Sampling the divine
for Nate
Samuel Wordsworth
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Samuel was not a particularly dirty minded person, nor did he spend too much time mourning the lack of sex in his Ascended life; he liked to be physical with those he was involved with, as a way of expressing love, but generally the idea of sex simply for the sake of it didn't appeal.

All that said, since he'd learnt of the room that returned sensation, he'd struggled to get the idea out of his head. Maybe it was his new body that he'd yet to explore, maybe it was just how lonely he was, but Sam found that he wanted to experiment with it enough that he got over the embarrassment of having to ask Bastien for the key.

A display of just how distracted he was when he entered and felt the sudden rush of life in his body, Sam forgot to lock the door behind himself. Instead, he walked forward into the room and sat down on one of the cushioned platforms, for a while just sitting and enjoying what he could feel; the softness of the cushion, the breeze from the window on his skin. Eventually, though, he got to what he'd come for; unbuttoning his pants and leaning back, Sam slid a finger down his clit and into himself, pulling back the wet tip to rub over himself again.

Perhaps a little enamoured with the image of how filthy he had to look, he lifted a hand up into his shirt and began to pull and play with a nipple at the same time, closing his eyes and gasping under his breath as the touches began to synch up and set fires within his belly.
SAMUEL
I somehow still lost
I somehow always do
Nate Wrenzaok
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#2
Will it fill our hearts with thoughts of endless night time sky?
The more things change, the more they stay the same. Nate feels whole again, healthy and refreshed in a way that he can’t even remember experiencing before. Exhaustion still sags his shoulders, weighs heavy on his eyelids, but thankfully, he knows a quick way to wake himself up.

There is exactly one good thing about the Grounds, and it is a little, dimly lit, conveniently unlocked room.

The plan is simple, satisfy himself a little, drift into a motionless not-quite sleep, and return home in the evening. He’s looking forward to that as much as he’s dreading it, Nate unsure how to explain his new role with the Voice without inciting worry and panic. For the moment though, he doesn’t have to think about that, doesn’t have to think about anything at all.

His one eyed gaze falls upon Sam without really seeing him at first, though once the shape registers Nate can scarcely look away. ”Sam.” Nate rumbles the name of his once lover like a question, though it’s not quite clear what the rest of the question is. Something in between what are you doing? and mind if I join?.
NATE
Samuel Wordsworth
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Sam was beginning to pick up speed as he fell deeper into the rush of heavy warmth in his body, his finger sliding in and out of himself and growing wetter by the second, his legs falling further open as he thought about no one in particular holding them down and spreading him out; he pinched his nipple harder. It wouldn't hurt, but he could at least imagine the shock of pain from a bite, the gentle crooning of a presence over him, using him--

There was a moan leaving his lips that wouldn't sound out of place in the Halenani when the door opened. Immediately Sam sat bolt upright, hands coming to stay stiffly on his thighs (though his pants were still pushed half down his thighs, with his shirt messed and hair all over the place) and if he could blush, he would have been bright red. When he saw who it was that had opened it, he couldn't decide if he was more or less embarrassed.

"N-Nate." He returned, nodding. Sam looked the taller man up and down, chewed on his bottom lip. Maybe it was the Frey magic in the space, but leaving in shame was not the first thing on his mind. Not bold enough to bring up what was his first thought, he instead asked the obvious: "Um..what are you doing here?"
SAMUEL
I somehow still lost
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Nate Wrenzaok
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Will it fill our hearts with thoughts of endless night time sky?
What is he doing? It has to be obvious, considering what Sam himself is doing, considering the growing bulge in his pants, but Nate can't quite bring himself to be that aggressive. "I imagine the same thing you are." Already there's a growl in his voice, a snarl of need that is impatient and angry at finding this snag in his plan. Though... why does it have to be a snag? Nate takes a step deeper into the room, shrugging his jacket off as he goes, a single thought in his mind.

Obviously, he's not going anywhere, and obviously Sam's already gotten started, so... "Would it be wrong to suggest we work together?" The question is asked so casually, it's almost like Nate's mind hasn't already been made up, his shirt joining his jacket on the ground and a hand moving to pop the button of his pants, relieving some of the pressure building up there. An unblinking gaze is levelled at Sam the entire time, dipping between his legs like he's looking for something before seemingly realizing what he's doing.
NATE
Samuel Wordsworth
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It was an obvious question with an obvious answer, but Sam was glad he'd asked it when he heard Nate speak, the growl in his voice doing something that sent little shocks of electricity down Sam's spine. Was it wrong, for Nate to still affect him like this? Whether it was or not, it didn't seem like Nate was arguing; Sam had to admit there was a part of him excited at the idea of being able to tempt him back.

His lips parted as he watched Nate remove his shirt; he'd always found him attractive, and at the question he didn't have to consider his answer: Sam leaned back, kept his legs parted and breathed: "Yes. But I'd like to." In the moment, with the sensations he was feeling overwhelming after so long without, he didn't consider what Nate might notice was different from the last time they were together; all he could think of was contact, touch, the throbbing heat in his groin.

