killedwithlove | for insurgoaltus

The wound was still closed, uninfected and the bruising was going down with the judicious application of healing magic and potions and rest.

"No, he remembered before... maybe because he's that bit unreal." The kisses quickly brought Cole from his frightened and contemplative mood to smiling ever so faintly at the affection.

He sank into Dorian's embrace, hand coming to stroke over his chest gently. "She's going again. You're worried. And by we... did she mean me?" He didn't remember Dorian making a lot of noise.

He hummed softly, glad to see the wound closing on its own. He tilted another kiss against Cole's cheek, before looking thoughtful. "Yes he is - it seems hard to imagine anyone like Cullen anywhere."

He nods his head quietly. "Off to Valamar -- and since we know so little of Bianca, I am ...concerned." He smirked, "Yes, she meant you."

"Bianca wears guilt like a cloak, layering over her and keeping her other emotions inside. She's going to hurt Varric terribly. More than she has before."

He pushed up for another kiss to his face.

"It felt good."

"...Oh now I really regret not going." Dorian muttered under his breath - because he was rather fond of the obnoxious little dwarf. That he was going to hurt by that ... woman made him itch for his staff and a fire spell.

Cole got his kiss, and another one besides.

"You are quite welcome -- but we should both be aware that we are no longer a secret. You may hear, or feel hurtful things about me. Please don't stab people in answer?"

"Going along won't change it. The hurt is inevitable, the actions already done." But she will have to tell him, and it might be a step too far for Varric.

He tucked his head into Dorian's neck and hugged him around the chest. "I only stab people if they're going to hurt people if I don't. I won't stab them for saying bad things about you. I'll tell them they're wrong. And if they're just jealous, I'll tell them that, instead."

"... I am not sure what you mean, but I have the horrible feeling I am not going to like it very much." He shook his head a little, a sigh coming from his lips. It looked like it would be his turn with the bad bottle of brandy then.

He pushed Cole's hair from his face, smiling a little. "For sheer stubbornness alone ... I do not think you will lose those particular arguments."

"She told," Cole whispered, then shook his head, dislodging the clinging remnants of it from him.

"There's nothing to argue. They'll be wrong if they think you're taking advantage of me, or making me do things, or that I don't understand. I understand. I can choose."

"And I take it, whatever she told, she shouldn't have ..." Dorian frowned at that moment, before he tilted his head slightly. One hand lifted to cup the other man's cheek.

"I know you can. I know you chose me. Just ... understand that some people won't. Whatever they say is out of concern for you." He kissed the cheek he was touching, letting it linger.

Cole leaned into Dorian's hand, enjoying it. "No. Some of them will be concerned for me. Some of them just want to say nasty things about you."

And some would probably say nasty things about him instead. He didn't mind that. Not when Dorian wanted to touch and kiss him. "You touch me and I feel warm."

"Well I was trying to give them the benefit of the doubt - not to mention a head-start." Because if anyone said anything to Dorian without saying it to his face? Well, that was a fight Dorian would gladly seek out.

One corner of his mouth lifted up. "That feeling is completely mutual."

Cole relaxed more into Dorian, doing a good impression of dead weight against him.

"Good. Yes. I knew. But good." He looked up and smiled slightly. "I'll be okay. I won't hurt anyone. And they won't hurt me."

Dorian curled his arm around Cole, tugging him closer, nuzzling his cheek with his mustache to make him smile more.

"Well if you are good, then I am good, and thank you for not giving into the desire to hit people. At least, not the ones who don't deserve it."

Cole gave a small smile, shivering at the tickle of the mustache. "I haven't hit anyone who I wanted to, even when I really wanted to hit them. Varric told me part of being mortal is wanting to hit people. And another part is not hitting people you want to unless you have to."

"Varric is surprisingly wise, for someone so blaise. Of course, I rarely have a right to speak - I am so often myself glib." He kept nibbling his way along Cole's jaw, because he can.

"So how about we both agree not to hit anyone, as long as we can bear our teeth.."

Cole was starting to squirm in Dorian's embrace, making small noises at the nibbles.

"I like your teeth," he breathed out.

All right, this time Dorian knew he was to blame. He was completely seducing the other man -- because when Cole squirmed like that and made little noises like that ... Dorian's libido flared.

The hand wrapped around Cole's waist shifted slightly lower, as his other hand started to tip Cole's throat towards him. "Oh, do you now ... well allow me to adore you with my teeth, then..."

And those small bites traveled along his jaw line, where he nipped at his ear lightly, before moving down his pulse, sucking lightly after each bite.

Dorian's libido flared and Cole writhed more with the wash of it, leaving his skin pinking and warm. "Heart starting to beat faster, his weight feels good, the flush across his cheeks racing down his neck and chest..."

Then he stopped narrating because he was giving little gasps and moans as Dorian's mouth and teeth explored his skin.

Dorian's lips paused at the narration, but he nipped again when Cole started to give out those soft little moans. He lifted his head then, grey eyes warm with want and affection, amusement in his smile.

"If I keep doing this, are you going to keep moaning ... or are you going to tell me how I'm feeling?"

"Um..." He wasn't sure. If the words pushed, he'd follow them, but if he was too anchored in his body to follow, he would probably moan. "I don't know. Moan? Sometimes my body drowns you out."

"Oh good ... let me see what I can do with making your body drown out then." And he slipped one hand up Cole's thigh slowly as he went back and nipped the other man's ear again, sucking on it lightly.

Cole made a small, pleased sound at the warm hand sliding up his leg which dropped into a throaty moan at the mouth on his ear.

There, a very encouraging beginning, that. He moved his mouth to that spot behind Cole's ear, as his hand teased the inside of Cole's thigh, moving ever upward, a tricky explorer all on it's own.

Cole's skin was so pale ... and he smelled of ... he wasn't even sure what, but he wanted to burrow his face into his skin, so he did, murmuring in soft Tevene quiet nonsense. Nothing that Cole could focus on, as his hand finally slipped between his legs and cupped the young man. Or at least tried to - good Maker...Cole squirmed most deliciously.

As with the night before, Cole moved like he didn't know what to do with his body. His head jerked a bit at the soft tease of lips, back into Dorian's shoulder; his leg twitched and his cock did the same as that hand brushed over his thigh, even before roaming higher.

"Dorian," he managed to breathe out, one hand cupping the back of Dorian's head, trying to pet the shaved hair at his nape. He did a twist and shimmy with his hips which pushed his legs wider and his shoulders and chest up a bit, liking the feel of Dorian burying himself in against him.

Dorian let out a long sigh, as Cole's fingers carded through the short hair at the back of his neck, and in answer he nuzzled Cole's shoulder, as he started to stroke Cole gently, using light touches to explore.

He kissed his way back up to Cole's ear, whispering softly. "Would you like to straddle me, Nug?"

Cole wriggled again, hands rubbing and kneading at Dorian's neck and shoulders as he was touched, head tipped back to let him breathe easily, giving sounds of pleasure.

It took him a moment to respond to the question, to focus enough to hear.

"Um... yes. But I don't know if I can." He tended to sitting on his heels, which was a bad idea on his leg, but then he brightened. "Oh! I put my legs around your waist. I get it."

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