Happy friday brood! For Anders &/ Justice: will we ever be free? from deep conversations list
thank youuuu Blue this gave me Feelings.
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209 words
cws: chantry explosion mentions; burned at the stake mentions
He dreamed of fire.
He always dreamed of fire. Sometimes it engulfed the Chantry, sometimes all of Kirkwall. Sometimes Karl was burned as Andraste had been burned, or sometimes it was his friends—if he still had the right to call them that—burned in their homes or altogether in the Hanged Man. Sometimes the fire came for him, a searing, brutal, consumptive flame.
Sometimes it was a relief when it came for him.
But always he woke, the brilliance of flame replaced by the darkness of whatever hole he'd found to hide in.
In moments it was replaced by a different brilliance, a dance of blue arcs along his skin. Someone made of power stroking up his arms before embracing him, a sweet, crackling heat against his chest and in two lines across his shoulders and back. He wanted to embrace Justice in turn, but all he could do was wrap his arms around himself, murmuring “thank you” over and over again.
He—they—would always be burdened by it. A decision whose consequences he could not know. But even if he had to live the rest of his life seeing fire, even if he would never be truly free, ever hunted and ever haunted, at least he would not be alone.
krem/dorian - pick based on ur mood ♥:
sfw: shielding the other one with their body
nsfw: pegging, of course
hehehehehehe well ty babe this was very fun <3
@dadrunkwriting
624 words
cws: none
He rocked his hips down with a short gasp as he stared at Krem beneath him. Usually it was the other way around and he was more than happy with that—the man had stamina in spades—but today Krem had laid down with a flourish and a grin, shaking his hips and the lovely little piece he wore, and Dorian had no intention to resist that kind of offer.
“You look good like this,” Krem pointed out, voice a little rough. Hm. Unsatisfactory. He wanted Krem’s voice to be torn and raw, panting as he came hard, muscles tensing under him—
Maker, he had to be careful.
The harness sat across Krem’s hips, dark leather straps that contrasted nicely with his skin. Dorian shifted down a little bit, teasing the harness just a bit lower, just a little more— ah, there. Krem’s expression tightened as the edge of the strap-on caught against his clit. Now each time Dorian rocked down he was subtly grinding the material against Krem just the way he liked it. He wanted to touch himself while he watched Krem’s expression twist just slightly at each movement he made, but he resisted the urge, wanting to drag this out and make sure they both finished. He was already most of the way there but Krem still looked a bit too controlled.
Well. Perhaps he had to put on a bit of a show. He was certainly up to the task.
He tilted his head back, looking down at Krem through hooded eyes, smirking at the sudden bob of his throat as he swallowed. He rode him with smooth motions, his weight on his knees so his hips could move freely, each thrust teasing the other man’s clit. After a moment he leaned back, hands behind him and braced on Krem’s muscled thighs, his body stretched and taut. He was sweating a bit, adding an interesting gloss to his body that caught the light as he moved, and Krem just couldn’t decide where to look. His eyes darted between Dorian’s face, his chest, his stomach, and his proud cock, while his hands were just as exploratory—squeezing at his thighs or caressing up across his stomach.
He let his head drop back with a deep moan, feeling Krem’s hand spasm against his thighs before gripping harder, and felt the weight of the man’s gaze traveling down his body. Now Krem’s hips were moving, too, his breath coming a little faster, shorter. He was getting close.
Time to drag him over the edge.
He shifted so he could wrap his hand around his cock, mouth dropping open on a shaky exhale as he started moving, his thrusts becoming erratic. Krem’s hands trailed up until they held his hips, pulling him down into every thrust as he bucked up into him, the air between them heating as their pace escalated. He let every gasp, moan, and shaky breath out freely, knowing they’d bring Krem that much closer—and when Krem’s moan finally ripped free, his hands digging into Dorian’s hips, he stopped holding back.
He fisted across his cock hard and fast as Krem shivered through his own orgasm, both of them gasping as Dorian came across his powerfully toned chest and stomach, his movements slowing but not stopping as he pulled himself through his own finish.
His legs felt weak as he levered himself up and off of Krem’s piece with a soft grunt, dropping beside him on their bed as they both caught their breath. “You really look good like that,” Krem announced after a few moments, Dorian laughing as he curled against the man.
“I always look good, darling,” he murmured against his shoulder, earning a snort—but no protest.
