Face your daylight horrors!

missl0nelyhearts:

combination-nc replied to your post: OKAY! **rubs hands together**

Drunksmutting, awww yeah! Karl/Anders (such a surprise!) neglecting their storage room cleaning duty would be veery interesting. Gotta be careful though, it would be awkward to be caught.. uhm, slacking off.

The rice is a loss.

Karl lets himself imagine trying to sit at dinner with a bowl of rice now, remembering this moment; the storeroom scent of dried beans and turnips, the hands on his thighs, and the knobbed knees on the sack of rice.  Anders showing him how far he’s come.

How far Karl can go. 

The flat tongue cradles him.  Anders smiles with the faint, gold gleam of his eyes, and with the muscles of his throat.  A smile can be so much.  But even with Anders on him, eager, forgetful teeth and tight heat, Karl can count his own smiles on one hand.

His hips jerk.  Anders pries Karl’s fingers from the crate and tucks them into his hair. 

Karl presses into the suckling vortex, milked and shambling beneath the young mage’s hands.

Deep.  Perfect.  Karl’s teeth clack in the dark, fingers tightening.

Anders goes farther each time.  And sometimes without Karl.

Yes. Yes perfect. And that last line? That last line. Thank you for this moment of sexy and beautiful. Also: smutlet is an amazing word.

Now I am going to need a moment to think about the many ways that last line is true. All the feelings.