Before Nate came close Sam unbuttoned his own shirt, revealing his small delicate breasts, covered in a swirling, thin pattern of ginger hair and freckles. "I'd like it very much if you touched me."
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Nate Wrenzaok
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Will it fill our hearts with thoughts of endless night time sky?
That yes is all Nate needs to press forwards, stepping out of loose boots as he goes. The distance between them is covered with three long steps, then the sudden dip of Nate between Sam’s legs, his hands moving up slim things to grab at his pants and pull them all the way off.

It’s not quite touching, though n fact, now that he’s been asked, Nate keeps his hands to himself as long as possible, just barely hovering them over Sam’s hips, up along his sides. As his touch moves further up, he stops being able to help himself, fingers suddenly dragging heavily over the soft skin of the other man’s chest, thumbs pressing roughly against his nipples.

All the while, Nate grows comfortable between splayed open legs, his gaze dipping down once, twice, before finally he just asks. ”You're uh, missing something, aren’t you?” The words come out in the clearest voice he can mama ge, a feat made easier by confusion, but only just.
NATE
Samuel Wordsworth
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Nate surged forwards and Sam gladly leaned up to welcome him, pressing kisses to the side of his neck as his clothes were removed; he was about to use his teeth to just graze at the skin when Nate roughly grabbed his chest, a sensation that seemed to be amplified now that he had breasts. Sam moaned, fingers pressing in tight against Nate's back as he arched into the touch, one hand sinking down to rest at Nate's hip--

"What?" He blinked, thrown out of the lustful dream he'd been caught in. Once Sam actually realised what Nate was asking, he was embarrassed, but...he'd come this far. Mustering all the self confidence he'd gained in the last seasons he gently took Nate's wrist in his hand and moved it down to between his legs, so Nate's fingertips would be able to feel the wetness there. "...Some things have changed. I can explain later, but..."

He knew what Nate liked. Looking up into the larger man's eyes and making his voice soft, Sam asked: "Can you please just fuck me first, sir?"
SAMUEL
I somehow still lost
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Nate Wrenzaok
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Will it fill our hearts with thoughts of endless night time sky?
It's a good thing this isn't his first time, Nate's fingers rough, fast, but not painfully heavy as they circle around Sam's clit, spreading his wetness around his pussy lips. "Don't need the explanation." His voice rumbles in his chest as a finger dips low, sinking into Sam. It's followed by another, then another, Nate's hand twisted so he can fuck them in and out.

He should stick with his hand for a little longer, should give himself time to savour this, but fuck should. Sam pushes his buttons, and all Nate can do is respond with a growl, pulling his hands back to shove his pants down and line himself up, thrusting into the other man's cunt eagerly. A loud groan leaves him as he bottoms out, surprised at the intensity of pleasure that rocks through him. Had it really been so long?
NATE
Samuel Wordsworth
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It seemed Nate didn't mind; Sam wasn't expecting the immediate fingers on his clit, the rough and insistent touch. The fingers sinking into him were just what he'd wanted but couldn't reach with his own, Nate's reaching deep enough to hit the right spots inside; Sam's nails dug into Nate's back and his hips shook, trying to press down onto the fingers and encourage the thrusts.

He was enjoying Nate's fingers, the sensation of just being touched; Sam tossed his head back and moaned loudly, always wanting to perform for those he was with (and he knew Nate loved it when he was a slut). When the fingers left him he looked up with a whine, dripping wet between his legs and desperate for contact; seeing Nate pull down his pants was both a surprise and a relief.

"Nate--" He gasped in a half-choked moan as he was filled entirely in a second, shivers travelling all the way from his pussy to the top of his scalp; a kind of full body high he couldn't get away from, his legs and arms instinctively trying to pull Nate close and tight, to not let him move away, as if all his body had ever been made to do was hold Nate's cock.
SAMUEL
I somehow still lost
I somehow always do
Nate Wrenzaok
the Lone (Free) Ranger
"Doctor" / Guildmaster

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Will it fill our hearts with thoughts of endless night time sky?
He doesn’t need to breathe anymore, but Nate still sucks in a shuddering breath, eyes focused intently on the motion of Sam’s body. On the moans leaving him as he arches and writhes. Maybe it’s the touch of the room, but Nate moves quickly, nude in an instant, pressed into Sam in another.

Nate rolls his hips almost experimentally, pulling out shallowly and thrusting back in, gentler than he will be able to manage again. Fingers that are still slick from being inside Sam wrap around his hips, pulling him closer, Nate pressing himself deeper. He leans back, rising to look over the other man, to lick his lips in anticipation, and when he does staticky arms crackle into being, one of them wrapping both hands around Sam’s wrist while the other caresses Sam’s jaw, his lips.

