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running by your side

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It was never difficult to find Dorian. Sometimes, it felt as though the Tevinter mage made a point of making himself as accessible as possible, being out in the open for everyone to see. It was a good idea when Bramen truly thought about it, something to dispel the idea of a cloaked magister working away in secret, researching blood magic and crafting secret potions to control minds - all rumours the Inquisitor had heard in passing about his lover. Thoughts that made Dorian chuckle and roll his eyes, easily dismissing their jeers and accusations. That was one of the things Bramen loved most about him.

Not a day passed that Bramen didn't feel as though there was something new he'd come to appreciate and adore something about Dorian. Perhaps it was foolish, maybe it was a bit silly but he was a foolish and silly elf at times. Dorian often made him feel as such, in the best way possible. That was why Bramen wanted to show appreciation for the man, something to show he cared. He cared, that he listened. Oh, how he listened to the tales the mage had, captivated by the history of Tevinter. There was so much in Dorian's own culture that had parallels within Bramen's own, it was fascinating to uncover. Every time they spoke, he learned a little more.

But one story had stuck with the elf for a long time now. One story he recalled so vividly as he now ascended the stairs towards the library, holding something wrapped in cloth in his hands. He remembered stargazing with the mage, curled up together in his room as they watched stars falling from the sky. He recalled Dorian's words, the feeling of his warm body in the cool night air - and that's why he had this now. He clutched that cloth tightly, reaching the top of the stairs as he made his way over to Dorian's little nook, smiling warmly and fondly as he looked over to the chair his lover so often made himself at home in. He wasn't in that chair now but he was close by, pulling a few books off the shelf - a little evening reading no doubt.

Bramen kept that cloth clutched close, a tender look in his eyes as he watched Dorian for a moment more.

"A bit of light reading?" he asked, letting his mouth crack into a smile. No doubt some of those books were for the morning - or merely to reference a page or two. Though Dorian often got sucked in to more than a few pages. He was always thirsty for knowledge.

Hopefully what was wrapped up in this cloth would fascinate him all the same.

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No lover had ever promised him such a thing. No lover ever could in Tevinter. Dorian's breath caught because he knew Bramen meant every word and it wasn't the heat of passion. Every word was genuine.

"I have all that I could want. I have you." He had Bramen's heart and was loved. What more could he ask for?

Perhaps it was too soon but Dorian couldn't wait any longer. He stopped fingering himself to prepare Bramen's cock, taking special care to lavish it in oil and tease while he did.

Of course it was beautiful, just like his lover. Dorian held it had the base gently as he teased the head over his hole, sending shivers down his spine. He slid down slowly and did not hold back his moan this time.

With Dorian settling over top of him, stroking his own cock and oiling it up, Bramen took the opportunity to release his lover's length and wrap his arm around Dorian's shoulders. One arm stayed behind him, bracing him as he tried to pull the man closer, sucking a breath in as he felt his mage sink down on his length and start to taking it inside of him.

That moan that came from Dorian's throat was music to Bramen's ears, the elf holding back something of a whimper. His fingers dug a bit into his lover's shoulders, wetting his lips and trying to crane his neck, wanting another kiss - but not wanting to silence the sounds that his lover made. Instead, another wine of sorts came from the Inquisitor, something wanton and needy, as he closed his eyes and took in the feeling of Dorian's body wrapping around him.

"I'm yours," his voice was still quiet but full of desire and want for the man above him.

"All mine," Dorian whispered back as he closed the distance between them and kissed him.

As he slid down on him he rocked his hips so he felt every single inch. It felt so good to kiss his lover and run his hands over him, knowing this would not be one time. This was long term, forever. Bramen was his and he belonged to his man in turn.

"I am yours, in full, always," he said softly, a rush of fear and pleasure going through him. He could say these things and he could mean them and the words would not be weapons against him.

He moved long and slow, feeling every second, every movement. He reached for Bramen's hands and tangled their fingers together. He wanted that connection, needed it.

Bramen allowed himself to lay back, letting Dorian lean over him, straddle him and settle his hips flush against his own. So badly the elf wanted to touch his lover, hold Dorian's hips, reach around to his back - anything to push him closer, to feel more of that body surrounding him. A moan passed his lips, shifting beneath the mage's weight before his hands finally met with the man's own, squeezing them as their fingers laced together. He closed his eyes and let his head roll back against the pillows, arching his back a little as he bucked his hips, thrusting back up into his lover as Dorian rose up.

