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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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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.

Dorian made a quiet tutting noise as Cole shivered atop him, and he lifted one hand to pull the blanket up over them both. He needed to stay warm, after all. No risk of infection for his Nug.

"Are you all right?" He whispered in the near darkness, his other hand still stroking through Cole's hair. It would be so easy for Cole to be overwhelmed ...

Cole helped pull the blanket around them, tucking it in and wriggling to get comfortable on Dorian. He slid down a little, just to rest his head on Dorian's shoulder and chest more.

"Yes. I've never felt so real." He stroked along Dorian's ribs, kneading softly. "Thank you. For trusting me."

Dorian smiled slowly, letting the other man curl into him. He let his eyes close at the touch, thinking of Cole as a lean, rather seductive cat, the way he curled up into him.

"Well ... thank you, for giving me something to trust in." He exhaled slowly, "Will you come to me again, I wonder..."

"What do you mean," he asked softly. "I'm staying in here. Cadash said so, because my leg needs rest."

He rubbed his cheek against Dorian's chest, cuddling close. "Why won't my eyes stay open?"

"I mean ... would you ever come to bed with me again, or have you sated your curiosity on what it means to be real." Dorian smiled again, before he whispered quietly.

"Because you are worn out, Nug. Sex will do that to you."

"I didn't do it because I was curious about being real. I did it because I wanted to share it with you." And having done it, he wanted more. He was just feeling a little heavy at that moment.

"And it was wonderful. I don't know how people resist doing it more." He pressed a slow kiss to Dorian's chest. "I don't want to sleep... It's frightening."

Dorian's smile only grew at that, and he hid it by pressing a kiss to the top of Cole's head. "Then I believe I should be the one thanking you, yes?"

That caused a laugh that had Dorian's whole chest rumbling, "They don't, Cole. In fact they have it a great deal more often." He hummed at the kiss, "You don't have to sleep. You can just lie on me, and I can answer your questions, if you like. I know how much you like learning things."

Cole relaxed even more as Dorian's mirth and happiness spread further through him. "Will we do this more often? Together?"

He licked his lips and tasted salt and pleasure, which led to his using his tongue to lap another bead of sweat from Dorian's skin. "You taste good. One day, can I taste you all over?"

"We'll do this as often as your stamina allows." Dorian promised, his voice dropping an octave. "Because if you think I am going to let you out of this bed without one more round, you have severely underestimated my attraction to you. Don't worry, I have ways of clearing that up."

He hummed again, twisting his fingers a little into Cole's hair. "Only if you allow me to do the same."

"I'm not handsome," Cole said softly. He knew he wasn't handsome. Or pretty. But he didn't mind that he wasn't those things. "We can do it again? I don't know if I can do it again right now. I feel like I just finished fighting a dragon, but really, really good as well."

The light tug felt nice and Cole hummed softly, leaning up slightly into it.

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