There's Lightning in Your Teeth

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[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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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.

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"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.

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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.

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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."

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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.

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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."

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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.

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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.

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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."

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"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.

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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.

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"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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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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."

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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.

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"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."