Yours, in full, always. Those words rang out in his ears, drawing a short groan from his throat, trying to open his eyes to look up at the man over him. It was an intense and wonderful feeling, so sudden and so much - he couldn't get enough of it. Those long, slow strokes of Dorian's body, feeling him take in every inch - it was nothing shy of perfection. He bucked his hips up again, digging his heels against the sheets as his mouth hung open, starting to pant as Dorian came down on him once more.

"Being inside you is incredible," he didn't even know if the words made it out or if they were lost in a breathless sound, the elf closing his eyes again as he tried to release Dorian's hands. He wanted to touch the man all over, feel everything about him. Just his hands wasn't going to be enough.

The wicked side of Dorian wanted to keep Bramen's hand in his and deny him whatever he was seeking but he couldn't do that to him. He let go, put his hands on Bramen's chest and let him do what he wished.

"Feeling good, darling?" It's a small miracle that he can say anything in common right now. Tevene would be so much easier right now as his brain was focused on riding Bramen and the pleasure that flowed through him.

His lover looked so good underneath him, swept up in the same passion that had taken control of Dorian. He had never seen such a beautiful sight that came out each time they were in bed together. He was almost has addicted to the look of his lover as the feel of his moving within his body.

"Incredible," he panted, hands moving to Dorian's hips. He held fast, fingers digging into the man's skin, nails biting into him. He clenched his teeth, a low keen coming from the back of his throat as he breathed through his nose, releasing his grasp on the man and laying his hands flat against his skin, fingers splayed before they dug into him all over again.

"Ma vhenan--" he panted the affectionate term, squeezing his eyes shut as he tried to thrust up into his lover, selfishly wanting to feel more. More words came from him, unintelligible half-words in Elvhen, cracking his eyes open as he looked up to the man leaning over him. He swallowed hard, spreading his legs a bit as he tried to dig his feet further into the mattress, biting his lip for a moment. He glided in and out of Dorian's body with ease, the mage able to sit on his cock and rise back up without any effort.

"Amazing..." he said with a hitched breath, leaning his head back all over again, "How does it feel?"

The way Bramen clutched at him left little crescent moons on his skin, marks that would linger and he could press later to remind himself of this moment together.

The Elven, the common mixed together made him ride harder, to see how unintelligible he could make his lover. He loved seeing Bramen swept up so completely that he forgot himself and to be restrained.

"Good, wonderful," he purred, dragging his nails down Bramen's chest to leave lovely little marks of his own behind. "Keep fucking me."

With another hitched breath, Bramen did his best to swallow before he spoke, trying not to let his words turn into little more than a needy whimper. More unknown elvhen escaped him, wetting his lips as he ran his hands up the man's sides and back down again. Dorian didn't need to tell him to keep doing - but the way the man said it only heightened his arousal. Watching Dorian all but bounce on his cock, the feeling of his nails dragging down his chest, he couldn't explain why it felt so good tonight, why it felt perfect.

"Dorian..." his lover's name was the closest thing he could get to speaking common again now, unable to take his eyes off the man over him, that perfect human. "Ma'arlath," he murmured the word as he drew in another breath, writhing beneath the man as he thrust up again, driving up to meet Dorian's hips over and over.

"It... It means--" he groaned, rolling his head back, unable to finish the thought. Too much all at once, his senses quickly growing overwhelmed. Any words he wanted to say turned into a needy whimper that turned into a moan, fingers digging into Dorian's side all over again.

That was perfect. Bramen could barely speak and all that made sense to him was his name. To hear his name said with such passion and need was the most beautiful sound.

"Language lesson later," he gasped out, pushing his hand up to brush his fingers along the edge of his jaw. "Sex now."

He licked his lips as he focused on drawing out every bit of pleasure he could for his lover. His own needs were some how secondary to giving Bramen everything he could. His love should have all the pleasure in the world and Dorian wanted to give it to him.

Another groan came from the back of Bramen's through, the elf shifting completely beneath his lover as he did what he could to try and sit up. He adjusted their position a bit more, urging Dorian into his lap as he wrapped his arms around the man's shoulders, pulling himself closer as he remained buried inside of his love, Dorian's body flush against his own.

He'd explain the meaning of his words after. For now, he just wanted to rock against the man - albeit a bi awkwardly in the new position. He wanted to rock against him, feel Dorian's own slick cock rubbing against his stomach, kiss beside the man's mouth and up along his cheek. Soft moans passed his lips with each motion, wanting Dorian to feel just as good as he did, feel that same heat building in his stomach. His hair was damp from perspiration, kissing beads of it away from the side of Dorian's face, as he breathed out across his skin.

Nails bit at his shoulders, seeking purchase for some kind of leverage. Dorian was everything to him right now.

