He knew of the odd friendship Cullen and Dorian had. He knew quite well Dorian did what he could to tease the former templar - and his commander often tried to respond in kind. It was nice to see them getting along, even if it was a bit unusual for some. A light chuckle escaped him, followed by a sigh as he gazed up at Dorian.

"Still," Bramen smiled, hands moving over top of his lover's own, stroking the backs of them, "I'd rather that I be the only one who sees you undressed like that from now on."

It was no secret that Dorian had been with other men before - he'd admitted as much, explaining how it could never be more back home. That was back in Tevinter though - here, in Skyhold, here with Bramen, it could be. It was more. The elf squeezed Dorian's hands before sitting up a little more once again. It would make it harder to remove his trousers but now he could bring his hands to Dorian's own hips, dragging them around to the front of his own pants and working on unfastening the belts there, chuckling again as he tried to sit up onto his own knees, leaning in for another kiss.

"And... What did I say about you having all the fun?"