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It was unfair!
Anders was attractive and he was pleasant to be around, when he wanted to be, and he could do this thing with his hands that made people scream, in a positive way, and he was funny, and he was attractive! Therefore, people should like him more and he should get to do something about his raging hard on aside from running off from the one person he really wanted to shove it in the mouth of.
He slammed the door closed and shoved his back to it, letting himself slide down it. He wanted to cry. He wanted to touch himself. He wanted to rush back out there and grab that piece of shit by his stupid little goatee and drag him back into this room, tear off their silly little armor sets, and sit on his face.
He’d backed himself into a corner.
Anders was known for many things, but thinking things through was not one of them.
He snatched up the bow and collapsed once more, in Nathaniel’s bed instead of his own. Lying on his stomach, he slipped his leg in between the bow and the bowstring, pulling it up until it was at his hip. He was straight and narrow, Maker, he even had feathers! And, if Nathaniel found out what he was doing with his bow, he would be shot too.
He spread his labia with one hand and slid the… grip -it was the part that Nathaniel put his hand on and that made it the grip, he’d learned this – in between the inflamed mounds of flesh. This was what Nathaniel would hold when he took aim. His hand would touch Anders’ wetness, the scent would transfer to Nathaniel’s callouses. Anders shivered. Nathaniel would smell his cunt, he would smell of his cunt, it was like a secret mark he could put on Nathaniel.
I said I was taking a break, I wrote this today. Anders fucking Nathaniel's bow for a DA Prompt Event!
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