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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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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.

Dorian sighed out, content, enjoying how Cole's calloused fingers dragged down his skin, how his lips lingered and warmed, kissing him with all the gentle intent in the world. How their mouths moved together, with little pause and the only purpose to enjoy the feel of one another.

He arched into that touch, grey eyes opening at that question. Then he nodded his head once, whispering hoarsely, "Maker, yes ... you may touch me all you like."

He didn't tell Dorian to tell him if he did something wrong. He'd know, so attuned to what Dorian felt not that his own body was empty of sensation. He stroked his hips and then reached and curled his hand around him, stroking and letting what he felt adjust his grip and stroke.

"I want to make you feel like I felt," he murmured into the next kiss.

Dorian made a soft noise, before he nodded his head slowly. He gently tipped his head up, to kiss Cole more deeply, as he felt the young man's hand shift, then grip just right, dragging his thumb over the tip of his cock. He let out a soft moan, whispering against Cole's skin. "Yes... just like that..."

One hand lifted up, digging into that soft hair, trying not to grip.

"I don't mind if you pull," Cole murmured, stroking firmly and his thumb teasing over the head, rubbing steadily. He pushed his other hand to stroke over Dorian's stomach, letting Dorian's desires guide him where to move it.

He liked the kisses best, though, pressing into another one.

"Oh ... well ... I don't mind if you pull either." Dorian murmured, arching his hips into those touches, feeling the heat pooling in his stomach as Cole's fingers stroked over his warm skin. He tugged a little on Cole's hair, breathing softly, as he deepened the kisses between them. Teasing his mouth open with his tongue, sweetening it with each press of each other's mouths.

Cole tilted in the kiss, sucking on Dorian's lower lip and tugging on it with his teeth, as his other hands dipped down and cupped the weight of Dorian's sac in his fingers, feeling, curious, experimenting with touches. He kissed Dorian again, tasting him across his mouth.

Dorian let his moan be swallowed up in Cole's lips, as his hips jerked at that touch. He was so hard that it felt like he was the one who needed to be released from his skin, but he kissed Cole again, pulling his hair soft once more.

The pull made Cole arch his neck a bit, gasp out a soft breath but he kept stroking, made it firmer and faster, because he could feel the echoes of heat and want like had crawled through him. He wanted to give Dorian that release, that feeling of wonderful pleasure.

Dorian couldn't help himself really - he moaned like a virgin himself while Cole's rough hand stroked him faster, as fingertips curved over his balls. He bit down on his lip to keep from calling out again, and instead decided to put his mouth to Cole's shoulder, as he could feel himself breaking apart from the inside out. Every muscle in his body tensed when he reached that peak - then released as he did - and he moaned against Cole's skin, his name, Tevinter curses, he didn't even know.

He just knew that every inch of his body was coated with pleasure.

Cole touched as he felt it get better, tracing and growing more sure with each passing moment. He kissed where he could reach and as Dorian came, Cole cried out again, softer than before and louder than Dorian himself, feeling the ghost of the pleasure through his own body and over his skin.

He pressed himself as close to Dorian as he could, tilting his face up so he could kiss him.

Dorian sighed into the kiss, curling his fingers into Cole's hair. Letting his fingers trace along Cole's cheek, curling into him. He had to give it to Cole - kissing him kept Dorian from saying anything glib.

Cole pushed them that bit more, Dorian onto his back and himself on him, still kissing him softly and with deep affection. He wanted to stay close to Dorian. Very close.

This was the kind of kissing that Dorian had wanted for some time - and should he really be surprised that Cole knew it? Cole knew all the secret pains. He would have been worried - that Cole only wanted this for Dorian -- but bodies do not lie. Especially how Cole nudged him over onto his back, so he could slid atop him, and keep kissing him with the same soft, deep kisses.

Dorian exhaled, sliding one arm around Cole's hips to keep him in place, and another into that soft hair. It did occur to him that he had not cleaned himself off -- but that was going to be a bath for a little while later, it seemed.

It wasn't just that Dorian wanted them. Cole was enjoying these kisses, being close and the pleasure had been amazing but he felt like he could almost feel Dorian's soul and body in the aftermath and that was what was so intoxicating to him.

He also knew Dorian wanted to clean off, but he was unwilling to move away from him to do it. And from the way he was held, he thought Dorian didn't really want him to stop and move either.

Dorian slipped his fingers along Cole's spine, letting the other man lean into the kisses. If pressed he would have rolled his eyes and said it was impossible to move with Cole on top of him.

He would not have, however, bade him to stop.

Words in Tevene floated through his mind, poetry within poetry.

Cole started to slow the kisses after a long while, bringing his head to rest on Dorian's shoulder and shivering softly as he buried into him a bit further.

"I didn't know things could be like this." Things. Life. Bodies.

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