hallarider | There's Lightning in Your Teeth

There's Lightning in Your Teeth

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pavus_redemit -- continued from here]

Maybe they were a little overdressed to really enjoy themselves in bed but having Dorian strip him down was half the fun. Bramen shifted again under his lover's attentions, craning his neck to steal another kiss as he lifted his hips from the bed. Teasing was something Dorian was all too good at - teasing, flirting, working with those hands of his. Even if there was still a chill to the air, there wouldn't be for long. The fire wasn't the only way the two of them knew how to warm up. They could be quite creative on that front.

"You can fix that easily enough," A chuckle came from the back of Bramen's throat, wrapping his arms around his mage, letting his hands glide down his back again, rubbing at the muscle there. His hands dipped further, calloused and firm as they moved down to the man's hips, slipping in beneath the waist of Dorian's own trousers.

He turned his head to start kissing along Dorian's jaw, nose brushing against his lover's cheek. "I like feeling your hands there," he murmured, enjoying the sensation of his partner's hands anywhere across his form, "Though I think I like your mouth even more."

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"Whatever part I like, hm?" Dorian gave his lover a flirtatious smile as he turned around and leaned back against him. It would make it difficult to wash his back but he cared very little for the logistics.

He rested his head on his shoulder so he could watch him while he set about his task. "Some fun, you say. Whatever are you thinking in that devious mind of yours?"

Bramen started washing Dorian's shoulder and moving down his arm. Slow motions of the cloth, scrubbing him clean with a light hum as he chose to humour his lover. There would be time to wash his back properly, after he enjoyed every part of his lover's form. He turned his head a bit, pressing a light kiss against the man's temple.

"Whatever part you like," he smiled, dragging that cloth back up Dorian's shoulder and towards his neck, washing beneath his jaw and back towards the man's ear. "And in terms of what's on my mind..." he let out another soft hum, bringing that cloth down towards Dorian's chest. "I thought we could start things slow. Kissing-" he kissed the man's temple again, smiling in doing so, "Little, warm kisses. And of course a bit of touching-" he began to work that cloth in a circular motion around Dorian's chest, dipping it down towards the man's stomach and then back up, towards his collar and across towards the opposite shoulder.

"Kissing, touching, just see where it takes us."

Just like they'd chosen to see where things took them in the bed earlier.

As Bramen's hand and washcloth moved over him Dorian tilted his head and moved his limbs so that he had an easy time washing him clean. They did work up quite a sweat before.

"Kissing and touching two of my favorite things with you." He leaned up enough to kiss the underside of Bramen's jaw. It was such a lovely jaw, a strong one. "But you know that inevitably leads to us getting messy again."

Which Dorian had no problem with.

"At least we're in the right place if that happens," he said with a smirk, washing down Dorian's side as he welcomed those kisses along his jaw. They were distracting little kisses but they were precisely the kind he adored. He breathed out through his nose, idly rubbing the cloth in circles in the same spot, leaning his head back a bit to give Dorian better access to his throat and that jaw the man seemed to enjoy.

"Though I will admit," he began, shifting a little beneath Dorian now, dragging that cloth across his chest once more. "I did rather like the ideas you had earlier..." he murmured, that smirk still playing on his face, "About you being in my lap and straddling me..."

"Ahhh, so we're staying in the bath." Dorian chuckled softly and nuzzled against his throat. "Aren't you a clever little Inquisitor?"

There was a certain appeal to that. He trailed his fingers over the water to warm it a little more because if they stayed there longer it was going to go cold.

"I would be happy to demonstrate that idea. Especially if you allow me to turn around so I have an easier time kissing you." They had talked about kissing. It was important. Dorian would not be denied his kisses.

Bramen would never deny Dorian those kisses he craved. He wouldn't deny the man anything at this stage, even though it always seemed as though the man was just waiting for the axe to fall. Bramen turned his head and managed to brush his lips against his lover's cheek, lowering his arms to let the man turn around, after he heated the water a little more. The rogue settled a bit more against the tub, inviting the mage to turn around.

"Be my guest," he smiled, casting an inviting gaze in the man's direction. "I'd be happy to kiss you even more." Kisses, little touches, everything Dorian wanted. There was no need to rush, after all. The water would stay warm so long as Dorian allowed for it.

There was no invitation needed. The moment Bramen settled, Dorian turned around in his lap and leaned in to kiss him deeply.

"See how nicely I fit here?" He gestured with his hand to himself and then Bramen's lap. "It's perfect. As if I've sat here before. Done other things here before."

Oh, he's done a great deal sitting in Braman's lap. It was an enjoyable experience each time.

