killedwithlove | For insurgoaltus

For insurgoaltus

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.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

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.

Cole's hands were warm from the bath as he hesitantly touched Dorian, using just his fingertips to feel along him, hot skin and hard flesh that felt different from anything else he'd touched.

And he quickly forgot about touching when Dorian started nibbling on ear and pressing closer. He wrapped his arms around Dorian, pulling him down onto him and giving a startled, shocked cry of pleasure as their bodies pressed together.

Dorian let out his own uncontrolled moan of his own, before Cole pulled him down on top of him. He made a soft murmur of, "No, your thigh ..." before he shifted, making sure to part Cole's legs so he was lying between them and not on top of Cole's wound.

Which, well, did press them completely together and he moaned as Cole did that ... well, restless wiggle that made it very clear that they were both interested now. He groaned again, rolling his body against Cole's in answer.

Cole's thigh was safely out of the way, his other leg curling up and around Dorian's body, leaving him open and with just the perfect space for Dorian to press down into him, roll their bodies together.

And Dorian rolled and Cole gave another loud cry, his body bucking up against Dorian's and mouth slack to pant for breath. "Dorian... Dorian."

Dorian wasn't entirely sure when he gave himself up to this moment, but now that he was in it? Well there were reasons his mouth and body had gotten a lot of credit back in their day. Add in the fact that it was Cole - the one he wanted, so badly, the one he cared about over all others, outside of Cadash.

Cole, panting out his name and bucking his cock against him and the only way Dorian could answer was to slid one hand underneath Cole's hip, to grind their lower bodies together as his mouth found Cole's neck again, pressing soft, sucking kisses down his chest and over his own collarbone.

And now that he had surrendered, Cole had stopped trying to soothe the aching thoughts that there was something wrong with them being here, doing this together. He wasn't actually reading much of anything, because his body was demanding his attention.

His hands rubbed over Dorian's shoulders and back, like Cole didn't know what to do with them and couldn't stop them restlessly feeling Dorian's skin. Dorian mouth was hot, too hot but not burning him, wet and smooth across his neck and chest, leaving him a mess of noise and movement and want.

Dorian shifted his weight, so he could shift his hips in kind, trapping their erections together while he rolled their bodies together, trying to get as much friction as possible. He moved his mouth up to Cole's moaning lips, capturing them again. Whispering against them, soft, dirty things in Tevene, gentle nips and a quiet litany to the Maker.

He had no thoughts - nothing concrete. Only pleasure and giving pleasure in turn. Only making Cole grip down on him, come and shift his body in that way that would drag Dorian down with him. Kiss that reddened mouth, arch into that fine body, meet those ancient eyes lost in lust and pleasure.

It really wasn't going to last long. For all that Cole had experienced things through other people, this was something beyond unfamiliar. He'd never really felt good in his own body before. He settled for not being uncomfortable, but actually connecting with and feeling pleasure through his body was so alien that he couldn't even begin to process it.

The kisses were the only thing he was managing to consciously do. The grasping and pulling and moving was all without thought, just instinct and want and certainty that he liked it.

"Too much," he finally gasped. "Too, filling full, overflowing, Dorian, help me, it's too much." But he didn't want to stop.

Dorian rocked into him again, whispering against his ear. "Tell me how, Cole ... you must tell me how you want me to help you. Do you want me to put my hand on you? Rock into you like this? Put my mouth around you? Ask, and I shall do."

He curled his fingers around Cole's jaw, his voice hoarse, "All for you ... whatever you want..."

"I don't know," he gasped, breaths near sobs and his whole body moving, not really in any steady, or rhythmic way, just moving because he couldn't stay still when he felt like this.

He looked up and his pupils were swallowing his irises, eyes unfocused until he managed to look at Dorian, pressing his face into Dorian's hand. "I don't know. I feel like, feel like I'm going to burst out of my body, shed my skin and- I don't know, Dorian."

Ah yes, his little spirit virgin. All right, nothing rough, nothing that will make this linger. He shifted, sliding his other hand free from behind Cole, keeping his touch gentle but firm as he slid it around and found Cole's hardness with his own clever fingers. He wrapped his long fingers around him and began to stroke upwards, the same firm grip as before.

"I have you, Cole. I will take care of you." He whispered, pressing his forehead against Cole's lightly. "Just move your hips with my hand, and keep thrusting, beautiful man..."

For insurgoaltus

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject