There's Lightning in Your Teeth

[hallarider]

[for 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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[pavus_redemit]

The little ear twitch was the most adorable thing Dorian had ever seen Bramen do. He nuzzled his hair, hiding his grin in it. He thought sometimes he might go up in flames from how happy this one man made him.

"At least it sounds beautiful whatever you just said." He was going to learn so that he could understand fully but until then he knew it was good whatever Bramen had just said.

[hallarider]

Bramen eased himself out of Dorian's lap, opting instead to turn around and face his lover, wrapping his arms around Dorian's neck and pressing a soft kiss against his lips. He pressed their foreheads together, looking his lover in the eyes, smile still warm and tender - a smile that was all Dorian's.

"Ma serannas, it means "my thanks"," he murmured, offering up a translation finally. "Vhenan'ara, that means "my heart's desire"... I said that you're all my heart desires, Dorian," he kissed the man again, touching the tips of their noses together.

"But I like to think that you already know that."

[pavus_redemit]

"It's nice to hear it in any language."

How could he handle it when Bramen said such things so easily. Dorian leaned up for another kiss, putting his feeling into the action because he was terrible at words. The physical was so much easier.

"Omnes enim vos cor meum," he offered softly, his lips brushing against Bramen's with every word.

[hallarider]

Bramen closed his eyes and welcomed the kiss and those words that were brushed against his lips. he exhaled through his nose, dipping his head down to press his nose to Dorian's neck, once again opting to nuzzle against his partner. It felt nice to do so, warm and close to the other man. He loved to kiss, he loved to embrace, he loved everything about being near Dorian.

Even if he couldn't understand the words his lover said, something about them warmed his heart. He smiled contentedly, resting his head upon the man's shoulder as his hand came up to stroke the short hair on the back of his head. "Let me guess," he murmured quietly, a bit of playfulness in his tone. "Affectionate words in Tevene?" he opened his eyes, lifting his head up to lightly kiss beside Dorian's mouth, smile still playing there.

"Or perhaps a few curses?"

[pavus_redemit]

"Some might see them as such," he said with a bit of a laugh. "It's what you said to me in Tevene."

He was quite good at echoing words. He felt every single one of the words fully. After everything he had ever been afraid of Dorian found love in the most random of places.

"I can teach you a few curses. There are some clever ones involving a dog's ass. We made those specifically for referring to Southerns."

There were other swears for elves but they all dealt with slaves and Dorian didn't want to touch on those.

[hallarider]

That earned a chuckle, easing back a little and bringing his hands to Dorian's face, framing his cheeks before stroking down the man's neck. "Elven insults tend to reflect wolves," he said before giving his love another kiss, "and our threats usually pertain to our daggers striking fast and our arrows flying true - and being cruel enough to let you bleed out instead of finishing you."

Elves weren't the sort one wanted to get on the bad side of. Dalish elves, at least. The elves in Dorian's homeland tended to be a little different. No matter though, not right now - not when he wanted to touch on the first part of what Dorian had said. He leaned in to press their noses together again, both hands now resting against his partner's chest.

"But I think I'd like to hear more sweet things in Tevene... Even if you just repeat me, ma vhenan."

[pavus_redemit]

"I thought we were getting clean, amatus. If you keep talking so ruthlessly I'm going to get riled up again," he teased as he leaned up and kissed the tip of his nose. He quite loved that nose.

He ran his hands down Bramen's back, slowly to feel every inch of his lean form. Dorian could paint runes on his skin for hours just to feel it under his fingertips.

"You have a way with them that I lack." At least with words that mattered. Dorian could and did talk a great deal but usually it didn't mean anything. When it was important words tended to fail him.

[hallarider]

"We can take our time in cleaning up," he said, splaying his fingers and moving them back up towards Dorian's shoulders, closing his eyes for a moment as he felt those lips on his nose. He leaned in with another hum, kissing Dorian softly, sighing a little as he did so.

"You're always incredible with words, Dorian," he reminded the man, even if he believed himself at a loss in moments as this. The hands upon the man's shoulders moved back down towards his chest, resting flat there as the elf met the mage's eyes.

"It's easy to speak from the heart, especially around you," Bramen's words were quiet now, soft and meant just for Dorian, "It has so much to say when you're here with me."

[pavus_redemit]

Dorian stared at Bramen for a moment, then laughed a little incredulously and shook his head. "Do me a favor, darling, pinch me? I need to make sure I'm not dreaming. You're too perfect. You must be a desire demon."

No one could be this perfect for him, always saying the right things, in the right way and never faltering. How did he go through years wanting this very thing and then have it? There was no way he would get to keep this.

"Go on, right here." He tapped a finger against his side under the water. "A quick hard pinch. Go ahead. I can take it."

[hallarider]

If Bramen was a desire demon, he had a feeling he would've chosen a different form. Something taller, broader - though all the same, if anything would draw the ire of the man's parents, it would be an elf. He knew how defiant his lover could be in that regard. Still, if Dorian wanted to pinch him, well, Bramen wouldn't deny him. With another small kiss and a short laugh, the rogue brought his hand down into the water and gave his lover a quick, hard pinch.

"Still dreaming?" he teased, laughing softly before bumping their noses together once more.

[pavus_redemit]

He jumped at the pinch then leaned in and kissed Bramen deeply. "Yes, still dreaming."

He must be because he still has Bramen, someone who loves him for how he is, for who he is. It must be a dream.

"It is the best dream I've ever had," he said, trailing kisses along Bramen's jaw and neck. "It will be a real disappointment when I wake up."

[hallarider]

He leaned into that kiss, making a soft sound of disappointment as their lips moved apart. He sighed through his nose and touched his forehead to Dorian's, smiling warmly - that fond and loving smile he often wore for the man. "I don't think you'll be disappointed," he said, hands moving up to frame Dorian's face once more, touching his jaw and stroking towards the back of his head, in behind the mage's ears.

"Since when you wake up, you'll still be next to me."

[pavus_redemit]

Oh, but the terrible thing was Dorian feared he would wake up one day and Bramen would move on. He was too used to being tossed aside by lovers. He thought it couldn't last, this perfect thing he had found.

"Drooling on my shoulder most likely," he teased, tilting his head back to grin brightly at Bramen. "At least you don't snore. Then I'd never get any sleep."

Yet, here he was with his lover and he would take every second and every moment he could have with him.

[hallarider]

"Drooling, clinging to you, murmuring something about going out to herd the halla back to their pen," he shook his head, stroking through the hair on the back of his lover's head before lacing his fingers together back there, keeping them close, "But you're right - at least I don't snore."

One thing to be grateful for. That and the fact he didn't always smell like a hart.

"Let's finish getting cleaned up," he kissed the tip of his lover's nose, that fondness still written across his face, "Before we let ourselves get too sidetracked again."

[pavus_redemit]

"It is a bit odd how much you talk about halla in your sleep," he mused, his eyes tracing the beautiful contours of Bramen's face.

Dorian picked up a washcloth left nearby on the edge of the tub. He dipped it into the water and started washing his lover behind his ears.

"You and your pets. It's a wonder you don't have a whole pack of dogs following you everywhere."

[hallarider]

Bramen closed his eyes and welcomed the feeling of that wash cloth against his skin, scrubbing in behind his ears. He wet his lips and relaxed, though that smile on his face disappeared for the moment, turning to a bit of a grimace.

"Halla aren't pets," he reminded the man, though he wasn't annoyed by the mistake. He knew it was going to be something he'd have to remind Dorian of for some time. He wet his lips though, letting a thin smile return to his face.

"And it would be nice to have a Dalish hunting hound," he opened his eyes and shifting a little against his lover. The slender windhounds were beautiful creatures, a piece of Bramen's home that he missed almostas much as the halla. "But they would never be happy here," he said, almost wistful. "They need to be free - they're hounds with a purpose. They belong out in the wild with the rangers. Skyhold is no place for them."

[pavus_redemit]

"Right, right, they choose you and your clans." He had been told that many times but Dorian hadn't really let it sink in. He had never dealt with animals extensively. Bramen kept bringing animals into his life.

He trailed the cloth down to Bramen's neck and shoulders, occasionally dipping it back into the tub to keep it wet and warm. He didn't want Bramen getting cold.

"Oh come now, you travel enough to give it plenty of adventure," he countered. Normally, he would argue against an animal because honestly there were enough around Skyhold but he wanted Bramen happy and if a dog would do it then well, he'd tolerate a dog. "You could send it exploring the mountains when you're tied up here. I'm sure they're smart enough to make their way home."

[hallarider]

"They're smart but they aren't the same as a mabari hound," he said with a shake of his head, recalling the tales Varric had shared about the Champion's hound - how the dog could play Diamondback, would allegedly talk back to its master, could stroll around Kirkwall like it owned the place. Mabari hounds were almost too smart for their own good. Dalish hounds were just hounds, keen hunters but they needed a steady hand.

He shifted and let his head rest on Dorian's shoulder, enjoying the feeling of that cloth down his own, easing against Dorian's chest as he let the man wash him. "Besides - I have you for companionship," he said with a smile, eyes closing again, "And the harts in the stable, if I really want a taste of home."

[pavus_redemit]

"You just compared me to the companionship of a dog," he drawls, but he's clearly amused instead of offended.

Bramen didn't mean it that way but it was quite fun to tease that he did. Dorian adored him and his odd affection for animals.

He brought the washcloth around to clean Bramen's chest, humming appreciatively because his lover was the most handsome man next to him.

[hallarider]

Bramen shifted a little as Dorian started to wash his chest, turning his whole body a little in order to give the man better access. Those eyes opened again, a hand coming up to touch Dorian's wrist as his lover washed him. "You're warm, you enjoy curling up in my bed, you like it when I lavish attention on you..." he grinned as he spoke, eyes opening as he looked to his lover. All traits of a pampered dog - or a rather spoilt cat. He stroked along the man's wrist and down along his forearm, craning his neck to steal another small kiss against his chin.

"I'd say there are worse things to be compared to," he lazily traced along Dorian's arm, idle and meaningless patterns. Some people might be offended at the thought of being compared to a dog but considered how Bramen seemed to adore animals, it couldn't possibly be a bad thing coming from the elf. He'd compared Dorian to a halla before too, full of pride and self-assurance, like a halla fawn that had just grown its first horns. Dorian could be many things - but what Bramen enjoyed most was that he was his.

"Though I think I'd prefer your company to a dog's," he assured the man, stealing another small kiss, "You keep me busy enough."

[pavus_redemit]

"Hmmm, I do like licking you too." He licked delicately at Bramen's throat, right over where his blood beat through his veins. Dorian was not a dog by any definition. He was much more suited to a cat but the Dalish didn't seem to have a care for the beasts. Bramen deeply cared for him. "Perhaps dog is an appropriate."

Now his hands traveled over Bramen's side, dragging the cloth with them. He didn't know what sort of animal he would compare his lover to. Perhaps the harts he was so fond of. He did have their wild nature. The desire demon thing was only a joke. His lover could never be a sin.

"I love your attention too much, it's true."

[hallarider]

"And I rather like your attention too," he smiled, relishing in the feel of his partner's hands now. Dorian was always so good with them - and if this continued, they'd no doubt find themselves like they had earlier, exploring and enjoying one and other until neither man could take it any longer. Not that Bramen had any complaints about that.

"Though I should wash your back for you," he reminded the man, before Dorian got too handsy again. They were here to get clean, after all. Though there wasn't any harm in getting a little frisky, was there?

Perhaps it was Dorian who was the desire demon. They might never know.

[pavus_redemit]

"Bah, spoiling my fun." Dorian leaned up for a kiss and as he drew back he pressed the washcloth into Bramen's hand. "I didn't even wash my favorite parts of you."

His hand were about to stay towards Bramen's cock and that would have definitely distracted them away from washing and back into having fun together.

"Alright, spoil sport, off my lap and let me turn around for you."

[hallarider]

"I promise, once we're clean, you can touch whatever part of me you like," he smiled, easing away from Dorian. He did want the man to touch him again, an almost selfish part of the elf wanted to laze about with the man here in the tub, let the man simply stroke him as they returned to murmuring affectionate things at each other. That was a fine way to spend time.

He eased back and took the cloth from Dorian, gesturing for the man to turn around, smiling all the while. "Settle back against me, let me wash you - and then we can have some fun." More fun. Everything with Dorian usually ended up fun in some manner.

[pavus_redemit]

"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?"