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[ He decidedly does not comment on Varric's dumbass little grin, the insinuation of have fun, but not too much fun as he hands the little container over. There are all sorts of jokes he clearly wants to make but Dorian casts him a baleful look and says If it's all the same to you, I'll thank you to keep whatever witty comments you have to yourself. Varric does, but it's only just barely, evident in the tilt of his mouth.

Honestly.

He holds onto it at first - they don't have much time directly in the aftermath of Adamant; his skin still crawls when he thinks about it, when he smells the harsh tang of ozone, or sees the green flicker of the open rifts. There's this sick little twist in his gut that he can't quite get rid of every time and he feels only marginally better when he sees it reflected in the Inquisitor's face. It's not just him.

Eventually, though, they make their way back to Skyhold, a little battered, a little bruised, and if he sees the Inquisitor take a left instead of a right, heading for Solas' section of the keep, well, he doesn't say a thing.

He makes a pit stop at his own room, and washes off with what's likely the coldest water this side of the keep, but doesn't want to wait for a bath to heat. Instead, he makes himself presentable, washes the blood and gore out of what he can, and dresses in something less armor and buckles. The package secure in one hand, he heads for Bull's room, unsurprised it's unlocked. ]

Honestly, you savage.

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[ it wasn't that he wasn't used to fear-- he was. he welcomed it, he took it by the horns, so to speak and conquered everything that came to him. but that-- that was some next level shit. he could prepare for a lot, steel himself against it, the idea of it, but that was doing something to him he couldn't shake off, settling deep into his bones like an old, unwelcome friend. typically, he'd round up a charger and have them beat the fear out of him-- not a bad idea, actually, now that he thinks about it. this was a brave new fucking world, but not everything had to change.

he hears dorian come before he enters the door, the familiar way he walks-- assertive and assured, each foot falling ahead of the other with purpose. it's strange, how comforting it is to know he's there, how perilous it seemed otherwise. like if they didn't make it out of the fade, if that had been it and he'd been swallowed up by that fear demon son of a bitch and that was it.

really makes a guy realize his priorities. a battle of instinct versus need wasn't something he was totally interested in but considering the total fucking upheaval of his life thus far, it was about time. there was no going back. there was no undoing. and here, this is what mattered. these people mattered to him.

he looks up as the door opens and feels it melt away as much as it can. what matters is right now, not the what ifs. what matters is that he's here and they continue, that they survived something no one should and they emerged unscathed. the corner of his mouth tugs into a lazy smirk and he reaches out, an invitation. he wasn't as considerate, blood caked into his skin, his pants, the smell of that place still lingering around like bad perfume. he regrets not making himself move before, not cleaning up. ]

I thought you were going to shit yourself in there.

[ For all that he mocks him for being a savage, funnily enough, Dorian doesn't actually think that of him. Out of the lot of them, Bull is arguably the most considerate one, which is - well. It's something that's for sure. But it's true; for all the big muscles and stupid jokes, he's the one that Dorian catches most often making sure the others are alright. Sure, Viv has a sort of maternal warmth about her, but she's also two steps from trying to toss Cole out the door at any given moment. Dorian might pay to see Cassandra try to be maternal, and lord knew that Solas wasn't equipped for it.

The whole group of them ought to not work. It ought to be a hot mess that he left behind, but he finds himself here, in the room that smells harshly of copper and sweat, rolling his eyes. ]

Shall we take you out back and hose you down, then?

[ Don't mind him, breezing by that insinuation, thank you.

Dorian kicks the door closed with a nudge of his foot and brushes right past him to set the two packages on the table, giving him a once over with a wrinkled nose. ]

Or I can push you in the lake. It's brisk, hm? Refreshing. I'm certain it'll be fun.

[ You know, for one of them. ]

[ the laugh comes easy and eyes him as he brushes past. fussy bitch. not that he'd have it any other way because it's true, many fall easy for him. they let him dictate what happened, let him decide, let him control and there wasn't much room for surprise. well fuck, you could argue he didn't leave room for surprise himself, the way he watched people, boiled them down to their basic elements and in some ways dorian is predictable, sure. he can practically hear his disgusted sighs halfway across skyhold when he makes lewd jokes. but-- he's different. he's quirky. he makes him laugh, makes him think, challenges him. he makes his stomach twist in a strange, interesting ways that he figured would be over by the time they actually fucked, but here they are, several of handfuls of encounters later and he's still ready, still so intrigued.

to please him, to listen to his funny little stories, to know his time was well spent. ]

Yeah, yeah. I get it. I smell.

