hallarider | There's Lightning in Your Teeth

Others would assume Dorian was a selfish lover from his looks and his attitude but that wasn't close to the truth. He gave all the pleasure he could and expected the same in return. That was not selfish.

"I suppose after the long day you've had it's the least I could do for you." Dorian grinned as he tugged the last tie free and pushed his trousers down his long, lean hips.

Bramen was entirely too beautiful. He ran his hands along from his thighs up to his hips and ribs, his eyes hungry as they looked him over. He was blessed to have such a lover who he could spend hours lavishing attention on.

"Lie down for me, darling, so I can give you what you deserve." He licked his lips, warmth flushing through him along with anticipation. He wasn't cold anymore.

Bramen knew this dance with his partner was all about give and take. Give and take was his lifeblood - nobody took more than they earned in the Dalish and they gave as much as possible. It was no different here, in bed with his lover. He welcomed those hands but did not lay himself down, not just yet - he wanted to lean against Dorian a bit, sitting up and kissing the man's shoulder. He exhaled through his nose, taking the moment to kiss along tanned flesh, his hands slipping further down the back of Dorian's trousers and brushing along his backside.

If Dorian was willing to do that for him, he would have to respond in kind. Anything the mage wanted, Bramen was willing. He always ensured to make that clear. Even if the elf's experience was limited, he was good at following instruction. He wanted Dorian to feel just as good as he did - and by June's hand, did Dorian know how to make him feel good. His hands, his mouth, that tongue all had skill far beyond casting spells and witty banter.

"Let's get your trousers down first, let me admire you before we do that," he said with a smile, slipping his hands back up towards Dorian's hips and snaking them around to the front of his body, toying along the lip of the matching pants he wore. He began to work at the ties around the front, leaning back a little as he smiled, meeting Dorian's gaze.

"Just get me excited," he said, leaning in for another kiss - as if his body wasn't already excited, a heat in his stomach, a bulge visible under his smalls, "And then anything you want tonight, I'll indulge you."

"I want you."

That was the simple truth of it. They could lie together in a tangle of limbs and do nothing more than kiss and Dorian would be happy but he would be happier with more. He was always happier with more when it came to Bramen.

It was adorable and sweet that he still teased like this. Dorian met his kiss with confidence, deep and sure. His hand moved down Bramen's chest, over his stomach and down to the front of the elf's smalls.

"I believe you're already excited, darling," he said as he trailed kisses along his jaw to his ear, biting down on the edge. "Is this all for me? You do get me the best gifts."

He was aching too, his trousers too tight and almost uncomfortable with how eager he was for Bramen.

As he worked the ties at Dorian's trousers, the elf made certain to cup his hand against the tight bulge at the front. He rubbed his palm against it, actions getting bolder as he returned that kiss, a soft laugh coming through his nose as their lips parted. He returned his focus to those ties, deft rogue fingers easily able to untangle the laces and loosen them, tugging the material down his lover's hips as the man kissed and nibbled his ear.

A light sound escaped the back of Bramen's throat, an eager noise, one that craved more. His back arched a little, his hand returning to fondling Dorian's arousal as his eyes closed. "I think we're both already a bit excited," he said, breathing out. His free hand moved to the back of Dorian's head, grasping at his hair before easing that grip, stroking through those dark strands and down the man's neck.

"I'll lay down... But I want to see those trousers come off you." He wasn't opposed to a little show - and Dorian's body made for a wonderful one. Bramen eased himself away from his partner, moving back onto the bed once again and laying back, one pillow behind his back and propping himself up a little bit, enough to watch what the man would do, both in terms of removing the rest of his clothes as well as getting a fine sight of the man doing what he did so well.

Bramen's fingers moved to untie his smalls, unfastening them but letting the fabric remain draped over his own arousal, keeping himself modest for now. As modest as the Inquisitor could be with a bit of off white fabric tented by his erection.

Bramen wanted him on display and Dorian had no trouble meeting those needs. He stood by the side of the bed to slowly push his pants down until they slid to the floor without needing coaxing.

"Look at you," he said, his voice full of heat as he palmed himself and looked Bramen over from head to toe. His left is so lean, so beautiful and his strength is fully on display for Dorian to enjoy. "It's a wonder I ever let you out of bed, ever let you put clothes on. You're much too beautiful for them."

