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CW: underage, off screen noncon
New fic for #AndersApril25! I went with the prompt: The Circle is a Spiral to explore the cycles of abuse among mages. Wooo

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preview of fic “Jowan!” Anders interrupted, holding off his giggles. Jowan’s spine shot up straight and he bent forward, looking into the room. Anders was in the bed, slipping out of it, all long limbs and blushes, the giggling making him warm and pink. Jowan got a good look at his skinny butt, which was an unnatural shade of red, as he spilled onto the floor and started giggling again, wrapping himself into a blanket. Karl rolled his eyes and smiled. So the rumors weren’t wrong, it seemed. They were, at least, sleeping together. Anders threw himself at the doorway, pressing against Karl. Karl’s arm around him was as loving as it was necessary, keeping Anders upright. “Jowan, hi hi hi! What brings you here?” Jowan all but swallowed his adam’s apple, a cold tingle of panic jolting through his chest. “Oh! Uh, hello, Anders.” “Yeah, we know, hello and all that, now, Karl and I were busy, so just get out with it, would you?” Jowan looked at his feet and he tried not to crumple in on himself. Karl squeezed Anders tighter to his side and kissed his temple. “Be nice, Anders, he’s nervous, can’t you tell?” Karl pressed. “Yeah, but I was having fun!” Anders rolled his eyes. “Oh! Is that what this is about? Do you want to have fun?” Slowly, a lot of that fear returned to him, Jowan climbed onto the bed and sat where Anders had patted, his back up against the headboard. He tried to ignore the silk tie behind him. This was going to hurt. Or he was going to hurt Anders. He wasn’t sure about this. “Hey, hey, be a good boy for me and relax, huh?” Anders asked, no longer showing himself off but leaning forward. He kissed Jowan and everything felt better again, tongue in his mouth and moan in his throat. Anders was handsy, fingers slipping over Jowan’s chest and down to his thighs, guiding him in spreading his legs. Jowan’s heart thudded in his chest, so loud it didn’t allow for breath. He had the worry that, with his legs spread, something was going to be shoved inside of him, wetted with only Karl’s spit, and he would tear and it would hurt. “Relax,” Anders reminded, kissing Jowan’s cheek and moving down to his neck, where he sucked a hickey where his long brown hair would hide. “You have all the power here. You tell us to stop and we will.” He never had the power. No one eve listened to him when he had something to say. He nodded and Anders slid back, graceful as a cat, arching his back again. He pressed his tongue to the bottom of Jowan’s cock and licked his way up, from base to tip and Jowan clutched the sheets, trying to keep his hips down. Was this what it felt like, when a Templar humped his face? It was so good! Anders licked ad licked, his hands always on Jowan’s thighs, massaging him, looking up at Jowan through his long gold eyelashes. He got Jowan’s dick wet from all angles before putting the head in his mouth, sucking on it lightly, pushing the foreskin down with his tongue. Jowan couldn’t help the little noises that he made. “He’s good at this, isn’t he?” Karl asked, picking up the paddle and running his hand over it. He put one knee on the bed, right behind Anders. Jowan nodded, “Ah y-yes, Ser.”
April 4, 2025 at 8:34 AM