[ he eyes the packages he set and quirks a brow, pushes himself up and draws away, reaching just to lightly touch his waist but not even a glance as he unbuckles his shoulder armor and lets it drop, stepping out of his pants as they fall unceremoniously after. mildly, he calls as he disappears, the sound of water rushing following, ]

Are you coming or what?

Terrible.

[ Just in case Bull didn't realize, Dorian's kind enough to point it out. He eyes the other man's room idly a moment, half wondering if he even had some way to make the other thing Varric had given him, but he'll worry about that later.

It's no surprise this is where this is leading. With any luck, Bull's baths heat up faster than Dorian's do. It probably has to do with the location; so high up is harder to heat than the alternatives. With a heavy sigh like he's the most put-upon man in the world, Dorian starts to strip out of his own clothes, folding them neatly on Bull's ridiculous sized bed. He keeps his smallclothes on for the time being - it's cold but makes his way into the bathroom so he can lean against the wall, watching Bull shamelessly. ]

I don't know, am I?

[ Look, he can make stupid jokes too. ]

Act coy all you want, I know how it sounds when you beg.

[ he says flatly, reaching to duck his hand under the running water. it's cold, but he doesn't mind-- dorian will, though so he waits, plugging it once the water ran hot, steam rising. he shifts and slides into the tub with a pleased noise (a larger tub, to fit him he said when they arrived and left out the "with others" part), reaches to grab a little vial of something that bubbles up when it hits the running water.

he's really not about all this fancy crap, but you know. you make sacrifices when you want to fool around with someone. a very pampered someone.

(maybe he likes it just a little)

he sinks in and reaches again, like before. ]

Join me, Kadan.

[ He rolls his eyes at that, sliding his smalls off to set them by the towel. They're far past the point of being worried about being nude around each other; camping in the middle of nowhere plus having relations killed that concern a while ago. At least Bull knows to make sure the water's hot.

Dorian eases closer, giving the tub an appraising little look, lips tilted in a half-smile. ]

Someone's raided our favorite Seeker's stash, I see.

[ He climbs into the tub almost daintily after testing the water, not wanting to slip by tripping over one of Bull's ridiculously large legs. There's no stopping the sigh that's dragged out of him as he slides in, easing up against miles of warm skin and muscle. ]

Aren't you curious about what I brought with me? A 'vint, bringing unknown packages into your room? Scandalous.

She shouldn't have told me about it.

[ it's true. he hadn't pulled it off the shelf himself, but he had been curious (as he endlessly is when it comes to cassandra) and hey, it worked out for him. learn a little, live a little. it's funny, the way he's so careful, moving into the steaming, bubbling mess and it just feels right when dorian closes all the space between them. he doesn't resist anymore, showing dorian how he feels. there's no reason to hide it anyway. he has committed himself in some way to him now, bound himself to dorian and shows this by tilting to press a kiss to the back of his neck, his shoulder, a hand dropping to lay his palm flat against his stomach. ]

Won't be the last time that happens. Just usually ends messy. [ but yes. very curious. he smiles against his skin, continues mildly, ] You'll show me when you're ready.

Or the stash of smut under her bed. Have you seen that?

[ Dorian shifts in the tub, careful not to displace the water, and fits himself back and up against Bull's ridiculously broad chest. He can't reach much like this, but it feels good for the moment, especially when he feels Bull's mouth dip down, kissing over his neck, his shoulder. The hand on his stomach is even better, almost promising. ]

Yes, well, we'll endeavor to keep it from the blood and gore kind of mess and keep it to the fun kind, shall we?

[ And hell, Bull, what do you think is in them?

Dorian casts him a dubious little look, shifting in Bull's arms so he can roll to his knees and stretch, grabbing one of the washing cloths. Already, the heat from the bath's put him in an even better mood, so he tsks lightly and motions with a hand. ]

Come on, lean in, you're filthy. Didn't those Tamassrans teach you how to bathe properly? [ He scrubs at a smear of blood on Bull's shoulder, rolling his eyes. ] And trust me, you're putting far more weight in what's in those packages than you ought to. It's nothing so exciting that I need to be ready for it. When we get out you can open them.