But it was better to have his hands on Bramen than simply looking at him. He tugs his smalls off, giving Bramen a moment to look at him naked and unashamed, then climbed back on to the bed and laid himself between Bramen's legs.

Sharp eyes watched over Dorian's body, perfectly formed and beautifully toned. Flawless olive skin, though Bramen knew he could see scars if he looked closely. He knew how hard Dorian fought, he knew the danger they often got themselves into. Still - Dorian was flawless. Dorian was the vision of perfection, particularly in the Inquisitor's eyes. He never knew what words to use to describe the man, often finding himself left in quiet awe. Brilliant, radiant like the sun. Physically, the man was a gift - but everything else about him was what truly made him.

Beautiful didn't seem to be a strong enough word.

"Incredible," Bramen's words were quiet, almost loathe to have the man move away, no longer able to admire his complete form. However having him between his legs was hardly disappointing - the elf reaching down to brace his hands against his lover's shoulders, opting to let Dorian have the honour of removing what still remained draped over his loins.

Dorian chuckled softly and pressed a kiss to his stomach. The word incredible certainly did apply to him and he was especially proud to hear it when he compared himself to Bramen who contrasted him in so many ways.

He spread his hand out over his chest, looking at how dark his skin was in comparison and how big he seemed when compared to Bramen's lithe, lean and frame.

"Flattery will get you everywhere," he said with a little hum as he tugged the smalls away and looked over his prize.

Bramen spread his legs a little more as Dorian removed his smalls, his arousal half stiff, the elf ready for anything his partner wished to do. When completely undressed and exposed like this, there were subtle things that could make a man wonder if everything he'd heard about elves was a myth. Namely, most obvious, was the thin trail of hair that led down to Bramne's groin. Elves were thought to be hairless - but Bramen proved otherwise.

Though Dorian no doubt knew that much, considering the very faint layer of stubble across the elf's chin. Both cases seemed an anomaly. Aside from the hair, their were more scars the Inquisitor kept hidden beneath his clothing - wounds from daggers, arrows, those ones covered his body but there and a deeper scar just below his hip, a deep scar where he'd been gored by something. All of these scars were old - Dorian could easily tell the old ones from the new ones across the rogue's form. Each of them had a story, each of them made him unique - just like that hair.

Bramen's fingers moved up along Dorian's throat and then down the man's shoulders again, laying back a little more to give his lover better access. One hand moved to the top of Dorian's head, stroking through the man's hair as he wet his lips. The anticipation was building, making his pulse quicken, heart beating faster. He didn't have much experience with this sort of thing - but he was more than willing to relish in Dorian's.

Oh, there was the desire to tease his lover. Dorian could kiss everywhere, hips, thighs, and stomach, everywhere that wasn't the obvious. He could run his hands over him, his chest was very tempting but after all Bramen suffered at the ball Dorian was inclined to be nice to him.

He wrapped his fingers around the base of Bramen's cock as he hums happily at being pet. It might be attributed to his ego but Dorian loved praise and affection. It had nothing to do with ego and everything to do with needing it, to know he's good for his lover, that he's pleased them. Bramen is so good at letting him know.

Gently he kissed the head before he slid his mouth over it and took him deeper into his mouth, swirling his tongue around. He really enjoys the weight and warmth against his tongue, becoming harder with his attention. He looked up the length of Bramen's body to watch his lover respond to his attention.

The moment Bramen felt those lips against his cock, his back arched a little, letting out a small gasp at that feeling. He closed his mouth as quickly as he could, stifling whatever sounds threatened to escape. His eyes squeezed shut as Dorian took him into his mouth, as he felt that tongue swirl against the head and down his length. A breath caught in his chest, one hand grasping the sheets on the bed - the other digging into Dorian's hair, grasping at his scalp.

Gods, this felt incredible. It always did. Dorian knew just how to manipulate his body, get his pulse racing and pounding in his ears.

He swallowed hard, letting his lips part as he let out a low moan. His eyes cracked open, easing his grip on Dorian's hair and stroking through it, another needy sound escaping him. His hips bucked a little, doing what he could to try and avoid thrusting up into his lover's mouth too much.

"Keep going..." his words were quiet and breathless, swallowing again as he tried to keep his eyes open, tried to watch what his partner was doing. He breathed in again, nails lightly scratching Dorian's scalp.

"I like... Seeing what you do."

He planted his hands firmly against Bramen's hips to hold him steady. His lover could be so terribly impatient sometimes. Dorian was having his fun and didn't want Bramen taking that away until he was ready to let him.

With Bramen's eyes on him he made his movements more exaggerated but still finessed. Each twist of his tongue and little bit of suction was deliberate. When he pulled his mouth off he opened it wide so that Bramen could see when he moved back down and sucked him in again.

He went deep with it, the head nudging the back of his throat making him hum happily. His hips moved restlessly against the bed as he ached with arousal. He loved doing this but he had to be patient.

He loved to watch Dorian work but he could only keep his eyes open for so long with that kind of attention being lavished along his cock. He squeezed his eyes shut, doing all he could to avoid letting out a whimper from the sensation. Dorian's hot and wet mouth felt perfect, his fingers grasping his lover's hair again. He tried to keep his hips steady, sighing deeply, letting half of a moan pass his lips.

"You do things I never imagined another man could," he breathed, cracking his eyes open again, looking down at Dorian as the man looked back at him. He looked so good with a cock in his mouth - a vulgar thought that passed through Bramen's mind. His hand relaxed in his partner's hair, brushing through it as he let out another sigh, heat building in his stomach the more his lover continued.

"I only hope..." he swallowed, sucking in a breath through his nose as he leaned his head back, fingers combing through those dark strands, "I only hope that I can make you feel half as good."

Well, that comment couldn't be ignored. Dorian pulled his mouth off but continued to stroke his cock slowly.

"Amatus, you make me feel wonderful. Your hands, your mouth and your cock are a gift from the Maker and the pleasure you bring me should be written about by poets." He pressed a kiss to his hip and that deep, beautiful scar.

He pushed up to drape himself over Bramen and kiss him deeply. How could his lover doubt himself like that? Didn't he have some idea of how much Dorian wanted him?

If Bramen had no idea then Dorian was not being a good lover. He would have to work harder to show Bramen just how good this made him feel, how being with him was the heart of everything good in the world.

"You are a fool to ask that question. A beautiful fool to think you don't please me simply by existing."

Bramen returned that kiss, never certain how to respond to his lover's flattery. He had a way with words that Bramen himself didn't, the elf never certain how to match even half the things Dorian said. The man himself was practically a poet when it came to this - what did Bramen have to offer? Save for another kiss in return and his hands moving to wrap around Dorian's form, stroking down his back and moving across the muscle.

His lips lingered near his partner's, exhaling a little against his face. "I am a fool sometimes, aren't I?" he murmured, craning his neck to touch their noses together, hands moving down to rub at the small of the mage's back, brushing that tanned skin in a circular pattern with just his fingertips. "I didn't know what my life was missing until I met you," not nearly as poetic as half the praise Dorian offered but it was the truth at least, the rogue shifting a little under his lover.

Hands moved off Dorian's back, their bodies pressed together as Bramen urged his lover to roll onto his side. Limbs tangled together - legs intertwined, one arm moving behind Dorian's head to support it. Bramen pressed another kiss to those perfect lips, bodies together, cocks touching and rubbing against one and other. A light sigh came from Bramen all over again as he arched his back, purposely rubbing hips hips against Dorian's, the length of his arousal grinding against Dorian's own, hoping to ease some of that need the man felt.

The elf's free hand moved to Dorian's cheek, stroking along it before kissing him once again - beside his mouth, his chin, against those warm lips. "Every part of you is nothing sort of incredible," he said quietly between those kisses, continuing to grind his cock against his lover's own, hand behind Dorian's head now holding the back of it in place.

"Yes, but you're my fool and I adore you." It was easier for Dorian to be honest here, when they were tangled together so closely it became difficult for him to understand where he stopped and Bramen began. It helped to be sarcastic first as well but the rest of his statement was true. He adored Bramen beyond all reason and sanity sometimes.

He settled on to his side with his arm underneath Bramen's, wrapped around his shoulders and fingers buried in his hair. There wasn't much to grip but Dorian guided with the pressure of his fingers so their lips lined up as perfectly as the rest of their bodies.

"You continue to state the obvious," he murmured against his lips, diving in for another kiss. How could he not love with man who gives him such words and such feelings.

