hallarider | There's Lightning in Your Teeth

"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.

As much as he wanted to watch those fingers inside of his lover, Bramen leaned in and pressed a kiss to Dorian's tailbone. He braced one arm against the bed, kissing along the man's back and out towards one side. He enjoyed watching - but half the fun in watching was also listening to all the sounds he could draw from his lover's throat. Fingers were a nice distraction, something to keep Dorian busy while Bramen slowly worked on taking the lead.

He stroked along the man's back and reached between Dorian's legs, fondling his sac, slicked with that oil that had dripped down his length. Bramen squeezed his lover's balls, cupping them and bouncing them a little in his palm, all the while his lips kissed down along a firm cheek. A trail of wet kisses, breathing against olive skin.

"Tell me what you want - how you want it," he finally said, sucking in a breath. His own cock twitched in anticipation. He moved to touch Dorian's wrist, stroking across it as the man continued to thrust those oiled fingers into his body, leaning in to kiss his forearm. He began to guide Dorian's hand back, until those fingers slipped out of his body and he pushed the mage's hand away, moving in behind his lover.

Bramen reached down and took hold of his cock, guiding to Dorian's stretched hole and pressing the slick head against it. "Should we start this slow?" he murmured, easing the head of his length inside of the man, teasing him - pushing the head inside and then pulling it out, slowly widening the man further. There was a hitch in Bramen's breath in doing so, the elf wetting his lips. He paused for a moment, the head of his cock at Dorian's opening, threatening to press inside and past that ring of muscle.

The elf shifted on his knees, lithe form leaning over the mage as he spoke again, holding the base of his length steady. His breathing was coming heavier, his heart pounding with anticipation as he wet those lips again, audibly swallowing.

"Or... Are you tired of waiting?" He didn't even give Dorian a chance to respond, pushing his cock inside of the man's body. He grasped Dorian's shoulder and clenched his teeth, pushing the entire length inside of his lover, not stopping until he was hilted inside of him, letting Dorian take it all at once.

There were no words to describe Bramen when he was like this. Magnificent didn't come close to the way it felt when his lover took command of him like this, slowly and carefully but Dorian was aware of each and every second of it.

Each little touch, every little kiss had him melting and submitting to Bramen. He let the elf move him how he wanted and arched up more, offering himself completely. He should have a clever word or comment but his mind failed him as he hung on with breathless anticipation.

"Please," was all he could manage when that wonderful tease left him. He choked on the word when Bramen thrust inside him, claiming him all at once. It was perfect, brilliant, magnigicent and Dorian moaned musically for his lover.

He reached back with a hand, grabbing Bramen's hip, with his nails biting in. There was a little bit of sting for both of them now but he cared very little. It only added to the pleasure he felt suddenly being filled and taken. He hoped Bramen wouldn't make him wait for more.

One hand moved to clutch Dorian's shoulder, the other found itself at the man's hip as the elf did what he could to steady his breathing, eyes closed as he felt the warmth and tightness of Dorian's body around him. He swallowed hard, easing himself back a little and digging his toes into the sheets - before thrusting back inside of his lover, pulling Dorian's body at the hip and shoulder to meet him. He could only go so far with Dorian's hand holding tightly onto him but he built up a steady rhythm, pulling out half-way before thrusting back in, letting his partner feel as much as he could.

Bramen panted over Dorian's back, his own arching as he plunged deep and let Dorian's backside meet his hip. His body again, it was perfect - warm, inviting, tight - it made Bramen squeeze his eyes shut, struggling to recall all the things Dorian enjoyed during moments like this, though it was swiftly overpowered by his own desires. He didn't want to be selfish but it was no hard not to be.

His nails dug against his lover's shoulder, grunting heavily over him. The elf craned his neck and dipped his head, struggling to kiss Dorian's shoulders, panting against them as his thrusts grew shallower, loathe to be outside of his lover for longer than necessary. His hips smacked against Dorian's backside, managing to kiss the back of the mage's neck, nails biting into his skin. Perspiration began to bead on Bramen's forehead, a lower groan drawn from his throat.