No words leave him as he pulls back again, leaving just the tip of his cock in Sam, a hungry smirk playing over his lips. It’s not clear if he wants to hear begging, or simple desperate mobs, but he seems to be waiting for something, some inscrutable action before he slams back into Sam, hands pulling the other’s hips down while he thrusts in, bottoming out with a wet smack.
NATE
Samuel Wordsworth
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The first press, soft and shallow, was a surprise; Sam had known Nate as a lover before and had come to expect him to be rough and hard. The relatively light touch was enough to make him whine and frown, feeling empty without the cock as deep as it could be. Thankfully, it seemed he wasn't the only one impatient, because soon Nate was sinking deeper, pushing and stretching inside.

Sam's moan was cut short by surprise as he saw the new arms (apparently he wasn't the only one with some new parts), but explanations could wait; right now all that mattered was how they felt, the caresses on his lips and hand pinning down his wrist making him feel things he hadn't in a long time: desired, precious, owned; all things that only served to make him wetter and needier, his cunt tensing and leaking around Nate.

"Noooo-" He whined, feeling Nate pull out and leave him wanting, the tip only barely held inside. With no consideration or hesitation, Sam immediately began to wriggle, trying to get himself pressed down onto the deliciously thick length, as he mumbled: "Please, please. Please; I need it. It feels so good."

Then he got want he wanted, all at once, and it was too much to handle; with a cry Sam came, shaking and squeezing his legs around Nate, fingers digging hard into his side, only two words managing to fall from his lips: "Don't. Stop."
SAMUEL
I somehow still lost
I somehow always do
Nate Wrenzaok
the Lone (Free) Ranger
"Doctor" / Guildmaster

Age: 37 | Height: 6'1" | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds
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#12
Will it fill our hearts with thoughts of endless night time sky?
"Shhh shhh shhh shhh." Nate's voice is a purr, and low rumble. One of those new arms moves to press a finger against Sam's lips, firm and unyielding. It only takes a moment before it presses into his mouth, exploring along sharp teeth as it begins to thrust in and out, out of sync with Nate's hips. The other hand squeezes tighter around clasped wrists, a distant thrill in the doctors eyes when he sees just how stuck Sam is. Just how in control he is.

Nate didn't need to be asked twice. Hell, he didn't need to be asked at all. With a guttural groan, Nate slams himself into Sam again and again, hands that would be bruising on anyone else wrapped around the other's hips and pulling him in with every thrust.

There is something to be said for an ascended's stamina, for the utterly inhuman pace that Nate manages to keep, chasing his own orgasm furiously before slowing, letting it drift away again. Something to be said for the chase, the need that overtakes him, rough groans leaving him with every move.
NATE
Samuel Wordsworth
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Nate had always been good at taking care of him, making Sam feel safe and able to let go of himself, knowing he was looked after and led by Nate. Closing his eyes he sucked on Nate's fingers, giving a choked moan as they began to thrust in and out of his mouth along with the cock in his cunt; gently moving back and forth between the two motions, Sam already felt delightfully overwhelmed and filled.

He was pulled up into a almost delirious state by the relentless, quick pushes of Nate's cock, then dragged out painfully as he slowed down; every time Sam whined, his wrists pushing up against Nate's hand as he wanted to reach and pull hips closer, fill himself up more. Every time Nate began to fuck him again earnestly, Sam tossed his head back and let his legs fall as open as they could, the picture of an eager slut.

As soon as the fingers were out of his mouth he began to beg again, but this time for more than just movement. "Naaaaaaaaate-- please, cum inside-- please, Oh Gods, I need to be bred--" Words that Sam had only ever thought to himself at night, never said aloud, but Nate had gotten him worked up enough to not care, to only want the most pleasure he could find.
SAMUEL
I somehow still lost
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Nate Wrenzaok
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"Doctor" / Guildmaster

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Will it fill our hearts with thoughts of endless night time sky?
Sam takes everything he has to give, and still begs for more, still whines and shivers on his cock. It stokes some part of his ego, stimulates him just as much as the tightness of Sam's cunt, and its with some kind of perverse glee that he realizes he must be the other mans first like this. "I don't remember you being such a little slut." The words are growled viciously in Sam's ear, followed up by dull teeth dragging along his lobe. They're a lie, of course, but Nate knows what the man beneath him wants to hear, knows what he wants to believe about himself. Knows that he wants to feel utterly depraved. And honestly, Nate is happy to soil him, happy to let his hands be rough and demanding.

The slap of his hips against the bookmaker grows suddenly manic, Nate pressing in as deeply as he can manage. A rough rumble only just barely leaves him before he cuts it off by sinking fangs into Sam's collar, letting the sound rumble through veins and skin instead. He doesn't need the extra stimulation to push him over the edge, but it's so satisfying go out with a bang, to drag both of them into an abyss of senseless pleasure.

All things have to end though. Eventually, Nate has to pull away, his teeth replaced by his forehead, unnecessary breath panting out of him while he rolls his hips experimentally, humming at the feeling of cum escaping around his cock. "I think you're good and bred now."
NATE


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