I've seen more than that.

[ he laughs, which-- okay, yeah. it was early on, he wanted to make sure he was ten steps ahead of everything, wanted things to report if he needed to and sure, he'd seen some things. things cassandra would have him publicly executed for, but the ben-hassrath weren't particularly interested in that so, lucky for all of them. ]

What, blood and gore isn't fun to you?

[ he lets him move and when dorian motions, he doesnt hesitate to lean forward, to sit pretty as dorian washes the fade off him. funny, how deeply intimate this felt to him and how dorian likely didn't realize that. it was one thing to share war and another to shed it off, to allow someone this and not just a distracting fuck. he resists the urge to touch him in return, allowing dorian to talk, as he does, just giving a low, amused noise in response. ]

You got me presents? Now, that's new for a 'vint.

[ Oh, have you. Dorian quirks an eyebrow but doesn't dig in any further, lips twitching. ]

Not currently. Ask me again after we're clean.

[ His hand moves carefully, sweeping dirt and grime and blood off of him, until Bull is clean from his horns to his fingers. Anything below the water is left alone for the time being, and the washcloth is rung out and hung over the side.

Once that's done, he doesn't seem to know what to do with his hands. This sort of thing isn't exactly new to him; he's been intimate, obviously, but the context, the situation... it's all different. ]

Of a sort. Mostly to make you cease your complaining, but let it never be said I am not a generous man.

[ he can see something there-- something holding dorian back, not enough to be strange or maybe unusual but it's there. it's still that i got to know you but now i'm actually getting to know you phase, which is honestly pretty-- completely new for him. it seemed pretty standard, the rites and rituals that bound two together in the qun, almost military in the way it was brought out but he didnt realize it felt like this. whatever it was. if this was even that, anyway. and he knows enough to know it's not entirely about that, either. they had just endured something, bore the weight of the fade together, with their inquisitor. that doesn't just go away.

he reaches to brush his thumb over dorian's cheek, hoping to ease anything that might not feel right. to keep them connected. skin to skin, heart to heart or something like that. that's what his tama had told him at least, her hand on his chest. we are connected, you and i. ]

Two whole presents? I'll strike down anyone who even tries.

[ It's always a shock, when Bull reaches out - huge hands, huge everything, and touches him like that, soft and sweet and like nothing he'd ever been told about the Qunari. It's jarring in some aspects, that Bull is like this; that he's not the vicious monster that some would have people believe. While he knows believing everything you are told is a foolish enough thing, some part of him couldn't help but regurgitate things from his home, until realizing they weren't true in the slightest.

What his father would think of him now, though - making time with a Qunari. He's not sure if it's better or worse if he were a part of the Qun or not. ]

I'm not sure if that's ridiculously romantic and you ought to fetch rose petals for the bath, or if it's painfully caveman, and I ought to expect you to throw me over your shoulder and pound your chest to assert your dominance. Hm.

[ Dorian scoots closer while he speaks, sliding up so his legs are spread, resting over top of Bull's thighs, straddling him with only the slightest protest from his legs at being stretched so far. ]

[ the corner of his mouth twitches upward and he cant help the low, rolling laugh at that. he had a way of reducing something down to it's most unattractive and bull couldn't get enough of it sometimes. it was just very-- honest. mostly wrong and steeped in strange and funny superstition and stereotype but ultimately honest. better than those wringing their hands while spouting desperate idealism at least. ]

No one does over the shoulder anymore. Bridal-style, that's what we do. Gets a little tiring to be kicked in the gut over and over.

[ he lifts his legs just slightly to draw dorian forward, closer, hands dipping beneath the water to cup his hips, fingers sliding around to the small of his back, ]

I can think of better ways to dominate you, anyway.

[ one hand draws up, just the tips of his fingers ghosting up dorian's spine, ]

Ways you would like. Romantic, even.

[ He avoids that at all costs; no sense in beating around the bush with things. He's had quite enough of the Game, thank you very much. He won't let that sort of thing into the bedroom, or into his personal interactions outside of court. ]

Ah, of course. You could always go with the tried and true method of simply dragging, though that sounds awfully uncomfortable.