He liked letting Dorian know how much he enjoyed it.

He was not a passive man. Dorian did not simply lay there and take what Bramen offered. He braced a hand against the headboard and pushed back with every thrust forward, matching his lover's rhythm with ease.

There was a burning pleasure sweeping through his veins like when he called on fire and let the Fade sing through him to direct the spell. Bramen filled him so well and soon they were moving smoothly together.

"That's it," he moaned, bending his head forward for more kisses. "Take me. Claim me. I need it, need you. Come on."

He loved goading Bramen into hard and fast fucks that would take the edge off. They could be slow and take their time next time. Or maybe he would make them go for this again and leave claw marks all along his lover.

The sounds that he coaxed out of Dorian made a heat burn in his stomach, one stoked all the more by the man's words, the way he encouraged him, all but pleading for a hard fuck. As his lover shifted back, his body craving more of Bramen's attentions, the elf had little choice but to give in, giving Dorian everything he desired. He did his best to draw a deeper breath in through his nose, pushing himself forward to properly kiss the back of Dorian's neck, burying himself inside the man.

He let out a heavy breath against the man's flush skin, that hand at Dorian's hip moving to wrap around the man's middle to give himself something more to hold on to. His nails dug in against the man's stomach, feet digging into the mattress as he rocked his hips - pace turning to something hard and steady. The hand at Dorian's shoulder readjusted itself, moving instead to the pillow near where his lover was laying, clutching it firmly to grant himself better leverage for the moment. The hand around Dorian's middle shifted again, grasping around the mage's chest as those shallow, hard thrusts continued. Low moans and gasps escaped Bramen, trying to silence himself as best he could as he kissed whatever exposed flesh he could find across Dorian's back.

That heat in his stomach continued to intensify, the elf's eyes squeezed shut. It was too easy for Dorian to get him going like this.

Dorian began to praise Bramen in Tevene. He was so clouded with pleasure it was easier for him to slip back into his native tongue than common. His lover was perfect, so perfect, fucking him exactly as he needed.

Shifting his weight he reached underneath himself, grabbed Bramen's wrist that was pressed against his chest and pushed it downward to his cock. He needed more and was shameless in asking for it.

"Placeo, amatus," he moaned deeply, wrapping Bramen's fingers around his aching length.

The language might not be clear but the actions were. He trusted Bramen to understand.

The action told him exactly what Dorian was asking for and Bramen had no desire to deny him. Pressing his cheek against his lover's shoulder, the hand that grasped the pillow and sheets moved to the headboard, resting over top of Dorian's own. He did what he could to lace his fingers between the mage's own, gripping the wooden board firmly as he did his best to keep balanced. His hips continued to rock against his lover's, driving in hard and shallow thrusts.

He was more audible now, his mouth closer to Dorian's ear as Bramen's head rest near his shoulder, letting out low moans of his own, short grunts and needy sounds - perspiration beading upon his forehead and dripping down against Dorian's skin. He followed his lover's lead, his hand moving closer to that aching cock, reaching for the head. His fingers brushed against it and as his body rocked against Dorian's own, the head of his cock met with his palm, stimulating him as best he could while maintaining his balance.

He pounded his hips firmly against Dorian's own, buried inside of his lover as he tried to shift, trying to get a better hold of his lover's cock, actually getting his hand around the man's length. Another moan escaped him as he began to grind his hips against Dorian's own, bodies fitted tightly together as he turned to rest his cheek against the opposite shoulder. He held the hand against the headboard tightly. "Emma lath..." the words came breathlessly, Bramen swallowing hard. "Fenedhis--" a dirty curse from his lips, pulling his hips back before pushing deep inside all over again.

Dorian was absolutely in paradise. Bramen wrapped around him so completely, his voice right by his ear, and their fingers intertwined was a gift from the Maker himself.

He rocked his hips between his hand and his cock, unable to decide which felt better for him but each was doing its job wonderfully. It wasn't long before he was biting his lip and holding on to his release by sheer willpower alone.

