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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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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..."

Cole sobbed with something, maybe relief or exaltation, when Dorian's hands touched him and he could feel calluses and scars and nothing at all but how good that touch was, moving over him in ways that seemed to soothe and stoke the burn at once.

When Dorian curled over him, pressing their brows together and his breath against Cole's own mouth, his words didn't mean anything, but he could taste the affection, the want, the all encompassing 'Dorian' of him. His body didn't know the rhythms, but Dorian did and he trusted Dorian and that was enough that he believed him when said he had him.

He came undone with a cry that tried to be Dorian's name and didn't quite get there. The tight wound feeling snapped too taut and released, making his body shiver and his legs kick out, pushing up against Dorian's body. The rush of heat along him, out of him was frightening and thrilling and overwhelmingly good.

Dorian was whispering all but nonsense now, however he had the distinct feeling that Cole could understand whatever he said. He eased the strokes in time with Cole's breathes, faster and faster as they came, until Cole came so hard that Dorian knew he was going to have odd bruises for how tightly Cole was clutching him. He stroked him out, then slowed down. Took the towel, to clean off his hand, and the gently clean off Cole in kind.

He gave him a gentle smile, flushed and warm, his voice quiet, "Are you all right, Cole?"

Cole just lay there, silent for a long moment, holding onto Dorian and trying to get his breath back. He was hyperaware, not of his body but of Dorian, feeling warm and soft and there were aches in his body, but for a few moments, the aches in his soul were forgotten.

He answered by pushing up into a kiss, not a filthy one, just a deep, affectionate kiss where he tried to express things he didn't have words for with the kiss instead.

His fingers stroked down Dorian's spine, letting himself attune to what made Dorian feel good.

Well, it was nice to have this kind of affection. Not just the sex - he could have sex with any man who gave him the right kind of eye, but this? A kiss not of lust but just warm and happy and deep. He murmured softly, curling his body around Cole's side. He hadn't had a chance to take care of himself -- but right now this? This was much more pleasant.

He hummed at Cole's hand running down his spine, and he nuzzled in another kiss as his fingers stroked down Cole's shoulder, down his arm, and up again.

Cole kept touching, stroking down low on his spine, feeling his reactions and basking in them, in making Dorian feel how much Cole wanted him here with him.

It took just a bit of shifting to get himself on his side, his injured leg resting on the bed and he could bring his hands to stroke over Dorian's side and hip as they kissed, and then kissed again.

"Can I touch you," he asked in a whisper.

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