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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Dragon_Age:_Origins_-_Awakening, Dragon_Age_II, Dragon_Age_-_All_Media
      Types, Dragon_Age_(Video_Games)
  Relationship:
      Anders/Torrin, implied_Anders/Karl_Thekla
  Character:
      Anders_(Dragon_Age), Drass_(Dragon_Age), Torrin_(Dragon_Age)
  Additional Tags:
      mentioned_non-con, Dubious_Consent, mentioned_sexual_abuse, personally_I
      do_not_see_this_as_underage_but_as_I_never_specify_I_put_the_warning_up
      just_in_case, Borderline_underage, handjob, Public_Sex, Teacher-Student
      Relationship, Forced_Voyeurism, WELCOME_TO_THE_VOID
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-01-21 Words: 3640
****** A handful of bubbles ******
by Green_Sphynx
Summary
     Kmeme prompt: Anders' favourite lesson
     Or: The most thorough lesson in control for a mage
Notes
     Kmeme_prompt:
     Sooo mages are vulnerable to possession if they let down their guard.
     And when is a person most likely to do such a thing? Why, during sex,
     of course! So (as part of regular training/lessons) I want to see
     Anders having to concentrate on keeping some spell active while he's
     sitting in one of the senior enchanter's laps as he teases him to
     arousal and orgasm.
     Bonus if: Anders has done all the kissing but is still a virgin and
     all these lovely sensations are still extremely new. No preference on
     the enchanter, any male is welcome, heck even templars would be fine!
     My take: Anders is no virgin, as I headcanon him to have had sex way
     underage because some Templars know no bounds. Instead, I kept him
     'virginal' to the pleasures of sex.
“The problem with you mages is your complete lack of restraint.”
Anders rolled his eyes quietly, currently more interested in his fingernails
than the raving Templar pacing the front of the classroom. The other
apprentices were either with him – bored as shit – or quietly shaking like a
leaf in their seat. Admittedly, this particular Templar did the booming voice
rather well, and even Senior Enchanter Torrin seemed duly impressed.
“It is because of this lack in restraint that you have absolutely no control!
This is why you mages keep getting tempted by demons! This is why you mages
keep falling for them!”
The Templar finished yet another stretch across the front of the room and
turned sharply, staying in his spot for an agonisingly quiet few seconds before
getting back into motion, continuing his pacing as if he needed to wear a hole
into the stone floor.
“You have no control. You can barely keep a spell steady while focusing on one,
let alone when you’re distracted and compromised. And you dirty little buggers
have a unique talent for getting compromised more often than not!”
Anders snorted quietly, rubbing his fingers down his robes distractedly.
Compromised indeed. If the Templar was talking about how often they ended up in
a dark corner with their robes up around their waists, he sure had a point.
And then the Templar was looming over him. Anders blinked quickly at the sudden
shade he found himself in, head dropping back to meet the man’s eyes. The guy
was practically fuming, but did not do anything but loom. Surely, that was the
Senior Enchanter’s effect, because Anders knew this Templar rather… intimately.
He knew he wouldn’t hold back to punish Anders as he saw fit if there wasn’t a
class of apprentices and a Senior Enchanter present.
“You mages seem to be so eager to get yourself in compromising situations.” The
templar’s voice had lowered now, no longer booming as if he wanted the entire
tower to hear. Lower and more threatening now. “No mind is weaker than a mind
indulging in weakness. And that’s all you ever do, you mages: indulge. You’d
mistake the lot of you for the very Desire demons we try to protect you from!”
Anders quirked an eyebrow, holding the Templar’s gaze. He didn’t feel
particularly protected by any Templar, but that may be just him. Not.
“So eager to seduce, like you’re all addicted to sex…” The Templar reached out
now, gauntleted hand hovering over Anders’ shoulder for a moment. Anders
tensed, ready to feel the heavy hand where it would grab him. It’d be in the
nape of his neck, steel fingers digging in until he bruised, dragging him away-
But the Templar dropped his hand, turning and marching back to the front.