"I'm close," he managed to croak out in common tongue. He must teach Bramen more Tevene at some point because the elf made it difficult to think. He hoped his lover would be with him when he came. He hates to be so selfish as to come first and be so satisfied he can't do anything to help get Bramen off as well.

If there was one good thing about rogues, it was that they often had more stamina than they let on. Of course, in moments like this, all bets were off. A sound not unlike a whimper escaped Bramen's throat, another firm thrust as he hilted himself inside of Dorian, loving every sound that came from him. Strands of his hair stuck to Dorian's back, perspiration between them as he tried to turn his head and get a better look at the man. He couldn't see more than the back of his head right now - but that was enough. He'd seen his lover in the throes of passion before, drawing so close to the edge.

Bramen babbled something in his own tongue, half-formed words that were scarcely coherent before he suddenly pulled out, letting go of Dorian's cock as he moved back on his knees. He fought the sound of frustration he wanted to let out, swallowing hard as his hands came down to forcibly turn Dorian over onto his back. He pushed the man's legs up and moved in quickly, guiding his cock to the man's opening and thrusting in hard.

He pushed Dorian's legs back further, grasping them for leverage as he began to thrust again, driving in quickly and easily in the new position. As much as he enjoyed taking the man from behind like an animal - he loved to look down upon his face. Bramen grit his teeth together, speaking more confusing elven tongue- "Ma nuvenin, ma vhenan," he murmured, swallowing hard before panting, nails biting into Dorian's legs.

Bramen himself was so close, every sound that came from his throat and jerk of his body reminding Dorian of that fact. He just needed to hold out a little longer.

For one horrible moment Dorian thought that Bramen was going to play games with him and make him wait. Luckily his lover was not that cruel and only flipped him on to his back so that they could see each other.

Bramen looked so beautiful wracked by passion and need. He braced one hand on his shoulder, nails biting into his flesh and reached down with the other to take himself in hand.

He was truly going to find out the answer to his question and know what those words meant but right now he cared only for more pleasure and to watch his lover claim him.

It took moments before he arched up and came with a shout of his lover's name, spilling over his hand and stomach. He clenched tightly and ground down, taking his lover as deep as he could while he chased more and more of his own pleasure until it was almost painful to feel.

The sound of his name escaping Dorian's lips was all it took to drive Bramen over the edge, the rogue letting out a low moan as his partner ground back against him. His cock twitched inside of the man, Bramen's eyes cracking open just long enough to look down his lover's body. He watched Dorian continue stroking himself - sticky, white seed across his hand and stomach. He pushed just a little deeper, bodies fitted together as pleasure wracked through him, all of his muscles tensing up.

He panted over Dorian, staying inside him for just a little longer. Craning his neck, he leaned in to kiss the man, all of his senses still reeling. He could feel the faint sting of those nails that dug into his shoulder, though it hardly bothered him for the moment. He slowly breathed out, gazing down at Dorian's face with a smile.

"Ma'arlath," he murmured, slowly pulling out of the man. In doing so, his own cum leaked out from Dorian's opening, dripping down onto the mattress. The elf moved to lay beside his love, draping an arm around him and drawing him close with a smile. A few minutes to recover, to bask in that afterglow.

"You're incredible, as always."

The mess was simply part of sex and Dorian cared very little if they spend the rest of the night lying in it. He curled towards Bramen, draped himself over him and leaned in for a deep, slow kiss.

"Darling, we're incredible." He brushes his cleaned fingers along Bramen's cheek. "And I am determined to learn Elvish. All these pretty words and I haven't a clue what they mean."

Dorian wanted to know. Those words were important. He wanted to know the meaning. He laid his head over Bramen's heart and smiled warmly at him.

"Affectionate words," he murmured, repeating what he'd told the man earlier. Most of them were more than mere affection though, he'd explain the meaning one day. For now he was content to lay with Dorian, messy and spent as he kissed the man once more, softly this time before nuzzling his nose against the mage's own before letting him settle in against his chest.

Bramen's fingers moved up to Dorian's hair, stroking through it as he sighed lightly through his nose. "I use my imagination when it comes to what you say in Tevene," he said, idly curling a stand of dark hair around a long finger, "Tender words, for the man I adore."

