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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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"Mmm, perfect." Dorian slid his hands down from Bramen's hair, down his neck and down his back. He was always pleased by how good Bramen felt under his hands, the strength of him and lean shape. It was familiar now but still wonderful.

He squeezed Bramen's ass and laughed softly, "You fit so well against me. I adore it. Love it. I love how you fit inside me too. It's beautiful."

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Bramen tried not jump at the feeling of his backside being squeezed, opting to press himself against Dorian as best he could instead. The position made it a little awkward but he found a way to manage, arms moving around the man's waist, lips staying against that throat. He allowed his lips to trail back up towards the mage's ear, kissing in behind it before nuzzling with his nose. His hands stroked Dorian's sides, a faint hum coming from the back of his throat.

"I like being inside of you too," he murmured, fingers slipping around to the front of Dorian's thighs again. "I like it when you're over top of me, controlling it all," his teeth nipped at Dorian's earlobe, another hum coming from his throat.

"I like being able to see you, being able to kiss you - touch you as I like."

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He braces his hands on Bramen's shoulders and pushed him gently to lie down. "I do enjoy watching you under me."

To be honest Dorian didn't care if Bramen was under him or over him or behind him or whatever. He really enjoyed sex but with Bramen it was better than anything else.

"Get the oil would you, amatus?" he asked, running his hands over Bramen's chest. "I think a ride is in order."

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Letting Dorian guide him, Bramen smiled and lay back against the mattress, head resting against the pillow. His hands moved up Dorian's forearms again, giving a light squeeze before he shifted beneath his lover. "Of course," he murmured, feeling his pulse start to quicken. He was more than happy to fetch the oil, knowing full well that his partner wasn't going to leave him unsatisfied. He rolled onto his side with Dorian leaning over him, reaching out a lanky arm towards the stand next to the bed. Fingers that were normally so deft were suddenly clumsy, groping around to open the drawer.

He managed to get it quickly enough, pulling out a vial Dorian kept there. Oil suited for massage and other choice activities - particularly useful in this one. It made Bramen wet his lips, turning over onto his back before sitting up a little, craning his neck to steal another kiss, something of a naughty chuckle behind it.

"You know I could never complain about that, even if you rode me all night, ma vhenan."

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Sitting back on his heels, Dorian sat back on his heels and watched Bramen's body and muscles as he moved around. He was so strong and watching him move was watching a work of art.

He couldn't keep his hands off Bramen, running his hands down along his back and side as he twisted around to find their oil. It was good for all sort of activities but this was possibly Dorian's favorite.

"I would love to try but I don't think my thighs are strong enough for all night," he mused as he plucked the vial from Bramen's fingers. "Did you want to do the honors or watch this time?"

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"Until you get tired, then," Bramen laughed, hands moving to stroke down Dorian's chest as the man took the vial. Muscles tensed up as he remained leaning upright, angled in such a way to remain beneath his love while craning his whole body in order to linger close to that perfect mouth. He offered up another kiss, bumping his nose against the mage's own.

"I could never turn down a show," he replied, moving one hand behind himself now to better brace himself, looking to the vial and then to the man once more, "But you're going to have to sit back if you'd like me to do the honours."

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Dorian had to way the pros and cons of Bramen doing it versus giving him a show. Both were very appealing. Bramen's fingers were incredibly talented though Dorian knew how to get himself ready very, very quickly.

"Let me give you a show, darling. You work very hard," he decided, brushing his fingers gently along Bramen's jaw. "Let me take care of things."

What he really meant was he wanted Bramen to let him take care of him. This man gave him everything and took such good care of him that Dorian needed to return the favor.

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Bramen's hand came up to cup Dorian's cheek, taking one more kiss for good measure. He didn't mind prepping the man - but he could tell the mage was getting impatient. He wasn't the only one and yes, Bramen wanted all of this too. He could hardly wait to feel the heat of his lover's form, his weight, feel him panting over him. The hand on Dorian's cheek eagerly slipped down to the man's throat and then fell, the elf moving it in behind himself.

He liked when Dorian took care of him.

"Go ahead," he said quietly, smile still on his face, "You know I enjoy watching you."

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"Mmm, I love having you watch me."

Of course he did. He was vain and loved to be the center of attention. As much as he wanted his lover inside of him, he wanted to build the anticpation a little bit more.

He took his time dribbling oil on his fingers, getting them very slick. He couldn't resist the temptation and stroked himself until his cock was glistening.

That meant he needed a bit more oil before he reached back and finger himself open.

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Bramen's eyes moved along Dorian's body, watching the mage's fingers and hand as he stroked that oil all over his own cock, wetting his lips a little. He liked the sight of Dorian touching himself, almost as much as he enjoyed touching the man. Shifting his weight between his arms, the elf moved to grasp Dorian's length, stroking up his glistening shaft and smearing that oil across his arousal. He bit his lip a little, eyes meeting the mage's own.

"And I like watching you," Bramen murmured, breathing out as he tightened his grip on Dorian's cock as he stroked him. He was very much the center of Bramen's attentions now. When was the man not? After all, it was often difficult for the Inquisitor to keep his eyes off him.

Now was of course, no exception.

"I certainly hope you have enough oil to slick me up too..."

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It was almost impossible for Dorian to keep his eyes open with the dual sensations of his fingers opening him and Bramen's around his cock. He wanted to see his lover.

"There will be more than enough. I won't deny myself you," he said, breathless already.

He bit his lip as he pushed two fingers deep inside himself to muffle the deep moan he wanted to let slip. "I need you."

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Bramen's pulse raced faster, eyes moving down Dorian's form, following the way the man's arm moved. He did his best to watch the mage finger himself - though he could only see the motions of his arm, he could visualise it. He could visualise it quite well and as he glanced up at Dorian's face and how the man closed his eyes, speaking breathless words, the elf bit his lip as he sucked in a breath. His oil-slicked hand moved down towards the base of Dorian's cock, moving to fondle the man's sac while he could.

"I could never deny you anything," Bramen whispered, almost under his breath. A bit of that romantic side revealing itself all over again before he swallowed, more than eager for all of this. His own length was erect and standing stiff, excited merely by te idea of Dorian - and all those kisses he'd managed to steal. Everything about his lover was perfect - he wished to indulge in every piece of him.

"Just tell me what you want from me," he said, voice still quiet as he squeezed Dorian's sac, moving to stroke along the man's shaft again. He held his length at the base, fingers idly stroking there for the time being. He breathed out through his mouth, letting his lips part as he tried to gain his bearings - no matter how many times they did this, it still thrilled him entirely.

"Tell me what you want, what you need me to do - and it's yours."

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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.

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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.

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"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.

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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.

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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.

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"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?"

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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."

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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