[ There he goes. Dorian's lips twitch up a little further, not quite a smug smile but it is a pleased one, his back arching just a touch. For all his comments about being attractive and dressing well, he happens to be quite aware of the fact that he is attractive and there's no harm flaunting it. He knows just how to tilt his hips, angle his shoulders, rise up while he straddles Bull's waist and make it a little bit of a show. ]

I think we've established that it's safe to reason I'd enjoy most of what you could suggest, Bull.

[ his hands slip up, dragging wet fingers over the broad expanse of his chest, sliding one hand to curl at the nape of his neck. ]

If you've something in mind, do tell.

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[ he is, though. deathly attractive. bull has savored some nights alone thinking about just that, the way his back arches, the tilt of his hips-- more intimately after they actually started fooling around. an accomplishment he was proud of, honestly. he wasn't sure if it was some sort of strange rebellion of his own (not that he mind at all being used) or what but this-- is different now. less about tearing clothes off and fucking like there wasn't a tomorrow (to be fair, the threat was there) and now more about neatly dragging it over dorian's head to avoid hearing about tailoring costs for the next three missions and letting the man slide into his bed in the middle of the night if he needed it, listening to his stories, the different new things he'd found in the library.

sex was always present-- that was a language they both spoke fluently but he didn't mind it, the comfortable mesh of their worlds, learning about vints and dorian how he had not cared to before. ]

Gifts? And flattery?

[ he makes a concerned noise, ]

I don't know now. Maybe you're going soft. I might have to adjust my plans.

[ All thanks to the fine breeding efforts of Tevinter, he supposes, though his personality is likely the exception in all that.

Dorian rolls his eyes again, and after a beat of hesitation, slides his hips up a little closer. He's not quite close enough for it to be indecent - or, well, a certain level of indecent, but it's close, teasing. ]

Most of your suggestions end in completion, Bull, I'm fairly certain most people would agree which is why it's not so high a compliment.

[ For all his haughty tones and eye rolls, though, there's truth to it; Bull's been exceedingly clear about what he wants, what they're doing, what's to come from it. He's enjoyed everything they've done and intends it to go on, which he ... hadn't really seen coming after a quick, drunken tumble in bed. ]

If you're fretting about me being soft, the Maker gave you two hands to make sure that tragedy doesn't continue while we're in here, you know.

[ there it is. little shit. not that he can complain with dorian pavus, tevinter mage scooting around in his lap like that wasn't going to get him in trouble. sure, he could play it chaste if he wanted, draw it out, make dorian work for some reactions but why wait? plus, bull got a perverse pleasure out of deeply pleasing dorian. win/win, right? ]

Thanks.

[ it's flat, but amused and his smile widens, cracks into a low laugh at that comment. can't argue with that. so he moves, just enough to sit more upright, to pull dorian flush against him, leaving far too little space to be mistaken for anything than what it is. the hand at his hip slides, grasps one half of his ass, squeezes. this isn't going to make it go away, he wants to say then, to fix what happened. but he's happy that dorian chose to come to him, anyway. for relief, at least, for a small escape. they can face the destruction of the world as they know it later. ]

Is that what they're for? And here I thought it was all about the axe.

[ he starts, fingers finding the cleft of his ass now, thighs parting what little they can in the water to spread dorian just that much more. he presses firm, circles the pad of his middle finger against his hole, not entering yet, no. sometimes dorian prefers to take the reigns, to use bull to his needs and be done with it and sometimes-- sometimes it was more complicated. he needed the direction, for that to be lifted off his shoulders, one less decision to make, one less thing to think about. sometimes he just liked it, bull figures, being totally ravished, given no option but to grip the sheets and hold on for dear life. he had started to understand this about him, the fluid nature of his needs, what he wanted and how he presented that. not directly-- not often directly-- but the fun was figuring it out.

and so bull steels the free hand at his back there, between his shoulderblades as he teases him, lifts his hips, his growing erection trapped between them, murmurs in the small place between them. ]

No more talking. I want you to take all of me after I prepare you. Understood?

[ As if Bull could ever expect anything else. Dorian doesn't do more than smile, all shit-eating amusement as he looks at Bull's one good eye. ]

But of course.

[ He even goes so far as to give a little bow, his hand working in circle before he bends, tilting forward just enough to make the mockery of the bow clear, that grin still on his face.

