Nathaniel Howe
Warden Commander of Ferelden
Canon Character
Noble
Grey Warden
Post DAI Timeline
DAO/DA2 Timeline
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Mentioning Rendon at such a time could have killed the moment. A thought that lingered in Nathaniel's mind seconds after he voiced his admission. While Rendon's disdain at knowing his son held a Cousland cock in his hand emboldened Nathaniel, they might still others desire to continue.
Fergus did not pull away. Quite the opposite. Fingers, sunk into Nathaniel's hair, pulled his head back drawing Nathaniel's mouth into a smug smile. The lips that grazed the line of his jaw were asperous, smothering Nathaniel's grin with demands that would not unanswered.
A growl, born deep within Nathaniel's throat, was muffled as mouth moved against mouth. Nathaniel relished in the tactile: the feel of stubble scraping against stubble, the unkind pull of his hair and the silky smooth of the cock held within his hand.
Fingers curled around Fergus and moved slowly down the shaft in stark contrast to the fevered tempo of their kissing. A fire was easy to light but if not tended properly, the flame might sputter out too quickly and die before any warmth could be obtained.
Nathaniel had no intention of making this quick.
He drew back from Fergus' mouth, a simple instruction given. "Free me."
Fergus did not pull away. Quite the opposite. Fingers, sunk into Nathaniel's hair, pulled his head back drawing Nathaniel's mouth into a smug smile. The lips that grazed the line of his jaw were asperous, smothering Nathaniel's grin with demands that would not unanswered.
A growl, born deep within Nathaniel's throat, was muffled as mouth moved against mouth. Nathaniel relished in the tactile: the feel of stubble scraping against stubble, the unkind pull of his hair and the silky smooth of the cock held within his hand.
Fingers curled around Fergus and moved slowly down the shaft in stark contrast to the fevered tempo of their kissing. A fire was easy to light but if not tended properly, the flame might sputter out too quickly and die before any warmth could be obtained.
Nathaniel had no intention of making this quick.
He drew back from Fergus' mouth, a simple instruction given. "Free me."