Now Dorian began to whisper sweet promises in Bramen's ear in Tevene. It was much easier to fall into his native tongue when they were wrapped around each other so closely it was difficult to tell where he ended and Bramen started.

His lover wouldn't understand the words but Dorian promised him forever. He gave his heart and soul to Bramen and how terrifying it was to trust someone with things so precious to him. His lover was more than that, he was also his love and that meant more than anything to Dorian.

He pressed tighter against his stomach, rubbing his hard length between them, looking for more attention, more pleasure when his body already felt pushed to the limit.

He didn't understand any of the words Dorian murmured but the elf knew how few Dorian grasped of his own tongue. The words they spoke didn't matter, right now it was all in the way their bodies communicated. Soft moans, light whimpers, panting and the sound of wet skin smacking together. The sounds they made together were all Bramen could hear now, the only thing captivating every one of his senses. He met his lover in a kiss, hands slipping further down the mage's form, digging at his back. Every little mark he left on the man's skin would fade but he'd nestled in so much deeper. It was an indescribable feeling, something Bramen couldn't fully comprehend - but he loved every moment of it.

Every moment he was near Dorian, whether they were intimate or not, meant everything to him. His head turned, kissing beside Dorian's eye before moving towards the man's ear, panting lightly as he continued to rock and thrust up into into his lover's body, cock twitching inside of that tight heat. Dorian squeezing around him threatened to draw all kinds of sounds from him, all kinds of curses in Elvhen and common that were on the tip of his tongue. He settled instead for a heavier pant, lips hanging open as he struggled to hold on.

It was taking everything to hold back from the edge. He didn't wish to disappoint his love.

There was no point in holding back. They had all night. He pushed them to move harder and faster, driving them both towards the peak of pleasure.

When he felt himself on the edge Dorian grabbed the back of Bramen's head and yanked him into a deep, hard kiss until he came with a heavy moan against his lover's mouth.

He didn't want to stop moving even as he spills between them, even when it starts to feel like too much and he's too sensitive. There's never enough with Bramen.

Bramen pulled his lover down against the bed, the elf laying on his back and jerking his hips hard, driving over and over into Dorian's body. He hungrily took that mouth against his own, tongue pressing against the mage's lips as his hands grasped at the man's back. He spread his legs, making it easier to thrust up inside of him, feeling the heat of Dorian's arousal pressing against his stomach. He felt the man's seed spill out, not breaking that kiss as he let himself slip off the edge too.

Everything that built up, this heat between them finally growing to be too much. Their mouths parted, enough for Bramen to let out a low moan, hips jerking and thrusting hard as he finally let himself completely lose himself inside of his lover. Shallow, quick thrusts, low grunts and a short cry - he came hard inside of his lover, hips still moving.

His cock slipped out of Dorian's ass as another hot stream of seed spurted from the tip. It spilled across Dorian's opening, dripping down his widened hole, Bramen's hips finally calming, finally settling against the bed. His arms stayed around Dorian's neck, panting against his shoulder.

He could deal with the mess he'd left behind in a moment. Right now, he needed to catch his breath.

Dorian felt deliciously sore and deeply satisfied. He was also sticky and gross, really, but he cared very little at that moment. He should be exhausted but instead he felt energized, the need still under his skin somewhere.

"Stay put," he murmured to his lover as he pushed up on shaking arms and slid down his body. So, he wasn't quite as fit as he thought but he would not be denied what he wanted.

The mess on Bramen's stomach was first. Dorian lapped it up with long, broad strokes of his tongue working his way down to his softening cock. He was more gentle when he cleaned it, keeping in mind how sensitive his lover must be right now.

It was a fine thing to be sticky and gross, particularly after what they'd just engaged in. Bramen would have been content enough to leave the mess where it was - but he wasn't going to object to Dorian's attentions, especially with that amazing mouth. He brought his hands down to damp hair, stroking his fingers through it as Dorian worked on cleaning him up, licking away sticky cum on his stomach and working down to his soft member. He swallowed and breathed in, wetting his lips a little as he watched his lover, feeling his racing pulse slowly starting to even out.

"I got a little... Eager at the end," he said, in an almost sheepish tone. He sounded tired, drained from the exertion of what they'd just done. He brushed Dorian's hair away from his forehead, sinking back into the mattress.

"I'll have to work on that... Keeping myself under control." Not falling out of his lover, getting too eager with his thrusts. It wasn't the first time it had happened.

"I don't mind when you're eager," he said gently between licks. Bramen was still learning after all. Things like that were expected. He was still better in bed than half the Tevinter men Dorian had been with.