This is what he needed, wanted. A distraction from the utter shitshow that was their lives right now, from Adamant, from the mages, the templars, the Inquisition. All of it. Distractions didn't come easy here, not when Skyhold was the home to everything, to all the rumors, the people, the secrets and plotting and ways to get around their enemies. It meant losing himself in a book or in drink, depending on what sort of day it was.

Finally, though, Bull takes the hint. The water's still warm enough, but Dorian squirms a little to lean under, to wiggle his fingers and stoke the fire that warms the pipes delivering water just a touch more since he'll likely be distracted when the time comes and want to come in to clean up later. ]

Please, don't try and act is if you dislike it when I speak. We both know these dulcet tones only work wonders on you.

[ For all that his voice is all airy and light, there's intent behind his eyes, in the curl of his lips and the way his hands dip down, stroking over Bull with slow, steady pulls to match each push of fingers against his entrance that he's rocking back into. ]

[ if he was honest, he was a little fascinated by the way that worked. after spending maybe way too much time with cole, hearing him speak to dorian about the way magic felt, sounded, tasted-- it piqued him. what could he say. it had been browbeaten into him for some time that the solution was to contain them, completely. circles had nothing on what the qun did to those touched in this way. he could see it now, dorian with his hands bound and mouth stitched shut, left in a dark cell to rot lest he "infect" others, released only to employ chaos. but also revered, for his sacrifice. because it was a sacrifice to be so full of uncontrollable power, wasn't it? he didn't disagree, really. he saw what mages did. but dorian was not just a mage, he was not just touched he was-- dorian. a person. singular. and he, from everything he saw, was deeply in control. ]

You keep telling yourself that if it helps.

[ he gets hard quick under his hands and relents, finally pressing a finger to his entrance, fucking his way to just past the second knuckle. he's already warm and tight and god, his cock gives a small jump with anticipation. he didn't often have favorites, but dorian was something special. memorable. he starts a steady, quickening rhythm until he can work in another thick finger. ]

Speak then. Tell me what you feel.

Rude.

[ Dorian chastises lazily, and curls one of his hands just under the flared head of Bull's cock, thumbing over the tip. He'd never been a size queen, exactly; when he was enjoying all the wonders of things not allowed, he'd never put too much thought into the finer details past if they were attractive and meshed well enough with him.

Bull is, obviously, not his normal type, but that's what makes it all the more exciting. They're doing this because they want to, because they enjoy it, and no one can take that away. There's no whispers from his parents or Tevinter in general, nothing hanging over their heads like the Qun and its demands.

He keeps up the rhythm with his hand, slow, steady pulls along his length and dares to lean up and in, easing his mouth over Bull's. It always starts like this when he initiates kisses: slow, a little sweet and then he drags his teeth over Bull's bottom lip with a wicked little grin, coupling it with a firm pull and flick of his wrist while he rolls back onto Bull's fingers. ]

Ah, now you want me to talk? Perhaps you ought to make up your mind, Bull, I can't be expected to read it.

[ it always feels like things click into place when dorian's mouth meets his. nothing so grand and flowery as fireworks or butterflies but things make sense. he likes the way dorian eases into it, how he manages to make bull lose his focus a little, too caught up in the promise of his mouth and hand. it draws a low, pleased noise out of him and it twists into something less approving when dorian speaks again. ]

It won't matter either way. I intend to fuck you until you can't speak, so I win, you win. Everyone wins.

[ which is definitely not at all intimidating with him soaking in a tub of bubbles, but you know. he crooks his fingers, just so, just as he's learned and presses as he tilts forward to steal another kiss, imploring and openly wanting. he'd honestly be content doing this all night, pleasing dorian in any way he could, milking every ounce of his orgasm out of him over and over, claiming it all for himself. quieter, he murmurs against his mouth, ]

I think about it all the time, you know. How good you feel. How you taste. How well you take my cock. [ dryly, ] For a vint.

[ By the time it's all said and done, his body is one large ache in a way that has nothing to do with the battle earlier and everything to do with multiple rounds of exhausting, satisfying sex. They rinse off with clean water, and Dorian pats himself on the back for reheating the piping because rinsing with cold would be fucking miserable.

