restlessness.
(AN: A few lines of dialogue have been taken directly from the game or have been paraphrased from game dialogue. Anything recognizable as game dialogue is not mine, and I bow to the Bioware writing team.)
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