"We tend to fit perfectly, don't we?" the Inquisitor said as he returned that kiss, all too happy to have Dorian's face close to his own once more. He pressed their foreheads together, nuzzled noses for the umpteenth time and brought his arms back around the man, keeping him near. He pressed that cloth to his back now, slowly washing down from his neck to his shoulders, humming softly as he closed his eyes.

Despite their difference in size, Bramen found it easy to support Dorian's weight. Even if his frame was much smaller, that lean muscle held so much strength. Supporting Dorian's weight in his lap was no trouble at all. In fact, he adored the feeling. He adored everything about this man and everything he did. Everything they did.

"I think tomorrow," he began, stroking in slow circles down Dorian's back, scrubbing it clean, "We should take a walk in the courtyard. It feels like it's been a while since we've done that." A walk in the courtyard, hand in hand, ignoring the whispers. Not everyone approved of his lover, his Tevinter paramour - but Dorian was a good man. He'd make certain the world knew that.

"Though I think I'm content staying here in the bath with you right now," he opened his eyes, kissing beside Dorian's mouth with a light hum.

No lover he had ever had would do something as simple as walk hand in hand with him. It would be a shameful thing in Tevinter to be seen like that. Bramen did it without shame, without thinking he held Dorian's hand and looked happy about it. He didn't think his lover had any idea what that meant to him.

"Tomorrow is definitely better when the sun is up and it's relatively warm," he mused, dropping his head back so that his chest was proudly on display while Bramen washed his back. "I'm quite content here."

With magic to warm the water indefinitely they could stay until their whole body was covered in wrinkles from it. He planned to have some fun first. He ran his hands down Bramen's chest and left them resting low against his stomach. "Though, I feel as if I should do more for you somehow..."

"You do more than you realise," Bramen said with another kiss before dipping his head down to kiss at Dorian's throat, kissing down towards that chest. His hand continued to work the man's back, scrubbing and washing - though he could almost forget the cloth altogether at this point. It was fine just to rub and massage his lover, touches Dorian seemed to adore.

He kissed back up that neck, a smile on his face as he nosed beneath the man's chin. He was happiest seeing Dorian happy. That was really all these was to it. He didn't have a lot of experience in any of this but what Bramen knew was that he wanted this. He wanted Dorian - he wanted to spend time with him, he wanted to be with him, listen to him. Everything. Dorian was everything.

He sighed against his skin, dipping that cloth beneath the water, idly moving it across the small of his back. He turned his head, chosing to rest it upon his lover's shoulder, closing his eyes all over again.

"Just stay like this with me," Bramen murmured, another kiss against his lover. "Tell me what you like, what you want from me - and I'll do the same."

How was one man supposed to handle all this? Here was the Inquisitor, one of the most feared and respected men in Thedas laying his head on Dorian's shoulder and asking for nothing more than for him to stay? His heart felt like it was going to burst from the wealth of feeling.

"Is this all it takes to defeat the Inquisitor?" he teased as he nuzzled along Bramen's cheek. "A bit of hot water and an incredibly handsome man? If only the rest of the world knew how easy it was."

Yet, he would share none of this with the rest of the world. This was his and he would fiercely protect it from everyone. No one would be allowed to see Bramen at his most vulnerable, no one but Dorian and when the man wavered, he would lift him up. He would raise armies of the dead if that what it took to protect his lover.

"What a power I wield. All should fear me. Dorian Pavus, single-handedly defeated the Inquisitor by showing a little skin."

It was quite the power Dorian had over him. From the moment the Inquisitor had set eyes on the man, he'd been taken with him. He was truly handsome, a man who thrived on wit and pomp. To some, it might be seen as egotistical - but to Bramen, it was just a piece that made Dorian whole. He'd seen under that front the man put up, he'd seen the man in his weaker moments, offered him support and comfort. Dorian had done the same for him. For Bramen, it was an entirely new experience. Everything about Dorian made him crave a little more.

No other man had captivated him like this. He'd said it before - he simply didn't have words in the common tongue that described the way he felt.

He pressed another kiss to that neck, smiling as he laughed softly against warm skin. "All it takes to defeat me is you," he murmured. Clothed or undressed, laying against him or standing apart, Dorian was his weakness, completely and utterly. He dropped that cloth now, letting it sink into the tub as his hands moved to touch across that broad back, tracing designs across warm, olive skin. "Dorian Pavus - ma vhenan, ma sa'ath."

"Once again, using words I don't know. Horrible man." He had heard ma vhenan before. He was familiar with that one but ma sa'ath was new. He knew his lover wasn't insulting him but his desire to know always overwhelmed him. He wanted to know. "I do love to hear my name from your lips."

He leaned down and kissed Bramen deeply. He traced the shape of them with his tongue. Those lips said lovely things and did lovely things to him. He adored those lips, adored the man they were attached to.