Anders let go of a breath he didn’t realise he was holding and shot a quick
grin around at his fellow apprentices, showing them he had not been scared.
Even if he definitely had been scared, but that was beside the point.
“With how often we find you lot indulging, it’s time we teach you some control.
Mind you, if I got it my way you’d be learning lessons of restraint. Have you
march and pray and train like a Templar instead of fucking like rabbits in
every Blighted hole of this Circle! I would break you so no demon would ever
tempt you again!”
His voice rang out, echoing eerily while all apprentices were quiet as death.
Even Anders now. He liked playing the aloof and unimpressed, but after the very
personal threat he suddenly wasn’t so certain of himself anymore. The Templar
seemed to mean business.
“But you’re lucky, you all.” The Templar sneered, coming to a halt by the door
and turning to gesture towards Senior Enchanter Torrin. “It will not be a
lesson in restraint. It’s pointless, trying to make you stop fucking around.
Seducing Templars like you’re already possessed, bargaining for little favours
with an eager thrust of your arses. Don’t think I don’t know what you’re up
to.”
Anders’ eyebrows raised up in surprise, but he kept his mouth firmly shut.
Offering his ass for favours? He never thought of that before, that was rather
brilliant. He should try see if he could get any favours of the Templars who
fucked him before – not that he felt like he ever tried to seduce any of them.
They would come to him and whisper of his sinful body like he had chosen to be
this handsome.
“Anders. You’re always so eager to kiss and tell, you get the honour of going
first.”
Anders’ eyes narrowed immediately at the Templar. So far for the favours then,
getting thrown to the wolves first immediately. He wouldn’t dare to disobey now
though, not with how worked up the Templar already was, so he reluctantly rose
to his feet.
The Senior Enchanter beckoned him to come to the front and he dragged his feet
there, unwilling but obedient like a good apprentice.
“Like Ser Drass said, this will be a lesson in control.” Torrin motioned for
Anders to come stand in front of him, then turn around. “More accurately, it
will be a practical in control under duress.” A hand pressed between Anders’
shoulder blades and he blinked in alarm as he bent over. Arse up to the Senior
Enchanter; a position the Templars loved to put him in. When his robes were
hiked up the dread settled firmly in his stomach, and he was suddenly very
interested in studying his boots rather than looking into the classroom at his
suspiciously silent fellow apprentices.
“Now, Anders. Last week you demonstrated an illusionary spell rather
excellently. I believe you created visions in the air of… what was it again? A
fountain?”
“Bubbles,” Anders corrected, voice tight. A spell that sounded silly and
pointless, but turned out to be rather difficult when tried. Getting the
bubbles to look just right, the gleam of their surface, the lightness with
which they moved… Karl had been very excited by Anders’ success later.
He dreaded what last week’s success had to do with this, though.
 “Of course, that’s it. Well, let’s show that same spell again. I want you to
summon the illusion and keep it intact throughout the lesson, no matter what
happens. The illusion should not lose credibility.”
“But-”
“Don’t worry, if you don’t manage today, we will simply repeat the lesson until
you can. There is no shame in losing focus on such a complicated spell on your
first try.”
There was a huff from the door and the disapproval of the Templar was nearly
palpable, but Senior Enchanter Torrin braved on nonetheless. Anders didn’t like
the idea of having to expose himself this vulnerably in class over and over
again, but he was glad a failure would not be immediately followed by
punishment. Even if the Templar wanted it to be so.
“Once you cast the spell, we will get started. Remember, the main purpose is
control. Keep the spell going no matter how I will compromise your
concentration.”
And if that didn’t sound ominous, Anders didn’t know what would. He felt like a
little child standing ready to get spanked. And he feared he really was.
With a deep, steadying breath he started to cast, not looking up to meet
anyone’s eyes, not trying to show off like he had last time he cast this
particular spell. He kept his eyes firmly on his boots until imaginary bubbles
started to float around him, moving in the slow and languid rhythm of his
fingers.
