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The next day, Cole had woken Dorian up to let him know he was heading out with the Inquisitor. She wanted to go to Emprise du Lion for a few days, which meant being kind to Dorian and leaving him behind and taking Cole instead, since he never minded the cold.

Cole, Solas and Blackwall set out into Emprise du Lion with Cadash.

They were gone for eight days. Not unusual with travel times, but they came back in poor shape. Blackwall's shield was near split in half, Solas was using his staff to aid his walking and Cole was being carried in the cart rather than walking alongside the pony and talking to her.

Cadash was bloodied and bruised and looking the best of then. Which wasn't saying much, but they'd done their jobs and kept her safe. At some cost apparently.

The scouts were saying words like 'ambush' and 'slave caravans, growing the lyrium in them even before the cart drew in through the gates and people started to clamber off.

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So that was how Dorian ended up with a naked Cole in his lap, kissing him softly, so it allowed him to gently run his fingers along Cole's bare, pale skin, feeling muscle playing under are that hard muscle.

Naked but for the towel that he was still wearing. Cole kept kissing softly, relaxing under the soft strokes and touches, sinking into Dorian's body as he did so.

"Dorian. Can I touch you?"

Dorian hummed quietly, distracted by the soft way that Cole's mouth moved around his own. Enjoying the way that Cole curled up atop him. He kept the towel where it was, but he nodded his head just slightly, softly.

"Of course you can."

He would like to touch Dorian's skin, but he wasn't going to ask Dorian to take off his clothing. He went back to softly stroking his throat. He liked how it felt and he liked how Dorian liked it.

When they kissed, Dorian swallowed and Cole felt it through his fingertips and it made him skin feel heated.

See, that was the thing about having one naked person atop a clothed one, when they started to get warm then it was usually time for more clothing to be removed before they over heated.

So Dorian shifted, as Cole stroked his throat, easing out of the top part of his robes, bearing his chest and arms before sliding his hands along Cole again.

"I feel warm," Cole whispered against Dorian's mouth. "Like I'm in the desert. But not burning." He touched along one collarbone, lingering on the point of the bone, feeling an old, old ache from a childhood accident. "Are you warm?"

"Yes ... that's what happens when you start getting intimate. Your blood starts to pump, very fast, warming up your entire body." Dorian murmured, shivering despite the warmth, where Cole's fingers lingered. Broken collarbone, stupid childhood bet of who could climb the statue of the Maker, still ached in cold weather.

"And ... I am quite warm. Inside out."

Cole dipped his head and kissed the old break. Cadash had laughed about kissing injuries better once and Cole wondered if this would help. He liked how smooth Dorian's skin was under his lips, so he did it again.

"If you get too warm, will you take off more clothes?"

Dorian made a quiet noise, fingertips digging slightly into Cole's skin at the soft touch of his lips. He could feel his skin flushing, could feel how warm Cole was in turn. The question caught him off-guard, a breathless laugh bubbling out.

"I think it would be safe to assume that the warmer I am, the fewer garments I will be wearing..."

But he'd have to move to let Dorian strip further. He stopped thinking about it and came up to kiss Dorian's mouth again, then moving to where he had noticed what looked like a piercing in Dorian's ear. He touched with fingertips and then tasted with a delicate flick of his tongue.

Ah. Yes. That would do the sort of thing that would garner the attention of certain body parts below Dorian's finely belted sash. He made a soft groan of, " Maker..", as his hands gripped at Cole's hips. One hand went to silky soft pale hair, and the other slipped right along the curve of Cole's spine, right above the line of the towel. He shifted slightly to pull Cole in closer, but without tugging on his injured thigh.

Dorian liked it, so Cole did it more, slipping his lips around the lobe of Dorian's ear and sucking lightly, tongue pressing to feel the old scar of the piercing.

He still tried to tilt into Dorian's hands.

Well Dorian would be more than happy to let Cole have what he wanted. His fingers moved to the nape of Cole's neck, stroking the fine hair at the back of his neck to encourage those soft sucking bites. The other dared to slip beneath the towel, easing it away from that finely muscled ass. He had warned Cole, he did get amorous when encouraged. Cole was ... Especially Encouraging right now.

And Cole just did that small wriggle, the happy, excited one he got when he wasn't sure what he should do with his body. It took a moment before he thought to apply a hint of teeth, tugging very gently on his earlobe.

Then a sound escaped him as Dorian's hand pushed under the towel and over sensitive skin. He paused, vaguely surprised that that sound had come from him.

All right ...That was going to pull another groan from him. A soft, harsh growl of "Maker's balls, Cole..." His hand slid lower - then stopped as Cole stopped, equally surprised by that noise.

"Did you just ...moan?"

Cole was quiet a moment. "I- think so?" That was what it had sounded like, certainly. "It felt good."

Dorian huffed out a breath, quiet against Cole's warmed skin. He brushed his mouth against Cole's temple, his voice taking on a husky edge. "I can be persuaded to keep going, if you really like..."

"I don't want to persuade you. I want you to want to do it," he whispered back. His tongue flicked out to taste the shell of Dorian's ear, his body pressing closer, chest to chest.

"Oh, I do want to ... Very much." Those teeth sank into his ear and his hand slipped completely under the towel, gripping his ass. Palming, spreading his fingers wide, he turned his head enough to suck small kisses along his jaw.

Cole made a noise he didn't even know how to make, torn between a whine and a moan and uttered shamelessly, with no attempt to muffle himself. He had never associated biting with good, but it was.

Cole's hands came up into Dorian's hair, rubbing and kneading. "Oh-! Dorian..."

Dorian was really going to wish he could up up a barrier spell that kept down sound, he felt, but with Cole moaning like that he really couldn't himself with another small bite as he whispered across Cole's skin, "Ssssshhh ... the entire fortress will hear..."

Even while his hand kneaded that unbelievably fine ass, and Cole's hands in his hair made him want to tip the young man over so he could get the rest of these annoying garments out of the way.

"N-no, they won't." Most of Skyhold was fairly soundproof, thick stone and rugs muffling the sounds. They wouldn't hear and Cole didn't really care if they did.

Dorian thought about it and Cole did it, sliding off Dorian's lap to fall onto his back on the bed, disheveled and flushed and watching Dorian still. And clearly interested in proceedings. "Like this?"

"...I will not even ask how you know that." Dorian muttered, even as the young man all but tumbled off his lap and to the bed, looking flushed and delectably debauched. By him, which was something of a moniker of pride.

Not to mention just how interested Cole was ... "Yes, rather like." His fingers found the sash to his robes, and he slipped those off, as well as his undergarments and breeches, before sliding the towel off of Cole carefully. All of this was done in Dorian's through manner, although he did pause to kiss Cole more than once. He really could hardly be blamed, with the way Cole was looking at him.

Cole spent a lot of time wandering Skyhold, he noticed things. Like soundproofing. He didn't really care about soundproofing, he wanted to focus on Dorian.

He watched Dorian as he undressed, interested in how things undid and the slow baring of caramel skin. He leaned up on his elbows to watch better and it made the kisses easier to reach every time Dorian leaned in and kissed him.

His gaze dropped down when Dorian was naked, curious and interested and reaching out before stopping, not touching. He glanced to Dorian, silently asking if that was all right.

Well, as long as one of them did. Of course if Cole wanted to focus on Dorian, that was perfectly acceptable. Dorian, after all, wanted to focus on Cole.

He sucked in a breath when Cole's hand reached out, and down, before he nodded his head once, and then tilted Cole's head so he could return the favor of those slow, soft nibbles to the other man's ear, as he nudged Cole's leg carefully with his own, so they could tangle their limbs together.

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