Everyday it was harder and harder to remember that he had to one day return to Tevinter when all he wanted to do was stay wherever his lover was. How cold and empty his life would be without Bramen in it. Dorian did not want to go back to that sort of life.

"Maker, I already want you again," he laughed and bit softly at Bramen's lower lip. "What is it you do to me?"

"I'll tell you what ma vhenan means when you tell me what amatus does," Bramen teased, his hands moving down Dorian's sides now. Dorian wasn't the only one starting to feel aroused, especially not as their lips met all over again. Another content sound from his throat, hands resting against his mage's hips as his tongue slipped out of his mouth, brushing against Dorian's upper lip as the man bit his own.

"And... You do a lot of things to me too," he whispered, voice a quiet breath across Dorian's face, "And I adore every moment I have with you." Every glance, every smile, ever word spoken between them. He had no desire for this to come to an end - not ever. Not when he'd found something, someone who made him feel this way, who filled him with a joy he'd never imagined. It was so much more than physical attraction, that simply physical release.

He turned his head and began to kiss down Dorian's shoulder, exhaling against it as he dragged his hands back up the mage's sides, mouth curling into that smile all over again.

"As you said earlier, we do have all night..." and all morning if need be. Right now, the only things that mattered were them. Holes in the sky, the Inquisition, it could all wait a little while longer.

"I told you. It means beloved," he said with a laugh. In the right context it could also mean loved, in love with and all sorts of incredibly sappy things that he hated admitting to in Common. Tevene, at least, was so rarely spoken in the South he could get away with saying it freely and no one catching on.

He ran his fingers through Bramen's hair, tipping his head back so that he could kiss him lazily over and over and over again. They talked about kissing and Dorian simply wanted to kiss his lover again and again. Things could build slowly now.

He would not be denied his kisses or his man.

Bramen allowed himself to tilt his head back and expose his neck to Dorian, giving the man his opportunity to explore all over again. He smiled at the definition of amatus though, even if he'd pronounced it horribly when he'd tried to say it. Beloved. That was how he felt around Dorian, how he made him feel every moment.

"Vhenan means heart," he explained, eyes closed as he welcomed the feeling of those lips. "Ma vhenan means my heart... Which, I suppose could mean my beloved as well," he cracked his eyes open to try and steal a glance at Dorian's expression at that, always feeling his heart skip when the mage's eyes seemed to fill with warmth at hearing words like that.

He'd never tire of calling the man that.

His entire expression went soft when he heard the explanation. He never imagined he would be someone's heart or that someone would say it without hesitation and often.

"Your language is much softer than mine," he said softly as he leaned in for another kiss. "Yet, we both have the same devotion, the same passion for it."

He ran his hand down his neck and chest before he leaned in and bit hard at his neck because he knew what his lover liked and he loved to provide that. "I have a great deal of passion for you."

Bramen's arms wrapped around Dorian's shoulders now, pulling the man closer as he breathed out, swallowing as those teeth grazed his throat. A light gasp passed his lips, wetting them as he allowed his fingers to climb up to the back of Dorian's head and grasp at damp hair. He did love when Dorian bit him, when he could feel the man's lips and tongue all across his skin. He loved what Dorian to to him, the way he made his skin feel like it was on fire.

His nails idly moved across Dorian's scalp, letting out another content sound, a noise that slowly turned to something akin to a soft moan. "Show me that passion," he murmured, feeling his heart starting to pound faster all over again, just as it had when they were on the bed.

"Show me that passion and everything you want from me."

"Were you not paying attention a few moments ago?" He did his best to sound offended as he inched forward so that Bramen's cock fit nicely against his ass. "I was lost in the throes of passion thanks to you."

Before the night was over he would be again because no matter what his lover did the passion never seemed to ease. If anything, it was getting stronger. Dorian wanted him more than he did when they first met. His lover and lust for his beloved grew with each day they were together. Eventually, it would consume his whole being and Dorian was fine with that.

"This time you should pay very close attention."

Oh, he had been paying attention. He'd been paying close attention - but that passion always seemed to rise back up, much like Bramen's own arousal at present as Dorian shifted against him. Bramen's length fit against Dorian's backside perfectly, causing the elf to swallow hard as he breathed in, hands moving across the mage's back again. Oh, he wanted to feel every inch of this man over, let him straddle his hips, slowly ease that cock inside of him. He wanted to feel Dorian's kisses, feel his breath, let the man set the pace and murmur sweet things across his skin.

This was how it had been that first night they spent together. Bramen had been less than keen on the idea of being penetrated - but the sight of Dorian on top of him, riding his cock had been a very difficult image to get out of mind. It had been one that stuck there for days on end, lingering much like the smell of the mage had in his sheets. At least now, it wasn't just his scent that stayed in his bed - but the man himself. He'd certainly enjoyed sleeping in that large bed in the oversized room. Bramen had no complaints about that - it was much too big for him.