“Well done, Anders,” the Senior Enchanter praised, and with that Anders felt
the first touch to his bum.
The first slap was so weak and hesitant Anders didn’t falter in his spell. The
second slap was a little harder, but not unexpected nor surprising. The third
was the hardest and yet barely something to faze Anders. If this was going to
be a spanking, Senior Enchanter Torrin should’ve asked the Templar to do it.
Not that Anders was eager in any way to get his arse spanked red in front of
his peers.
There was an intake of breath from the Templar that alerted them he would be
speaking again, but before he got the chance Anders found the Senior
Enchanter’s fingers wrap around his hips and pull him backwards. Taken by
surprise, Anders lost balance and fell straight into the older man’s lap, bare
butt and all.
His cheeks were flaming red, but he managed to keep his eyes down on his boots,
refusing to look up and meet anyone’s gaze. This was so humiliating, he just
wanted to hide and never show his face again.
Yet the Templar made a little huff of approval, like he had wanted to urge the
Senior Enchanter to take Anders on his lap. It was awkward, if not for his
naked arse on the cheap satin of Torrin’s robes, then for Anders’ height. His
legs splayed either way to compromise for their fresh-out-of-growth-spurt
length, and he was pretty sure the Senior Enchanter couldn’t see anything but
Anders’ shoulder blades now.
Why this bastard got to be hidden from view while Anders was on display for the
entire class, he did not know.
The spell did not falter.
It did, however, falter a little the moment he felt two warm, somewhat sweaty
palms smooth over his inner thighs.
Anders jumped slightly with a small sound of surprise, the illusion around them
shifting for a moment. The Senior Enchanter immediately stilled, clicking his
tongue in admonishment.
As if he didn’t have his hands on Anders’ naked thighs in front of the class.
“Focus, Anders.”
“Y-yes,” he stammered, too taken by surprise to make up something witty to say.
Or even to think of staying silent.
The hands started to pet his thighs as soon as Anders had his spell under
control again, the bubbles floating lightly through the air. It was surreal,
holding up an illusion this innocent while a Senior Enchanter was feeling him
up.
Anders forced down a strangled sound when Torrin actually copped a feel,
cupping his flaccid – and probably shrivelled up in embarrassment – nether
regions with a hot palm.
“Don’t let yourself be distracted, Anders,” Senior Enchanter Torrin repeated,
again.Anders was pretty sure this was cheating though. Who wouldn’t get
distracted with a hand on their bits?
All his instincts were screaming to go along with it, to make pretty smiles and
quiet noises, to bend over and cast that grease spell Karl had passed on to him
years before he knew the purpose of it. He had learned some special tricks to
make his muscles relax – courtesy getting extra lessons in spirit healing –
that he knew he should cast quick or it would be too late.
All of these instinctual thoughts were hardly helping him focus on an illusion
of blighted bubbles.
Worse then was when the Senior Enchanter started kneading gently.
Anders’ thighs tensed up and he bit his lip to stay quiet, the sensations
pleasant now despite their situation. Templars didn’t often pay him attention,
and usually it was just to tease. Often a hard grope just until his body
reacted far enough for his length to stiffen, never enough to satisfy.
He only had a vague idea of how good things could be for the Templars because
he took himself in hand before, yet he never had particularly much interest in
repeating such things with his fellow mages.
Kisses were fun. Kisses could be enjoyed by both parties. Sex… well, he wasn’t
too enthusiastic about having to bend over even more often, and he wouldn’t be
able to try it on another mage in good conscience. Even if he had the muscle
relaxing spell to offer.
Senior Enchanter Torrin however, was touching him like he was touching himself.
No, calmer. More teasing. No frantic tugging of a horny teenager wanting to get
off quick before someone else would come back to the dorm.
It was even better.
Anders stifled a whimper, his cock growing hard under the warm hand. The whole
situation was mortifying, but he was young and his dick was willing. His dick
was always willing.
