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“Fenris?” Carver called from the front door of the mansion, poking his head in and then skirting inside through the smallest gap he could. “Are you here?” He hadn’t seen the elf with his brother, earlier, but that didn’t mean he didn’t eventually end up hanging out with him and doing whatever it was he was up to.
“I’m upstairs.” That deep voice called from one of the rooms at the top of the stairs, and when he didn’t hear footsteps, he added, “You can come up. I’m just in the bath.”
A tinge of red stained his cheeks as the younger warrior made his way into the main foyer, and then up the steps on the right side. Peering into the room closest to it, he was a little taken aback to find Fenris up to his chest in hot water and bubbles, chuckling a bit nervously.
“Hey, how are you today?” The wine bottle in the other’s hand meant it must have been a taxing day, but he figured he’d ask, anyway.
“Oh, I’m just… Fine, I suppose, now. Having a relaxing day off from helping Hawke handle every problem in this city.” Chuckling a little, the elf tipped the bottle back against his lips and took another sip, “Why don’t you join me?”
Carver could feel the heat traveling from his face to his ears and down his neck as he nodded, shyly tugging off his tunic, kicking off his boots, and finally pulling off his pants. Easing into the water beside his sometimes-lover, he was a little shocked that the elder male tugged him in close against his body and offered the bottle to him. Taking it, he swallowed down a few gulps without even tasting the stuff. Of course, when he did, the bitter flavor made his nose wrinkle, and the bubbles almost tickled his tongue. It left him with a little giggle that brought a pretty twinkle to the other’s ivy eyes.
“Hawke brought this one. It’s not Aggregio, and I sort of prefer it, honestly. Danarius’ palette leaves a lot to be desired.” Planting a kiss on the other’s forehead, he let on hand smoothe over the other’s freckled shoulders, admiring him even though he was almost too close. “How has your day been?”
“Oh, you know… Helping Gamlen and Mother around the hovel, avoiding places I know Ethan will be at, took Flufferbutt out on a run around the Wounded Coast.” A loose smile pulled onto his lips, “But it’s a lot better, now that I get to spend some time with you.” The white-haired male chuckled a little, carding his hand through the noiret’s hair before sighing.
“I’m glad you came. It does get lonely living in this big house all by myself.” He finally admitted, and soon after he felt soft lips press to his.
“I wouldn’t mind staying the night, if you’d rather be less lonely.” Now, he almost looked like he was plotting something.
“Then stay.”
For the remainder of their bath, the two shared in slow, long presses of lips, interspersed with sips of the wine Carver’s brother had brought. Soft caresses turned to needy ones as the teen found himself in the other’s lap, proud of himself when he was complimented here and there. It didn’t take long for the elf to wonder aloud about their current position.
“Did you want something, amatus?” The sly tone did nothing to offset the desire in his eyes.
“I… Maybe we can get dirty and then get clean?” Suddenly sheepish, Carver reached for the bottle and downed the last few mouthfuls before it was set aside and surprisingly soft hands cupped his cheeks, bringing him in for a bitter wine flavored kiss.
“Sounds like fun to me.” Lips trailing down the younger’s jaw, Fenris delighted in the breathy gasp he earned by nibbling the other’s pulse point. Deft hands found his human lover’s hips, digging in at the bones beneath before trailing inwards and down a bit, rubbing easy circles over the flesh there before giving a few strokes to the other’s prick. A keening whine left the nineteen year old, and he pushed a little closer as he felt the other’s cock stir beneath him. Rounding his hips a few times proved to leave them both a little more breathless and definitely interested, and he could hardly hold back when he felt a few slickened fingers swirl at his entrance.
Pressing and nuzzling with those fingers, the scarred male couldn’t deny that he loved when Carver got like this, wiggling and whimpering while he teased, until his fingers slipped in as though being tugged there by the other’s body. With a little groan of pleasure from the elder, he began to scissor his fingers a few times, seeking out that spot that would make Carver see stars. There was no denying he’d found it when the other gave a rather loud cry, body going a tad stiff for a moment. Playing at that spot a few times, he couldn’t help the desire to hear the other pant and beg him for more.
“F-Fenris, please... Mn… I need you, bad.” He offered, bouncing a few times. He could feel the elder’s cock pulsing with interest, and he could barely keep his mind off of it. “I’m probably good to go, please? I…” A whimper left him as that spot was teased again, “I r-really need you, now.” The wine in his system was pushing him too close to the edge, he’d lose it before the real fun began, at this rate. Fenris brought him in for another soul-searing kiss, whispering against his lips.
“Whatever you need, Amatus, I will happily supply.” Even if he, maybe, found some sadistic pleasure in the whine he earned when he left the other empty for a few moments. Oh, but the pleased groan he earned from finally positioning and pushing inside was enough to fuel a few thrusts upwards. Letting the human wiggle and bounce however he wanted, for now, he kept his hands anchored on the other’s hips, rubbing circles into his hipbones and smirking a little at the way that made him rock more. It didn’t take much longer like that before the elf pushed them forward, pistoning himself into the other easily. Carver grabbed hold of the tub, the rhythmic splashing only adding to the experience as he crooned and called out for the other, toes curling in the water. Thankful that the tub was fairly large, he pushed back into the other’s thrusts, nearly knocking him off balance, but Fenris only bared down, bit into the other’s shoulder, and tried to keep his rhythm as much as possible.
Neither man lasted very long at all, and soon the teen found his hold on the brass tub to be white-knuckled, and they both knew what that meant. With a broken, choked cry of Fenris’ name, he came hard into their previously clean bath water, and the clamping of his hungry muscles brought the elf to his end with a loud, animalistic snarl. Sagging into the water, the pair rest in the warm, dirty water for a while before Fenris hefted his lover and carried him to the bedroom, planning on dealing with the water later.