When he got the last bit cleaned up he placed a tender kiss to the base of Bramen's shaft and climbed back up his body. He collapses happily on him and nuzzled his neck.

"Mmm, I going to feel this tomorrow. I like that."

With Dorian on top of him now, Bramen's arms comfortably wrapped around the man, stroking along his back. He turned his head to nuzzle his nose against Dorian's temple, shifting a bit as he settled, contented by the weight of his lover's body over him. His fingers stroked in small, circular patterns, a light hum escaping him, content to bask in this bliss.

"Did you want me to clean you up too?" he murmured, half hoping the man didn't want to take him up on that. He was comfortable where he was, enjoying his lover over him - but it was only fair to at least offer. That was the main lesson he'd learned from the beginning, one of the things that separated him from the other man Dorian had been with. Everything was give and take, everything was about pleasure for the both of them. He'd give everything to Dorian in a heartbeat.

"Not yet," he said softly. "You're still exhausted."

Dorian will give Bramen a few minutes to catch his breath and come down from the high of very, very good sex. He's quite content to stay right where he is with Bramen for a little bit longer.

When he got uncomfortable he would let Bramen know.

Bramen's eyes closed, keeping his face close to Dorian's own. He'd simply fall asleep here under his lover if he wasn't careful - though Dorian likely wouldn't mind if he did. He nuzzled against his lover, kissing his temple as he exhaled. The heat between them now was purely a pair of warm bodies curled up together, coming down from that blissful high.

"I could stay here all night..." he murmured it quietly, fingers finally going still, hands pressed against Dorian's back, "Probably for half the morning too." It was hard to leave Dorian's embrace. In a perfect world, he'd never have to.

Maybe after all of this was over, he'd have that opportunity.

He chuckled softly and laid his head down on Bramen's shoulder. "Did you have somewhere you needed to be tonight?" he asked, teasingly.

They should stay here all night, the moment when he had to get up to clean himself not withstanding. They should lounge in bed, tangled together, and trading kisses and touches. It sounded like a perfect evening to him.

"If you do, fine, go. I will wait here for you to return," he said haughtily.

"I'm staying right here," Bramen smiled as Dorian settled in closer, a hand coming up to stroke the hair at the back of the man's head again. He wasn't going anywhere and he'd be content to kiss and cradle the man in his arms until the morning light. That would be ideal for the both of them.

"Anything that needs my attention can wait until morning," he breathed, kissing Dorian's temple once more. A breach appearing over Skyhold was probably the only thing that could pull him from his lover's hold now. Even them, a part of him would still be loathe to leave him.

He lazily turned his head a little, catching sight of one of the books Dorian had pulled out over on the table next to them. He hummed a little and just returned to nuzzling the man, wanting every bit of contact he could manage now. "So much for a bit of light reading," he said with a smile, one hand slipping down Dorian's back. There was a smile at the corners of his mouth, audible even in his words now.

"You know I get distracted easily."

"Good." Dorian snuggled closer to make his point. He didn't want to go anywhere and he didn't want his lover to go anywhere. There was too much on Bramen's shoulders at any given time and he took all the time he could to have their time alone.

He chuckled deeply and began to trail his fingers up and down on Bramen's ribs. "That was much more fun than some light reading. That was much more engaging and satisfying."

It was a bone deep satisfaction that settled in his muscles and around his heart because Bramen loved him. That was the best feeling in the world. He had no sense of worry, no fear that he would be asked to leave one day. He had this, love and sex, and everything he ever wanted.

Alone time with Dorian was among the most important. Whether they were intimate, whether they simply read together, talked or took a walk, every moment with his lover was precious. He loved feeling Dorian near, he loved the feeling of his hands across his skin - but most of all, he loved him. With Dorian at his side, he often felt as though he could do anything.

"Ma'arlath, ma vhenan," he murmured softly, fondly. The Inquisition wouldn't be the same without this beautiful man. He never wanted to be without him.

"You still haven't told me what that means." He suspected he knew what it meant thanks to context but he would have liked to hear it.

It would be are for Dorian to say it. Those words still choked him with a bit of fear. It would get easier with time, hopefully because Dorian would get over his fears. He could trust Bramen would stay with him through it.

Negligable bits of damage. I did get one kill and celebrated like I beat the boss myself

\o/ always a reason to celebrate

It was amusing as hell.

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Sorry for my extreme delay on these tags. Hopefully I'll be around all day tomorrow

It's okay. I should be around too.

I am pro at closing html brackets apparently too

Probably the most common mistake in RP, let's be real.

true enough. I should still be better at proof-reading though.

We all should and yet...

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