His hips matched Bramen's rhythm, each movement sure and confident. He didn't need more than this, wrapped and tangled together, rocking together, seeking pleasure together. He was quickly becoming breathless between kisses, movement and soft, little moans.

One leg hooked around Dorian's own, the hand against the man's cheek moving towards his back, fingers digging against his shoulder blades. Bramen's hips moved, building a steadier rhythm against his lover, breaths coming as soft pants between those kisses. He hated having his lips leave Dorian's skin for longer than necessary, pleased to taste the salt of his skin, to smell the perspiration beginning to form between them. The friction of their hips was firm, stiff cocks touching and rubbing one and other before making contact with each other's hip or stomach.

For Bramen, this is truly what intimacy was. Any chance to be close to Dorian, to taste him, to urge those soft moans from the back of his throat. Regardless of what they did, how they got to that point, it was all about being together in the end.

The corners of his lips turned up in a smile, doing his best to laugh between every pant and breathless sound. "Obvious..." he murmured the word almost enough to make him shake his head. He kissed Dorian again, kisses growing more hungry for his lover.

"There's oil on the table," he murmured, gesturing a bit with his head to the nightstand that was behind where Dorian was laying. The gesture was slight, stealing another kiss and letting his lips linger close to the man's as he continued, "But I'd ate to stop this..." though it would make this act all the better to slick one and other up, even if all they tonight was rub together like this.

Oil was a brilliant idea. He reached backwards, his fingers fumbling around until he could feel the simple glass bottle. This was difficult for him to manage but he was not going to draw away to manage it properly.

"We don't have to stop," he muttered, mildly annoyed that the cork was not coming out easily. He was tempted to blast it with a spell but that would only get oil everywhere.

It finally came free with a big pop and he let out a victorious laugh and kissed Bramen hard and deep to celebrate.

He brought the bottle over and poured some over their cocks and stomachs, making everything slick and gliding smoothly.

This time, he cared very little what happened to the oil. He dropped it off the edge of the bed, pushed Bramen on to his back and ground their hips together harder.

"Maker, how can you feel better?" he groaned and bit Bramen's lower lip. "Witchcraft, amatus."

Oil was all over their stomachs and dripping down their hips, spread across their cocks and between their legs. It was on the sheets, it was on the floor but neither man seemed to care much on that. With Bramen on his back, the elf arched towards his partner and bucked his hips, gripping Dorian's back for purchase as his length moved slick against Dorian's stomach, sliding with ease against the man. He could feel the weight and heat from Dorian's own, gasping against his lover's face as he relished in it, drawing in a sharper breath through his nose as Dorian bit and pulled on his lip.

It was messy but it was wonderful, particularly after everything that had happened at the Winter Palace. This was just how Bramen needed to unwind. His incredible lover's mouth, the sounds of pleasure he could draw from him, those gasps against his face - they were all perfect. Everything about Dorian was perfect, he felt he couldn't say that enough.

Often times though, all he could manage were hungry kisses and his nails against the man's scalp. He swallowed hard, another eager kiss to his partner's mouth as he rolled his hips, making a more vigorous thrust along Dorian's stomach.

"I could be inside you," he all but cooed, steadily inhaling as his upper lip brushed along Dorian's cheek, a half kiss as he continued to speak, "But I like this too." Bodies grinding together, slick and hot - something mutual and wanton, seeing just how long they could each hold out.

Dorian swore in Tevene and drew back to glare at his lover who was an evil bastard and everything he adored in the world. "You are a cruel man when I don't know what's happened to the oil."

Bramen came to him knowing very little about this and Dorian had reveled in teach him but he did really enjoy being filled with his lover's cock. It was bliss for him whether over or under Bramen.

He trailed kisses along his jaw to his eat and bit down gently on the tip of it. Perhaps he could go find it on the floor but that would require moving away and he did not want to do that ever. He wanted to stay close to Bramen. "We have all night, my dear, we don't have to rush. You can fuck me later. Many times if you wish it."

When Dorian spoke such vulgarities, Bramen could only shiver and turn his head, giving the man more access to his ear. He loved the words that came from the man - whether it be the praise, the poetry, or the downright vile curses he could use. When his lover was turned on, anything was possible. A long breath came from Bramen's nose, another firm rock of his hips, all but thrusting against his lover's stomach again as a content sound came from his throat.

