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THE — giving or receiving — BLOWJOB MEME ( the brother meme to this one. ) Whether it's your characters very first time getting a blowjob, their millionth, or they're the one giving head, sometimes, you just want to play giving or getting dome. No need to wax poetic about it. Let's get down to business, ladies and gentlemen! No matter if you thread oral as foreplay, in combination with other acts, a moment of emotional connection, an awkward ender to a scene when someone comes and can't get it back up, or anything in between, this is the meme for you. Comment with your character & your preferences. Male characters, be sure to specify whether you're down with giving or receiving, though some preferences will make that obvious. Female characters, just come as you are! Reply to others. Put those lips to good use.

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[problemagic]

[Anders is acutely aware of Isabela's legs over his back, and he goes stock still for a long moment, his mouth still stretched out over Varric's cock. He pulls his head back, licking up the drool that had slid wet down the sides of Varric's cock. He makes as little noise as he can, planting light, sucking kisses up the shaft before he takes the head back into his mouth and goes down, and down, until his nose is buried in the thick forest of auburn curls nestled at the base of Varric's cock.

It's not strictly magic, but Anders' gag reflex (aka complete lack thereof) is definitely something else.]

[undwarfy]

[Varric knew that this moment was coming, and he's prepared for this: since the moment the gang walked in the door, he's acted a bit drunk, claiming to already be more than a little into his cups.

So when he laughs unnecessarily loudly, with a slightly overly enthused cackle at some stupid joke, nobody really notices. Nobody notices that it's covering up an undignified sound that he really, really wants to make at Anders's unparalleled deep-throating abilities.

Maker's ass, it takes a minor miracle to keep talking. Luckily, any shakiness is easily hidden by more drinking. ]

[problemagic]

[Anders pins Varric to his chair with his hands, holding him still before he slides back just enough that Varric's cock isn't completely down his throat, hollows his cheeks, and sucks. He lets it bob free of his mouth and then laps at the throbbing veins with short, kittenish licks.

Then it's back up to the head, which he suckles back into his mouth and savors, rolling the sweaty, musky flavor of his dwarf on his tongue.]

[undwarfy]

[Blessed are they who stand before the corrupt and the wicked, and do not falter. Blessed are the cocksuckers, the champions of the jizz, blessed will be Varric fucking Tethras if he gets through this game of Wicked Grace with a straight face.

It takes some effort to keep his features controlled when Anders starts to suck him in earnest, and while the short licks thereafter offer some relief, it's the kind of relief that has him anxiously drumming a copper piece against the table, looking for some outlet for his jangled energy. Maker's tits, he actually glances down at one point to make sure the heat he's feeling is all in his head, rather than an actual visible flush.]

[problemagic]

[Anders laughs silently, just a faint rush of air from his nose, before he slides his lips down the shaft at a leisurely pace, just barely applying a little teeth as he slides back up. He repeats this over and over, sometimes with teeth and sometimes without, going down a little further each time and changing up how far back he pulls, until he's settled with Varric's cock comfortably down his throat again.

This time, he swallows on occasion, clenching his throat around Varric's cock, but he's content to just settle there for a hand or two, inhaling deep through his nose and getting nothing but the scent of Varric that clings to the thatch of auburn curls nestled at the base of his cock.]

[undwarfy]

[At some point he starts outright faking how much he drinks, just to explain away the flush in his cheeks. Thank the Maker and blessed Andraste for strong Nevarran wine, which has always made him turn red, and is his only salvation and shitty excuse now.

Because shit, this feels incredible. It's a good thing Anders is holding him down, because Varric isn't 100% sure he'd be able to stop his hips from rocking into that warm, eager, talented mouth. He cracks a joke about feeling sorry for Daisy, to cover up his reckless betting and poor playing. It's all part of the act.

The act hiding how his cock twitches and jumps under those attentions, the precome lost inside the clutch of his mouth, the sweet, bone-deep ache of just sitting inside his lover's throat. How each scrape of teeth makes him clench his jaw and bite the inside of his cheek: a necessary pain to quiet the desperate sounds that want to pour out of him.]

[problemagic]

[Anders' lips twitch in what would probably be a smirk if Varric's thick, gorgeous cock weren't monopolizing his mouth. It's a cruel reprieve, just resting with Varric's cock nestled in his throat, not diverting his attention with movement but providing warm, wet heat and the occasional sucking friction as he has to swallow around the perfect cock in his mouth.

But he does eventually have to pull back to catch his breath, leaning in to muffle his panting breaths by nuzzling his nose right next to Varric's cock, breath hot and warm on the spit-slick flesh as he strokes it with his hand while he catches his breath.]

[undwarfy]

[Varric lets out a small breath he hadn't been intentionally holding, some minute amount of tension unspooling from his shoulders at the reprieve from Anders's throat. Even the stroking and nuzzling feels almost like relief compared to that- it's much easier to keep his shit together, now.

Although there is something intensely thrilling about doing this in front of everybody. Isabela is within arm's reach, Aveline and Fenris are just beyond her. Maker's ass, if any one of them walked around the table right now, they would see his cock out and Anders under the table. His reputation would be shattered in seconds- not that he's ashamed of Anders, but that his rep rests on an image of control, of suaveness, of being Above It All.

The danger of being caught heats his blood even more. The idea that Anders is under this table, secretly, here for the explicit purpose of servicing him- well. He'd be a liar if he said it doesn't make his cock twitch.

Idly he reaches a hand under the table, brushes some hair back from Blondie's eyes. Points downward in a signal they agreed on- it means touch yourself. It means Anders is to open his own robes, take out his cock, and touch himself while he does this.]