bakerstreet | (no subject)

He tenses ever so slightly under Aedan's hands- the adjustment to being touched- and he covers it up with another draw from the bottle of wine he still has. It's an enjoyable combination. When he lowers his arm again, it's to drape it across the back of the chair, a low sound in his throat.

"They start with your mouth," he hums, just before leaning over and kissing Aedan, unsubtle in the way he curls his tongue against his lips and pushes at them with his own. His free hand, meanwhile, reaches back to blindly start working on the straps of his chestplate. He's in no urgent hurry to completely divulge either one of them of their clothes, unlike their last meeting, but the heavy piece of metal unwanted at least.

He hums happily against Fenris' lips before he opened his mouth and slid his tongue out along against the elf's. The armor is an inconvinience but there was a certain amount of fun in undressing and helping the elf undress.

"Tell me more," he murmurs against Fenris' lips, extremely reluctant to break the kiss. He would offer to help with the armor but Fenris is the sort to handle it on his own.

Fenris isn't any more eager to put any functional distance between their mouths either, and it's not exactly easy to speak around the kisses he keeps stealing from Aedan, but he does his best, even if words get lost or mumbled.

"Shall I tell you.. that I want.. your mouth around me-" He feels his chestplate slip awkwardly when he finishes the buckles on one side and switches his wine bottle to his other hand to keep working on the opposite side, the swap taken up by a long, lingering claim of Aedan's mouth. "-that I want your lips on my skin and your tongue on my cock?"

It's not something he's used to, explaining- talking about what he wants- what he desires. But alcohol has a way of loosening his tongue. He loosens the last buckles and finally leans back, taking a last drink before letting the bottle slide carefully from his fingers to the floor beside the chair. With both hands now free, he finishes removing the heavy piece of armor and leans it against the side of the chair.

He runs his hands, still covered in steel and leather, over Aedan's own chest. "Shall I tell you these things...or would you rather I show you?"

He takes his hands away from Fenris to help with the chestplate. The thing is rather on the large size to accommodate Aedan's size and awkward to handle by oneself. It was also made by the best blacksmith in Ferelden and if he damaged it Wade would have his balls in a vise. Maker knew that Aedan didn't want to piss off Wade.

"I would love for you to show me." He licks his lips to show just how eager he is for Fenris' skin and cock in his mouth. "Or I can show you. Whatever you wish."

He is very willing to please, if that is what Fenris desires. Aedan has no qualms about playing the submissive.

Fenris flexes his fingers against Aedan's chest, mindful of the steel claws but relishing the feel of warm skin and firm muscle through the fabric of the Warden's shirt anyway, his gaze flicking down to watch the swipe of his tongue over his lips. He can already feel the first warm curl of arousal in the pit of his stomach.

A slow, privater smile spreading over his expression, he pulls back, sliding from the chair and retreating several steps. "Finish with the rest of that armor and I'll be happy to," he all but purrs, already working on his own and planning to be down to just his leggings and tunic by the time Aedan deals with all that plate.

"Why, is the armor in your way?" Aedan teased as he got to his feet. He doesn't waste time trying to make taking off armor sexy. There is no way to manage that. He's quick and effecient about undoing the straps on his gauntlets, shoulders and leg greaves. His armor has a lot more pieces than Fenris'.

He sets it all with the chest piece then takes a moment to roll his shoulders and feel the change in weight on his whole body. When he turns back to Fenris he smirks at him. "Well, I think you won that race."

He doesn't answer that tease, even if he wants to suggest that Aedan was welcome to suck him off in full armor, but he can't imagine that it would be very comfortable for him. As a fellow warrior, Fenris can appreciate well worked steel, the craftsmanship required and the strength needed to carry it all. Aedan doesn't need to bother making a show of the process- Fenris watches anyway. He's built like a brick wall and the lack of armor takes nothing away, the roll of his shoulders only calling attention to it, and when he finally turns around, Fenris answers that smirk with dark eyes and a pleased sound low in his throat.

"And I'm quite pleased with the prize." His fingers are already working free the line of clasps down the front of his tunic, even as he backs up further, closer to the nearest wall. "Come here."

He bows to Fenris and when he rises he has a smirk on his lips. His eyes linger on each inch of skin that is revealed as the tunic parts under Fenris' fingers. "Yes, sir."

In a few steps he's in front of Fenris and braces his hands on the wall. He leans in and nuzzles the elf's hair with his nose. The strands are just as soft as he remembered and the scent that has haunted him is as intoxicating as before. "Oh how I have missed this," he murmurs against Fenris' ear. "You'll taste fantastic on my tongue won't you, lovely?"

There's just enough time for Fenris to finish the last clasp before his back hits the wall and Aedan's arms are fencing him in, an easy reminder of how much larger he is. He sucks in a quick breath, immediately and intensely aware of the other man's warmth when he leans in, his own hands coming to rest against Aedan's ribs and his head tilting to accommodate his nuzzling. His breath on his ear sends a shiver down his spine and a smile curling across his lips.

"Why don't you find out," is his answer, amusement and anticipation clear in his tone. Aedan isn't the only one remembering just how well last time went.

"I think I will." He shifts his weight to one arm which frees his hand to reach down and rub Fenris' cock through his breeches.