His eyes flashed towards Dorian, something almost devious in them. Indeed, he could be cruel. "I could have you on your stomach, gripping the sheets," he suggested, fingers on the back of Dorian's head coming through his hair. "Or I could have you on your back, your legs wrapped around me," he turned his head, a wet kiss meeting beneath his lover's chin, "Your nails digging into my shoulders? Raking down my back..." That was another feeling Bramen loved, even if it often stung for hours after. Love marks - bite marks, nails down his back, little reminders of what he'd done with the man, what he'd made him feel.

"Of you could stay where you are," he eased his hand on Dorian's back, rubbing along his shoulders once more, craning his neck and turning his attention to one of Dorian's own ears, shifting beneath the man and pushing himself upwards - he sucked on Dorian's earlobe, bodies pressed together.

"Stay there, riding me as hard as you can," the words fell hot against Dorian's ear. Riding him, inside or out - needy and desperate. They did have all night - but that didn't mean either one of them wanted to wait that long.

Josephine had worked miracles with Bramen's reputation because no one would suspect that the kind, clever Dalish elf had such a filthy mouth and filthy imagination. Dorian knew though. It left him trembling and aching for everything Bramen had described.

He drew back from Bramen then immediately dove back in to kiss him deeply, biting his lower lip. "Tonight, you are doing each and every one of those to me. Twice now that you've teased me with the idea."

He ran his fingers through the slick mess on Bramen's stomach, spreading his whole hand over his cock. He spent a moment slow stroking Bramen's cock, his grip tight to get him back for teasing so graphically with words. Dorian had a weakness for words.

"A fitting punishment, I think." He drew his hand away and reached behind himself with his oiled slick fingers.

A moan fell from Bramen's lips, the rogue tilting his head back as he jerked his hips a bit, thrusting upwards into Dorian's hand. The slick oil made made it feel so much better, Dorian's hand gliding with ease along him. He swallowed hard and shifted, trying to sit up as best he could - without sacrificing the feeling of his lover's hand pumping along his cock.

A low groan escaped him as Dorian did pull his hand away, the Inquisitor kissing the mage's chin in protest. There had been so much the man had taught him since their first night together - and knowing just how much his lover craved it excited him like no other. He exhaled against Dorian's face, it was his turn to bite the man's bottom lip and pull it gently with his teeth, a sound not unlike a growl coming from the back of his throat.

"Let me watch you," he said, pressing a kiss beneath Dorian's chin. He cleared his throat a little, repeating again - tone a little firmer now, a hand coming to the mage's chest, pushing it a little to urge him back- "I want to watch you."

"Ahh, there's the Inquisitor I know. Always making me wait, though, not sure how I feel about that."

It should have been obvious how he felt about that as he slid off of Bramen and laid down on his stomach without hesitation. Dorian was a vain man. He loved to be watched. It was made better by the fact that Bramen truly cared about him and looked at him with such desire and adoration.

He sprawled elegantly with his legs spread and his hips slightly raised so that he was perfectly on display for his lover. "Is this to your liking, your worship? Or do you have other demands of me?"

There was a bit of sarcasm there but Dorian couldn't help himself. Even though he loved to do as Bramen ordered the independence never went away.

He closed his eyes, letting out a soft sigh of satisfaction as he teased his fingers around his hole. He wanted to rush but his lover asked for a show and so Dorian took his time as he played with his rim, getting it very slick with oil before he pushed a single finger in.

With Dorian presenting himself like that, Bramen could feel his heart start to race faster. He breathed in, intently watching the man's hand and the way those fingers teased his hole, tracing the shape before pushing inside. Bramen swallowed, wetting his lips as he slid closer, bringing his hand to rest above his lover's backside. He stroked along the bare flesh, down one firm cheek as he exhaled, squeezing and rubbing the flesh as Dorian continued to stretch himself.

"It's perfect," he murmured, he couldn't say that word enough. His hand moved down the back of Dorian's thigh, stroking along it - spreading the bit of oil that had dripped between his legs across it. "Two fingers," he urged, his palm pressed to his lover's thigh and stroking back up. He settled on his knees so close to his partner, watching that single finger pumping inside of his lover's body.

"So demanding. I should make you say please." But he didn't wait because he was as eager as Bramen for more.

Dorian was never good at being patient. He pushed two fingers in and let out a long moan of pleasure. It would be better when it was Bramen fucking into him but he was definitely enjoying this as well.

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