He laughed deeply and shook his head. "I swear a great deal, actually. It's meant with affection of course."

There were affectionate words mixed in with the swearing and urgings for more and faster and harder. He cared a great deal for Bramen, edging into the dangerous territory of love. He had no idea how to say those words though, even in his native tongue they felt foreign.

"What a lovely evening."

"Swearing, pleading, begging for more - I do the same," he admitted, turning his head to kiss Dorian's forehead, smiling. He pulled Dorian a bit closer, warm bodies curled up together before he nuzzled against the man's hair, still damp from sweat. He was comfortable here in bed with Dorian, warm and relaxed now. A welcome change from how things had been earlier.

"And it turned out to be a fine evening," he murmured into his lover's hair, a hand lightly stroking down along Dorian's throat, "You always make it so."

He draped his arm over Bramen's stomach, his fingers idly tracing rune patters against his hip. "As dashing as you looked in that uniform I much prefer you like this."

This was his Bramen and no one else's. He didn't have to share him when they were together. Even out in the wilds of Thedas it wasn't the same as being wrapped around each other. "Though, I insist on a bath before we go to sleep."

Bramen also loved seeing Dorian like this - naked, exposed, wrapped in his arms. The elf stretched his legs out, sighing lightly as he allowed his legs to tangle with the other man's, cheek resting atop his head. "A bath could be nice," he murmured, smiling a bit. This was what he enjoyed most about time spent with the mage, being able to lay together freely, able to express themselves in this way. Affectionate, tender, warm. This was where he belonged, what he needed after such a long evening.

"We used to wash up in the river after a long hunt," he said with a small laugh, knowing how Dorian was when it came to hygiene. "Though the river was always cold - refreshing in the summers, not so much in the winter."

"I can't imagine the winters you lived through." Dorian gets a chill through him at the mere idea. He curled closer to Bramen, chasing away the phantom chill. "As much as I enjoy the mental image of you naked in a river I would not join you in the water."

Dorian is a spoiled brat and he knew that. He had no problem with it. He much preferred the huge soaking tubs of the city and he could warm it with magic for hours of simply enjoying the warmth. "I will wilt like a flower when you take me to meet your clan."

"I have a feeling Meallan is going to be relentless in his teasing when he meets you," Bramen couldn't help but laugh softly, kissing his lover's forehead once more. Both arms around Dorian's larger frame, Bramen still cradled the man against him leaning his head back and closing his eyes. "When this is all over and the weather is fair, I promise that's when we'll go - I won't subject you to a winter with a Dalish clan."

Dorian would never survive a winter in the wild. All the same, Bramen was too out of place in a city. Cities were easier to get used to though.

"But... A warm bath here at Skyhold is definitely a bit nicer than being in a river," he smiled, opening his eyes as he looked to Dorian. Warmer, cleaner and more importantly, they had Dorian.

"Will he be teasing you or me?" He hoped it would be Bramen getting teased because he was desperately worried about them accepting him and liking him. He didn't want to be someone Bramen was ashamed off. "That's a good idea. I'll do better in spring and summer."

It would probably be years before he took Bramen to Tevinter. He didn't want to go back when Bramen would be treated so poorly.

"Do you need me to wash behind those ears of yours darling?" He traced a finger along the edge.

"He'll tease us both," he laughed, sitting up a bit and bringing Dorian with him. He leaned in for a proper kiss this time, pressing his nose against Dorian's cheek and nuzzling again. Always content to have contact with him, always savouring what affection he could get. He pressed their lips together and let his hand run down the mage's shoulder and down his upper arm, smiling fondly.

"And you know I'd never turn down a little help getting cleaned up," A bath was sounding all too appealing now. "I have a feeling you wouldn't mind someone washing your back for you either."

Both he could live with. Dorian sat up with Bramen and leaned in eagerly when kissed. Kissing his lover would never get old and that smile was sweet and all for him.

"Back, front, sides, wherever you want to put your hands," he said as he slid off the bed and held out a hand for his lover. He was a mess but loved it when it was this context. "Come on, my darling. I won't go without you."

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