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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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."

Bramen followed Dorian's lead, taking the man's hand and grinning at the possibilities. A warm and intimate bath together was definitely where he wished to be now, especially if it meant Dorian was going to pay closer attention to those ears of his.

At least if they got messy in there, they were in the right spot to clean up.

Bramen got a lot of perks for being the Inquisitor but the only one Dorian was jealous of was the huge smooth stone tub. He wanted it for himself with a few magical upgrades but it was good enough.

"Can we demand this be made in to marble?" he asks, looking over the tub. "Black marble with gold fleck and veins. How does that sound to you, darling?"

That was a benefit of being Inquisitor - he did have a private bath. A bath Dorian was always welcome to, whenever he could desire it. Right now though, it seemed the bath was just part of what spurred the mage's desire and that was perfectly all right by Bramen's standards. The pair made their way into the tub, sinking into the water once Dorian had heated it. The stone was hardly anything impressive-looking, simple rock dulled over time.

"Marble would be nice," he said with a bit of a smile, leaning over to kiss Dorian's cheek before he settled back, closing his eyes as he drank in the warmth from the heated water. "According to Solas, this place was originally created by the elves. I'd rather keep as much of that in tact as I can," he explained, though it was impossible to know whether this tub was original or if it had been added centuries later. Secrets they might never truly know.

He cracked open one eye and smiled fondly to the man. "Even if it were marble, I don't think I'd be able to take my eyes off you in order to appreciate it."

It took very little magic to warm water, barely testing Dorian's limits. He could keep it going for quite some time as well so they could take long soaks.

He settled in with a contented sigh, spread his arms across the edge of the tub and watched his lover in the water. It struck him again how handsome Bramen was. "Alright, keep your traditions. I will live with the tub being simple. We wouldn't want to become too ostentatious. We might as well be Orlesian then."

Dorian laughed deeply and held out a hand to his lover. "Come admire up close then, darling."

Bramen didn't need to be told twice. He smiled and moved away from the edge of the tub, drawing closer to where Dorian was resting. He swam to the man's chest, though moving across the tub was hardly a great feat. "Don't mind if I do," he murmured, pressing his chest to Dorian's own as he stole a kiss.

Sharing a bath had been a wonderful idea. he could stay here in the warm water and kiss his love all night if he wanted to. Though it was perhaps wise to wash up, to get clean before the pair retired for the night. Not that washing up meant they couldn't have fun, of course.

He turned away, moving to allow his back to rest against Dorian's chest as he leaned his head back against the man's shoulder. Bramen turned his head, catching a kiss to the side of Dorian's neck, laughing softly.

"Though now might be a good time to wash behind my ears, if you'd like to..." he pressed his nose against that neck, nuzzling against the skin, "And then I could do your back, wash your hair while I'm at it."

With Bramen settled in his lap and relaxing against his chest Dorian wrapped one arm around him and the other he drew a finger over the edge of his ear, slow and gentle.

"How sensitive are your ears?" he asked, rather curious because he seemed to really enjoy the attention. Dorian's ears weren't terribly sensitive. No more so than any other human. Perhaps the shape of Bramen's or the extra amount of them.

While he played with Bramen's ears he brushes his thumb about his stomach. They do still need to get clean but right now he likes lounging with his lover in his arms.

"Very sensitive," he replied, doing his best not to shiver from the feeling of his lover touching them. A feat easier said than done, keeping his eyes closed as he leaned a little into that touch. A light sound escaped him before he swallowed, continuing to speak.

"The first time you blew against one, it took me by surprise," he said with a smile, recalling a time he'd walked with Dorian through the Keep and the mage deemed it fit to tease him. "Though, the more you've been playing with them, the more I've gotten used to it," he cracked one eye open, reaching down into the water to rest his hand on Dorian's wrist, upon the hand that was stroking down his stomach.

"They do like to be kissed, however..."

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