Unthinkable 1/2
anonymous
May 25 2010, 19:20:58 UTC
A late reply, but the prompt amused me. ^_^; I've forgotten the default M!Amell name, but I don't think my mage is particularly well-known, sooo...
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"Alistair?"
The voice was near his ear, and there was something distinctly wrong about that thought. Trying to figure out exactly what brought him fully awake, and he realized several things all at once.
First, he was -- well, had been -- asleep in his tent. Second, it was his fellow Warden's voice he had heard, that low tenor that Devin wielded like a weapon, persuasive and intimidating in turns. Third, the mage clearly had been speaking into his ear, and was leaning over Alistair's prone form to do so; their bodies were much closer together than the Templar trainee would have liked.
And fourth, "much closer than he would have liked" didn't seem to be entirely true.
Wait, what? No! He's a man, I don't like men that way, I don't--
"You were having a nightmare," Devin murmured. Alistair could almost feel the brush of lips against his ear, but not quite. Oh, Maker, what
( ... )
Unthinkable 2/2
anonymous
May 25 2010, 19:21:46 UTC
After a long moment, Devin pulled away, leaving Alistair breathless. The mage had pressed quite close in order to kiss him that way, and now he smirked knowingly as he trailed a hand down Alistair's chest and abdomen. Oh -- he knows, Maker help me...
"Don't look so embarrassed," the other Warden chuckled, bringing both hands into play to slowly tug Alistair's soft linen trousers and smallclothes down. "Oh...!" Devin looked at him, the soft exclamation sounding... impressed? "No, don't be embarrassed at all."
Alistair felt himself growing even harder as the mage played with him a little, rubbing and stroking; even the lightest touch of someone else's hands was so much more electric than when he did this to himself. When the caresses stopped, he opened his eyes -- when had they drifted shut? -- in time to see a flash of Devin's grin before the other man took him into his mouth
( ... )
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"Alistair?"
The voice was near his ear, and there was something distinctly wrong about that thought. Trying to figure out exactly what brought him fully awake, and he realized several things all at once.
First, he was -- well, had been -- asleep in his tent. Second, it was his fellow Warden's voice he had heard, that low tenor that Devin wielded like a weapon, persuasive and intimidating in turns. Third, the mage clearly had been speaking into his ear, and was leaning over Alistair's prone form to do so; their bodies were much closer together than the Templar trainee would have liked.
And fourth, "much closer than he would have liked" didn't seem to be entirely true.
Wait, what? No! He's a man, I don't like men that way, I don't--
"You were having a nightmare," Devin murmured. Alistair could almost feel the brush of lips against his ear, but not quite. Oh, Maker, what ( ... )
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"Don't look so embarrassed," the other Warden chuckled, bringing both hands into play to slowly tug Alistair's soft linen trousers and smallclothes down. "Oh...!" Devin looked at him, the soft exclamation sounding... impressed? "No, don't be embarrassed at all."
Alistair felt himself growing even harder as the mage played with him a little, rubbing and stroking; even the lightest touch of someone else's hands was so much more electric than when he did this to himself. When the caresses stopped, he opened his eyes -- when had they drifted shut? -- in time to see a flash of Devin's grin before the other man took him into his mouth ( ... )
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