Having Dorian there made it just right. Just as having the man here now was just right.

He craned his neck and kissed the man softly, breathing against his lips, "I've been paying close attention," he promised, lips grazing softly against that mouth again, "But I like it when you teach me new tricks."

That made Dorian draw back slightly so he could smirk at his lover. "The tub is not a place to teach you something new, darling. But... you could tie me to the bed next time we're in it."

He had yet to introduce Bramen to that sort of bedroom game. It was something that didn't appeal to everyone. Dorian enjoyed it the few times he had played with it. "Or maybe a blindfold for you. You'll never know where my next touch and tease will come from."

That would be fun for him too. If he could keep Bramen guessing it would be very fun to see him respond to touches and kisses he could not see coming. However, he didn't know if Bramen would like to lose his sight that way.

"Or me, that's always fun for me." He pressed his hard cock against Bramen's stomach to show him how much he liked the idea.

The tub may not have been the best place to teach but was certainly proving itself a place for Dorian to make mention of what other new and exciting things the pair could try. The idea of a blindfold did get his heart racing a little more - but whether that was good or bad, it was hard to say at this point. Perhaps they'd try it at a later point, a time when Dorian's ass wasn't grinding along his cock and the man's own arousal wasn't hard against his stomach.

The elf swallowed, hands moving down towards Dorian's thighs and stroking along them under the water, moving towards the man's groin as he wet his lips. He craned his neck for another kiss, murmuring against his lover, loathe to pull away just yet. "I'd like to give that a try sometime..." Anything for Dorian, anything to excite the man. Blindfolds, ropes, they sounded strange but intriguing. What other things did his mage have in mind.

Right now, it wasn't hard to imagine what was on his mind, not while his cock was rubbing against his stomach. He deepened the kiss with his lover, a contented sound escaping as he brought a hand to Dorian's length, stroking along it as the man thrust and grind beneath the water. Bramen's tongue slipped out of his mouth, prodding at Dorian's lips - politely requesting entry. Right now, everything in the tub was to be Dorian's choice. He'd welcome any decisions the man wanted.

"We will," he promised, gasping the words against Bramen's mouth. "We will."

Right now, his focus was on riding and grinding on Bramen's lap. It's such a tease, so close to sex and yet not. He loves it, this waiting and building the tension between them. He focuses on kissing and touching and teasing his lover with all his focus.

Until his patience couldn't take it, Dorian planned to stay just like this with the water lapping between them and their hands all over each other.

So frustratingly close to sex but not. One hand remained on Dorian's hip, the other wrapped around his lover's length as the mage moved, rocking and grinding against him. The motions were enough to have Dorian practically stroking himself with Bramen's hand, the rogue more than content to have the man all but humping his fist. A moan escaped the elf, moaning against Dorian's face as a faint whimper followed loving that sensation that went through him. Dorian's ass moving against him was incredible, just another way the man could fan those flames that burned in his stomach.

Bramen pressed kisses all along his lover's face, beside his mouth, his chin, his jaw. Between each kiss was a low grunt and soft moan, the Inquisitor's hips jerking against his partner, wanting to feel more. It was just like when they were in bed earlier, bringing each other so close.

Creators, if only they'd remembered to bring the oil...

They didn't need the oil. Dorian knew he could come from this. In fact he was practically fucking Bramen's fist to do that. It might take longer but it would build stronger and feel more intense when it did happen.

He ran his hands over his lover's shoulders, up his neck and began to massage his ears, tweaking and teasing as he kept grinding between his hand and his cock.

"I want to leave a mark right here," he said as he pressed his thumbs against a high spot on his neck. "Let everyone see you belong to the Tevinter mage."

There's Lightning in Your Teeth

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I need to stop almost tagging you with my Hawke account...

lol, could be worse. I could almost tag with my Anders, lol

I would scarcely complain about an Anders. Bramen might be confused though.

One reble mage at a time Bramen

What can I say?? Rogues can't resist mages.

Ha! I can't resist mages. Stupid sexy mages.

Wonderful, perfect (sometimes crazy) mages.

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Depriving a Dalish hunter of his sight has Bad Idea written all over it. Now I want fail!sex...

lol, It could be a learning experience for everyone involved.

It could be. A mildly upsetting learning experience.

Who knows, they might even say the L word after. Gasp!

They might!! Not like Bramen hasn't said it repeatedly in elvish.

We know how bad Dorian is at saying it in any language, lol

Dorian, if you actually think this elf is going to leave you.....

He's an idiot, we know this.

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