He keeps nibbling on his ear while he deftly undoes the laces on his breeches and slips his hand in to caress his cock. "Oh, I've missed this." He's on his knees second later and licks at Fenris' stomach. He carefully works his cock out. He takes a lick at the head, teasing to start.

His fingers clench and he muffles a groan against Aedan's shoulder between the attention paid to his ear and the warm, calloused pressure of his hand around his growing arousal. Maker that feels good. He might have missed it as well.

Then the Warden is lowering himself down and Fenris' stomach tightens under his mouth, the clipped moan completely unhindered this time. He combs his fingers back through his dark hair, pushing it away from his face and watching him with hooded eyes. His cock twitches and he hisses softly, the teasing wetness of his tongue just enough to get a reaction.

Oh, he likes that Fenris is going to watch. Arousal surges through Aedan the moment those green eyes look down and meet his. Now he's putting on a show and after years of being the Hero he has a certain fondness for being the center of attention.

He opens his mouth wide and slides Fenris' cock in, his tongue splayed flat along the bottom. He watches the elf as his cock disappears into his mouth and throat, taking it deep with practiced ease for a moment before sliding back off. He's teasing, never keeping secution for long, twisting his tongue all around, and leaving his mouth open so that Fenris can see all he's doing.

How could he not watch? Especially when Aedan seems so eager for the attention and Fenris is more than willing to oblige him.

A low groan rumbles deep in the back of his throat as he watches the Warden take him in, feeling the warm, wet slide of his cock against the back of his throat. The man certainly doesn't start with half measures, that's for sure. When he pulls back and goes to work with his tongue, Fenris takes the opportunity to rock his hips, rubbing his cock against the curl of his tongue.

"Maker's breath, Aedan..."

Aedan pulls off slowly and gently kisses the head before giving Fenris his most innocent smile. "Yes dear?"

He ruins the effect seconds later when he ducks his head lower and mouths at Fenris' balls. While he teases them with his lips and tongue he continues to stroke Fenris' length, paying special attention to the spot right under the head with his thumb. He will keep teasing until Fenris tells him to stop.

His retort is cut off by the warmth of Aedan's mouth against his balls- a much better use for it in his opinion. His fingers tighten in his hair and he shifts his stance a little wider to give him more room. It's unspoken encouragement that offsets his complaining when he finds his voice again.

"To the void with your pet names," he growls, angling his hips and pulling at Aedan's hair to keep him going.

He chuckles at Fenris' displeasure. The pet names slip out without him realizing but he will try to control them for the elf's sake. To show how sorry he is Aedan draws one of Fenris' balls into his mouth and sucks on it gently.

He'll find other ways to make it up to the elf too once he's done playing down here. He slides a hand back and trails a finger down Fenris' crack, stopping to tease his entrance.

The full warm wetness of his mouth does a good job defusing Fenris' irritation, the hand still stroking his shaft pushing the mood from his expression and replacing it with desire and a deepening lust. He hums in pleasure and resists the urge to let his eyes slide shut to take in the sensation, still preferring to enjoy the view of the Warden looking particularly attractive between his legs.

His finger that nudges a moment later at his ass is dry and Fenris grunts softly in warning. Not that he wouldn't mind having Aedan buried in him again, however. He shifts his weight, leaning back against his shoulders to lift one leg, manoeuvring it between Aedan's own and rubbing the other man's cock through the fabric of his trousers with his bare toes.

"How do you want it, Warden?" His voice is smooth and deep, husky with arousal. A slow smile curls its way across his expression and he echoes Aedan's own words back to him: "I'm open to your suggestions."

He groans around his mouthful and slowly draws away. He licks his lips to catch any excess drool and nuzzles Fenris' cock affectionately.

"Would you have me on my hands and knees for you?" He doesn't mind continuing his submission and letting Fenris push him around, tell him what to do. He's a solider, orders are part of his life. "You can hold me down and take what you wish from me."

He adjusts his grip on Aedan's hair, holding him where he is, nuzzled up against his hip. There is something empowering about it, a feeling he tries not to think too hard about; control and submission are fine lines to walk. At least he doesn't have to worry whether or not Aedan finds it acceptable, if the hard bulge against Fenris' foot is any indication.

He continues to rub slowly at his trapped cock, enjoying the feeling despite the urge to do just what has been suggested.

"Is that what you want? Will the Hero of Fereldan submit?" Fenris might be willing to indulge.

"Yes." Aedan mouthed at Fenris' hip, licking at his skin and the tattoos he could reach. "I want you pounding me from behind, taking me."

He rocked up into Fenris' foot, looking for more friction. Fenris was playing his part well. That strong personality of his lended itself well to this sort of game. Aedan was going to be panting for him in no time if he kept this up.

Truth be told, it's a game that Fenris has less experience with than he probably lets on to, but he's good at playing along. He presses his foot in a little harder, giving Aedan the pressure he's looking for, his skin prickling in the wake of his tongue over his tattoos. It's an ache that feels just good enough to avoid being painful.

He groans, the sound a low rumble in his throat. "Then put your mouth back to work. Show me how much you want it."

(no subject)

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

sorry about the late reply. dw was eating notifs for a time o_O

It's happening to everyone. Not just you. Grrr.

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject