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Life in Camp Shady Fuckers

WHO: Everyone living in or visiting the Warden camp
WHAT: Just some low-key action-spammy stuff for a bunch of sketchy losers who got tossed into the camp for sketchy losers. And the people who come to hang out because sketchy losers are the coolest losers.
WHEN: Vaguely stretching around Cloudreach?? Nothing is set in stone, time is an illusion
WHERE: ~~Camp Shady Fuckers~~ The Warden camp
NOTES: Just throw whatever warnings necessary in the heads of your threads

Just throw opens or whatever up this is a low-key general mingly kinda thing for hanging out and shouting at each other. Feel free to interrupt other threads or whatever and idk man this is basically like a network post but in real life.

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Hardly. But you were to pleased how could I say otherwise, mm?

[ He tugs Anders in enough to rest his chin on his shoulder, lips brushing against his ear as he speaks. ]

I bid him to look at you and said:

Have you ever wondered what it would be like to have more than teasing, with him? To have more than his smiles, more than a few idle comments? To have his mouth against yours? He truly does have a way with his tongue when given proper incentive.

Though that is not to say he cannot beg sweetly as well. On his back or on his knees he is a wonder to behold. Can you imagine having him under your hands, under your mouth? How he might beg for you to stop teasing him and take him? His back arched to writhe against you, the grip of him around your cock- if wound tightly enough he loses a hair of control and his skin lights up with crackles of lightening. It is like making love to a thunderstorm with how he clings and cries out. The bite of his nails in your back, the slick clasp of his body around you- or would you have him ride? Those hands tangled in your hair, thighs straining as he takes every inch while still smirking, still crackling those little breathless laughs between each moan, well within reach should you wish to take his mouth as he takes his time and oh, when he comes? Like staring into the sun with how bright and blinding he might be, can you imagine the sound of your name on his voice?

Then I murmured his name, in your voice, as though moaning in bliss, thusly:

[ And now, in a fair approximation of Nathaniel's voice, he moans- ]

Anders-

[He leans back and listens, closing his eyes after a moment. Is that really how Zevran sees him? He's already touched that Zevran saw something Anders had entirely missed and helped him out, but this description... The moan is rather good too, impressive, really, and he shakes his head, feeling heat in his cheeks.]

I am buying you every drink you want one evening. Tell me when, and you'll have it.

[He'd known Zevran to be a friend, especially when the assassin had promised Anders wouldn't have to suffer in a cell. Getting this insight into how Zevran views him means all the more.]

That was a very creative win. And I've never heard anyone describe me anything like that before. You are a better friend than I deserve.

It does make me wonder, with how tightly wound he became.

[ Nathaniel had, more or less, given his blessing to continue as they are- even if Zevran would rather not involve himself in the complication that would be getting involved further. ]

If it is possible with time, patience, and a most receptive individual- to talk someone to orgasm without their being touched. [ It is a sincere curiosity- and he knows Anders is quite receptive to his voice. More than enough to make the idle thought a more concrete plan. ] What do you think?

[He closes his eyes again as if he needs to think about it, but he doesn't. What Zevran is really asking is clear, and Anders turns as he opens his eyes.]

I think you already know the answer. I think you want to try, and I think you know I'd be willing to try it. But no touch at all? Not even leaning against you and hearing your heartbeat, or having your fingers in my hair?

[Zevran's voice is magnificent. It could be enough. He'll see if he can't manage to bargain for a little more, though, because why not try?]

Mmmm. If you ask sweetly, I'll consider it.

[ Even if he's already certain he'll be willing to give Anders that much. Hands in his hair and leaning against him- that isn't the same as a hand on his cock, as fingers inside, or even as lips against his skin. It is something warm and grounding rather than something to stir the coals higher. ]

[He smiles warmly. That's far closer to a yes than a no, and it means Zevran's willing to go the rest of the way toward the former.]

Your voice is intoxicating, and you wield words with an art few manage. You could potentially bring me there with it alone, but sex isn't just orgasm. If it was, I'd not bother with partners since I have hands. The intimacy of it is what I enjoy most, and even a little contact would give that. Please, Zevran?

[ And there it is. Something in Anders thrives under instruction for all that he cries for liberation. It's a delightful contrast and one well worth exploring- carefully. There are lines best left uncrossed. But things like this, trials of will and words? Are safe enough to be enjoyable. ]

We will need somewhere more private.

A shame you don't have a temporary tent down here.

[He's not sure he wants to take this to the tent he shares with Nate, now. While Nate may not have any intention of acting on his feelings, to do anything sexual with someone else in their space seems not just rude, but cruel and heartless.]

Should we go up to Skyhold?

One day we will have a house down here, probably large enough for the Kestrels and the Wardens both.

[ At least, that is the plan. For now he noses along the side of Anders' jaw, considering the long walk, the hotsprings, his own (empty) room. ]

I would have to send word to Mia first so she does not wander in while we are engaged- but yes. Lets.

[He makes a contented noise at the nosing, waiting for Zevran's decision.]

It would be nice. Something a little less temporary.

[Being among the Grey Wardens again is both a welcoming and scary thing. They could have to leave at any moment, recalled by Weisshaupt, told about a Darkspawn nest, so many things. Anders doesn't want to be torn away from the friends he's begun to make, the bonds he's regained, but he'd follow his duty this time. They'd taken him back in.

That doesn't keep him from hoping establish a more stable base. And it doesn't keep him from a slightly amused smile at the name of Zevran's newest roommate.]

Send away.

[Anders kisses Zevran's forehead before he's ready to head up, already a little excited at the thought of this. It would be a nice distraction from the very emotional moments of the other day.]

That is very much the idea. Somewhere with warm floors, a proper bath, a large kitchen. Making it small enough for the Kestrels alone is impractical- but for all of us? More than worth the effort.

[ Zevran gives Anders one last lingering press of his lips to the side of his throat before slipping away to make the call. It is short and sweet, no mention of the who but only the what and a rough idea of how long they would be before he slips the crystal back in his pocket and hooks an arm around Ander's waist. ]

Shall we?

[He waits patiently. It's worth it. Justice doesn't even mind this because it's a casual thing, not a threat like Nate had posed for one painful, beautiful moment. When Zevran returns, Anders plants a kiss to his temple before nodding.]

Let's.

[There are looks as they walk up, but there are always looks when someone is walking with another person and touching. Anders wonders briefly if this is making Nate safer, seeing him with Zevran just a few days after he'd been shoved against a tree. That would be a nice side-effect.

It's oddly nice that he doesn't have to worry about Fenris being around this time as they get to Zevran's room.]

I don't suppose I can steal one more kiss before we get situated?

[ moving here ]

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