But no matter how distracting Senior Enchanter Torrin’s hand on his stiffening
bits was, he still held the spell. He could feel the hum of approval of his
teacher against his shoulder, the hand squeezing slightly to acknowledge he was
doing well.
Funny that, when it just tempted another whimper from Anders.
It was a matter of seconds before he was hard enough for the Senior Enchanter
to wrap his fingers around Anders’ length properly. He stroked gently,
carefully, allowing it to stiffen further and grow in his hand. It was so
ridiculous, how careful he was being.
Like the first time Anders lured Mr. Wiggums out from under a piece of
furniture. Slow movements, careful cooing sounds and the gentlest of petting to
draw the cat out, make it bolder and then purr loudly under Anders’ skilful
hands.
Ridiculous.
The comparison didn’t do anything to make the erection go down again, sadly
enough. Instead Anders found himself fully erect, hunched over on his teacher’s
lap with a dark-skinned hand pumping his cock like he was giving a Templar a
very well-practiced hand-job.
And Maker, Senior Enchanter meant Senior Handjob Giver, apparently.
Anders bit down on a whimper, eyes screwing shut in an attempt to focus on the
spell. Anything to keep it up, show he was better than this.
He needed to prove he could keep this spell going no matter what. He needed to
prove that bloody Templar who was so eager to see him fail, that he had
control.
Even if Torrin’s thumb swiped over the head of his cock, making him gasp and
his hips buck slightly into the man’s grip.
The bubbles remained floating.
There was an increased pressure against the underside of his cock, pads of soft
fingers stimulating the thick veins right below the head. Another swipe over
the tip and he Torrin’s fingers came off wet, only smoothing the slide of his
hand for that particular little patch.
The discrepancy between the dry hand and the wet fingertips made it even worse.
Another whimper, because Anders was trying very hard not to just moan out loud.
Trying to stay in control. But the pleasure was almost dizzying, and it was
hard not to start bucking…
He gave in.
Even while the bubbles stuttered in the air, Anders helplessly rolled his hips
into the pleasure, riding Senior Enchanter Torrin’s hand with an eager urgency
he wished he wasn’t feeling. There was a mild sound of warning behind him to
make him focus on the spell again, but he couldn’t.
He really couldn’t.
But when the bubbles truly faltered, the pleasure stopped.
“Giving up already, Anders?”
His breath hitched, and with a quick movement of his hands he restored the
spell, drawing the bubbles back up, making them float once more. The Senior
Enchanter chuckled in amusement, and Anders could swear he heard a huff from
the Templar at the door, but it no longer mattered.
That warm hand was stroking him once more, and everything around him might as
well be the Fade itself.
Anders was breathing heavily now, fingers swaying for the spell, hips rolling
into the hand. He couldn’t hear anything but his own puffs of breath, like his
ears were stuffed with cotton. He couldn’t feel anything but the heat of the
Senior Enchanter’s thighs beneath his own, the slick rasp of his cheap robes,
that hand stroking him, the pad of his thumb slicking over the tip and drawing
out a string of sticky fluid.
Anders moaned, back arching when he pressed his hips forward, chasing after
that thumb as it lifted. His whole body moved, his shoulders dropping back
against the Senior Enchanter’s chest. His head fell back, and it was
exhilarating.
He wasn’t aware of how far he was exposing himself.
All he knew was that warm hand slowly teasing him, making his fingers tingle
and his toes curl in his boots.
A hot, velvet palm squeezed his balls ever so gently, rolling them like an
apprentice would play with large marbles during enchantment practicals. The
sensation was exquisitely unexpected and Anders’ right leg twitched, fingers
faltering in their movement and causing the bubbles to do the same.
Senior Enchanter Torrin only had to slow his ministrations for Anders to
remember the spell he should keep up.
It was difficult, but worth it. This pleasure was worth the tight leash he had
to keep on his control, keep his spell going for the sake of warm hands turning
him oversensitive and numb all at once.