That finished, he dries off and winds the towel around his waist, lounging back against one of the walls to watch Bull climb out of the tub, his lips curling into a smug, cat that got the cream little smile. He'll need to fix his hair, of course, but for the moment he just sweeps it back out of his eyes, watching the play of muscles under Bull's skin, the shiny white scars from injuries he'd sustained. It probably shouldn't be attractive, but it is and while he can't go again, he really, really wishes he could. ]

I really ought to make you make good on your carrying threat, after all of that.

Promises, promises.

[ Dorian dips in to give him another kiss, smiling into it despite himself. He pulls away again mostly to catch his breath, rocking down onto Bull's fingers a little more eagerly, greedily, even, careful not to displace the water too much.

It isn't, of course, intimidating when they're in bubble bath that smells flowery, but Dorian understands the intent behind the threat and it's more than welcome, given the circumstances. Bull's fingers crook and a shiver rushes out of him, the mage's body going tense a moment as he tries to savor the little brush that lights a fire in his belly. It only goes hotter at the next kiss, warm and slow and sweet, all Bull's doing, not surprising in the slightest. ]

Do many 'vints take your cock, then? [ Dorian smiles against Bull's lips, his eyes sliding shut a moment so he can savor it while he jerks the him off, his own cock neglected for the time being but just fine with the press of thick fingers inside him. ] Should I be jealous? Flirting your way across the Imperium for fun?

[ And he stops after that, because for all their jokes, for all his teasing and poking and prodding, he's well aware Bull's more for the...well. The confessions, the feelings, the touchy-feely thing that doesn't quite come as easily to Dorian. He has friends, lovers he's cared about but this isn't quite the same. One hand slides up to cup the back of Bull's head and then traces down, skims over his spine, sweeps over his shoulders while Dorian touches their lips together again to share air. ] You'd be wrong if you thought I didn't enjoy these nights.

Not one. But I have an imagination. I've thought about it.

[ he wants it to sound less-- lost. breathy, wanting. he watches dorian's mouth because he can't help it, lingers as long as he can, follows to bite his lips in punishment for drawing away, for speaking still. until he says that. his eyes dart up and he resists the suspicion, the need to analyze why it was said and if it was honest. there were some things that should be taken at face value and he knows that it's an effort for him and maybe him alone. it's interesting when other people manage to carve out a little of him, understand it-- see what he needs and offer it. ]

You say that like I wouldn't have heard it for days already if you didn't enjoy it. Weeks? It's been a while.

[ it's teasing, but soft. he's enamored and he accepts it, revels in the way his stomach twists pleasantly, though admittedly half of it is the skillful way dorian manages to stroke him while fucking himself on his hand. a man after his own heart, honestly. he withdraws his fingers then, leans back until his shoulders touch the tub which is just enough to focus on repositioning, his hands ducking beneath the water to urge dorian's hips up, imply it's time he position himself. use those hands wisely. he doesn't say anything, but it's there, the way he watches him, the insistent and firm press of his fingertips, the way his thighs nudge up to urge him forward. ]

Hold on.

[ as in the tub, the horns, him, something. ]

[ bull wades around the bathroom naked as the day he emerged and doesn't seem to give two shits about it. he's tired and comfortable, relaxed in only the way being absolutely spent can get you and he look he gives dorian when he says that is wry and guarded. he shouldn't have said that. ]

What, I don't get to see you hobble back to bed?

[ the distance between them closes and he doesn't ask before sweeping him up, as if it were nothing. it's careful too, he doesn't just bust back into the room and drop him, no. he minds his head as they move back into the room, he lays him out and even ducks the spare pillow under him as he knows he likes. pampered shit. when he disappears again, it's only to empty the tub, which makes less than flattering gurgling noises and to eye the state of his newer bruises and cuts in a jagged half-mirror which was broken when he got it, thanks. he liked it that way.

everything was moving along nicely. there was no longer the smell of smoke and something odd on him, the lingering notion that it stuck with him in some way, traded a piece of him for that. well. mostly, at least. he carefully unwinds the strap of his eyepatch and sets it aside, palming over the soreness of where his eye was. any time they rattle his head enough, it happens. phantom pain, he figures. wasn't like there was anything left to ache anyway. he returns and knowing it's annoying, knocks into dorian as he moves over him to stretch out on the length of bed beside him, looking just as smug and pleased with himself.

coyly, he palms his cheek and drags his fingertips over dorian's exposed knee, ]

I like you like this. Undone. Ravished.

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