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Can't Let You Go	By : Ellynndaria Category: +A through F > Dragon Age (all) > Dragon Age (all) Views: 7633 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Their first morning of their vacation was chiller than expected, but that never stopped the swimmer from his morning routine. It did have him making a break for a warm shower the moment it was over. The shower also followed ritual, the dark haired man ensuring his skin and hair was taken care of properly before exiting the bathroom. Douglas chuckled at the sight greeting him in the bedroom and streaked to the bed where Anders was still dozing buried beneath blankets and a pillow. Diving beneath them, Hawke snuggled up close to the warm man.
“Cold! You are cold… and wet,” Anders hissed and scooted away, taking the blankets with him.
“Hey! You’re right, I’m cold.” Douglas latched on to the blankets and gave them a tug, dragging the smaller man back with them, “Apparently fall stopped in for an early visit this morning.”
Anders groaned, “What does that have to do with me?”
Douglas chuckled, keeping a layer of fabric between them, “Nothing, I guess, except your man shivering to death.” He wrapped Anders tight in a blanket cocoon and his limbs.
“I don’t pity him. He swims every morning when he should stay in bed with me.”
“You can’t expect a man to change after twenty years.”
“Then he shouldn’t expect sympathy,” Anders grumbled, “and those windows need curtains.”
“It’s cloudy.”
“All the more reason.”
“We’ll get them if you want.” The view was beautiful, but he loved what was in his arms more. Snuggling into the embrace, Anders sighed contentedly, and it was repeated by the other man. Lips brushed against blond hair before Douglas rested his cheek on top.
Anders was starting to drift back to sleep when he muttered, “Still cold?”
Douglas smiled, clearly still awake but completely happy to just lie the way he was, “A little.”
“I could warm you up.”
“Could you?” A head nodded against his cheek, but other than that Anders hadn’t broken free from the blankets. “Going to let me join you in there?”
There was a shake of a no while Douglas raised an eyebrow at the response, but Anders still wasn’t moving. “Plan to tell me how, or is it some sort of magic trick I need to wait for?”
Anders remained silent and unmoving for a little while longer, and Douglas had thought he might have gone back to sleep when fingers touched his naked stomach. Startling slightly, Douglas took a sharp inhale at the unexpected touch, but warmth radiated from the hand washing across his skin. The dark haired man hummed softly while his body tried to follow. As the wandering hand moved along inner thigh, Anders titled his head up, mouthing the square jaw.
A large smile broke across Douglas’ face. Anders was obviously still tired after spending much of their first night awake, but that wasn’t hindering the fact this was the first time they had been together longer than a few hours since rekindling their relationship. It seemed Douglas wasn’t the only one who wished to take advantage.
Anders said, “Turn over, facing the window.”
Douglas gave a soft groan at the order, brushing a kiss across the forehead before complying. He couldn’t see much; one way his face would be buried in the bedspread and the other would require twisting, so he opted just to rest his head over his arms, looking out the panes of glass. The mist outside was curling around the trees as hands started a slow exploration of his body, beginning at the ankles and working their way up. A few points resulted in a twitch from a tickle, but Douglas didn’t complain. Legs were spread while fingers teased, causing lids over blue eyes to lower halfway.
There was some shifting next to him, and Anders settled above him. A stiffening cock slid along the divide, and teeth nipped at Douglas’ ear. Stubbled jaw nuzzled a moment with Douglas leaning into it before Anders sighed, “Don’t you dare get curtains.”
Douglas was confused, asking, “Are you sure?”
A nod was given in answer, followed by, “My man may choose to leave our bed every morning, but how can be mad when I can watch?” Anders’ hands started moving across Douglas’ arms and back, breath caressing the side of his neck and shoulder. “His movements as fluid as the water he’s in. His skin wet.”
A tongue darted across the muscles of Douglas’ shoulder, and the rutting at his backside increased in friction with Anders’ full weight supported on top of him. Douglas inclined his head slightly to see his lover, lips and tongue tracing lines of muscle in his arm. “Were you peeping at me while you were supposed to be sleeping?”
“Mmhmm. Can you blame me? So often, you are completely covered up. Then, I see you in those little shorts, and my mind starts to wander…” Anders’ voiced tapered off as a tongue resumed leaving trails.
“Where does it go?”
“To all the things I’m going to do to you when I get you back into bed.” As Anders replied, he shifted and a slicked thumb pressed inside and down, causing Douglas to gasp loudly.
When Douglas could talk again, he muttered, “You were just lying here in wait, weren’t you?” pressing back into the hand that was now cupping and fondling him with thumb firmly in place, a cock still lying on his ass. Douglas moaned softly as his own body started to stir.
“Oh, yes.” Teeth nipped at the muscles near the right shoulder blade. “I guess I coulda just watched you, finished myself off, and went back to sleep.”
Douglas started to protest, but the digits of the hand caressed him again, silencing the words with a groan.
Anders brushed a kiss across the back beneath him, “I’m glad you agree with my decision not to deny you,” moving away and settling on his knees in between spread legs. “I would much, much… much… rather fuck you instead.”
Each word was accentuated with a trust of the thumb, and Douglas gripped the sheets tightly. Anders must be really turned on, it was rare he got this way. Douglas liked when the blonde took charge, it reminded him of their first time together and loved how this smaller man had him completely wrapped around a slender finger. The larger man hadn’t bottomed in a while either, which could have provoked the mood. “I prefer that myself.”
Anders paused, indicating he wanted the hips before him to move upward. Not too high and fighting off a grin as the muscles of the man soon to be beneath him started to work to keep in position demanded and not slip across the sheets. The bottle of lubricant was retrieved from beneath the bedspread. A hum of delight followed from his lips when the top opened and the upturned backside pressed toward it in answer, as if asking for it.
Anders ran a finger across the seam. “So eager. You should bottom more.”
“You should make me.”
Anders drizzled some of the lubricant, letting it run in trails down the pale skin. Fingers tracked along after, gathering and spreading at the intended target. “Make you? Shouldn’t you be begging?” A moment was taken for contemplation before Anders purred, “I guess I’m doing something wrong.” Fingers slipped inside one by one, teasing and caressing the tight ring and channel, coming close to stimulating Douglas’ prostate before back away or changing directions. “Am I doing something wrong?”
Douglas was groaning into the sheets, driving himself crazy trying to get Anders to go where he wanted him to. He wasn’t sure if he was helping or making things worse, but then again he didn’t see the little smirk on Anders’ lips either until he actually turned his head to answer. Douglas huffed, his mild irritation fading as Anders’ face softened into a smile. “No, love. I think you know exactly what you are doing.”
The answer was rewarded with a brush of stimulation, the blonde’s smile growing as blue eyes glazed in lust. Anders asked, fingers caressing and teasing everything at once. “Would you like more of a demonstration?”
The blue eyes drifted closed, body writhing while Douglas gasped back, “Yes, please.”
Anders fought of a chuckle. “What was that? I didn’t quite catch it.”
Eyes snapped back open, staring intently at their lover’s. Anders swallowed hard, and Douglas gazed followed the bob of the throat, and then looked back up to the blonde’s face. He pressed his ass further with a deep arch in his back, “Fuck me, Anders; I need it,” surprised to find at how much he did need this aspect of their sex life. There was no verbal response, but fingers did, sending Douglas to groan into the mattress. When pleas fell from his lips unchecked and muffled by the sheets, Anders finally gave into both their desires.
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