He could feel every callous on the Senior Enchanter’s hand and even if he
couldn’t tell where each callous was, he revelled in each and every one of
them. It made him want to reach down and take Torrin’s wrist, lift his hand to
seek out each of these rough spots with his lips. Only that would require that
hand to stop doing all those delicious things down there, and that wasn’t worth
it. Not even close.
Anders’ eyes opened on just a slit, and the sight that met him surprised him in
a small jolt, the warm hand tightening its grip on his cock for a fraction of a
second as if to keep him in place. A moan rolled from his lips and he watched.
Because he was being watched. And as mortifying as that was, it also sent
shivers of pleasure through him, his skin forming goose bumps from the arousal
alone.
Some of the apprentices didn’t dare to watch. They were studying their laps or
the wall or anything that meant they didn’t have to look forward to where
Anders was.
Some were watching openly, eyes wide and full of lust.
Some… some were less straight-forward, but clearly enjoying the show. One
apprentice met his gaze and promptly looked away with a face so bright red it
may catch fire. Two were watching from the corners of their eyes, through their
lashes, pretending not to be looking but their eyes glued on Anders’ crotch.
He gasped and twitched, and once more the ministrations were paused until he
got his spell back under control.
It was almost impossible, to keep going this way.
He could see one of his more forward peers reach down to supposedly relieve
some pressure, but nobody cared. Nobody stopped him.
Anders let his head drop to the side to look at the Templar, who he had
expected to interfere, but instead of the side of the man’s head he was met
with a heated gaze.
A heated gaze so full of lust it was almost scary. Sadly for the big angry
Templar, there wasn’t a single thing he could do to Anders right here in front
of a Senior Enchanter.
Even if the lines were blurred by the fact that Torrin already had his hands
all over Anders right in front of the Templar, they all knew the warrior would
be in serious trouble if he so much as touched a hair on Anders’ head during a
lesson in magic.
It was not his place.
Anders smirked.
And that was when the Senior Enchanter found a particularly good down stroke
with his thumb, and Anders arched, hips pushing forward as he gasped. His eyes
shut again, only to fly open when his teacher’s hand stopped abruptly.
He fumbled to restore the spell, but once he did, he was still teetering on the
edge. He was so very close now, and he could not keep his spell stable anymore.
Every time he restored, the Senior Enchanter’s hand barely had to move for
Anders to falter again. He was panting heavily, heat maddening and the pressure
coiling in his belly, but he couldn’t get there.
He couldn’t get there, because he needed to focus for Senior Enchanter Torrin
to keep going, but when he did his control broke.
His hips twitched forward, pressing into the warm palm that was so very close
to bringing him off, and the spell broke completely.
And with that, his cock was released back to the cold air of the classroom.
“That was a pretty impressive display of control,” the Senior Enchanter
praised, but his voice came from far away. Anders couldn’t believe it. “To get
this far on your first try- my, you really are the talent Wynne speaks of,
Anders. I doubt you’ll need all that many practice to pass this test, but we’ll
see. Please go back to your seat.”
Back to your seat.
Anders was shaking, panting, eyes wide in disbelief.
Senior Enchanter Torrin – his teacher, the only one currently protecting him
from the hunger of the Templar – actually intended to just leave him hanging.
Because he couldn’t keep up a spell through an orgasm.
“Anders. Please get back to your seat.”
He leaned forward to get up on shaky legs, his knees nearly buckling the moment
his weight came on them. His robes dropped back down, but they caught on his
cock, standing and screaming for attention.
With a quiet whimper he tugged the fabric forward so it would drop down
properly before shuffling through the room, avoiding meeting anyone’s eyes as
he made his way to his chair.
He had never been this hard in his life. He had never been this desperate for
release.
And now he had to sit and watch as each of the other apprentices got their own
turn.
He let himself drop forward to knock his forehead on the desk, and quietly
vowed to himself he’d find Karl to fix this as soon as the lesson was over.
 
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