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Cole's hands clutched at Dorian's shoulders and he was crying out loudly as he came, head tipped back and riding the wave of pleasure with slowly quieting moans and shudders.

Dorian managed not to wince - but he knew for a fact that he was going to have Cole's fingerprint bruises on his shoulders. He made a noise as he continued to thrust against Cole until he came himself, pressing his mouth against Cole's throat to muffle his own cry.

One of them should have ... a modicum of self control.

He breathed out, before he whispered hoarsely against Cole's skin. "... right, I wonder who is going to come and murder me first for making you scream like that."

Cole held Dorian tight and close until he came–it felt so good, Dorian clinging and pushing and coming–breathing slightly rough and rubbing apologetically at the red marks his fingers had left.

"No one." He ran his fingers through Dorian's hair, head still tilted back so he could get deep breaths. "No one's allowed to kill you. Especially not for this. This is good."

Dorian was gasping himself - Maker, like he was still some callow youth enjoying his first hand-job. Perhaps it was time to get in more spell-training, and more carrying his books in and out of places.

He found his favorite place under Cole's jaw to kiss, running his hands soothingly over the other man's back. "Well I will not argue with that ... I will say that we need to have another bath, though."

A sigh, "And clean bedclothes ... I will have to be-stir myself to get both. Not to mention breakfast."

Cole, on the other hand, was just doing the thing where he basked in the fact that bodies could feel so good, heavy in Dorian's arms and giving a small sound of contented enjoyment as Dorian kissed that spot he liked.

"But I had a bath last night. And now I smell like you." He liked that especially. He pushed in, angling for another kiss to the throat.

His resolve was crumbling at that comment, even as Cole nuzzled in for more kisses. Dorian sighed with contentment as he kissed that spot again. "All right, no bath, but I will have a basin with hot water to get the ...stickiness off."

He hummed against Cole's skin, "In a few minutes, though..."

Cole wriggled on Dorian's lap, happily basking in kisses. "And when people come up to see me, I want them to know you picked me and I picked you."

He liked that idea. He didn't know why. But it felt big, like something overfilling his chest in the best ways.

"At least a few minutes."

Dorian let out a quiet snort, as he continued to nuzzle affectionate kisses -- because honestly wriggling was quite nice. "Do give me warning when they are about to come up for a visit then? I want the chance to duck if they decide to hit first and ask questions about you choosing me later."

Still, his grip on Cole turned into a caress, and he nuzzled a little more as he smiled. He was chosen, after all. Someone wanted him, for him.

"I'll let you know when someone's coming up here angry." He thought that maybe Dorian was exaggerating about the violence and the hiding. Maybe.

Cole leaned in to kiss the bruises he'd left. "I'm sorry," he whispered into his skin. "I didn't mean to."

"I appreciate you giving me a head's up. At least then I know precisely what I will have to defend us both from." He blinked at the apology, before he smiled and kissed Cole's cheek.

"Never apologize for bruises left in pure passion. Do apologize if you punch me in the face."

"You don't have to defend both of us. I can defend myself. I fought an Archdemon in the Fade once."

He nuzzled into the kiss and wriggled in close. "I'll never hit you. I wouldn't."

"Well I meant verbally ... but I rather have the feeling you can hold your own no matter what the arena." Dorian mused quietly, his dark eyes sparkling.

One hand went to cup Cole's cheek. "I know. You would never hurt me. At least not intentionally." He pauses, and then says quietly, "No one has ever chosen me before you."

"I'd tell them I'm not a child. I probably know more about why people have sex than most people do. And this was good reasons. So it's not their business."

He nodded slightly against Dorian's hand. His cheek was still smooth as the night before. "Never intentionally."

"Oh, I can confirm that. You are certainly not a child." He exhaled softly, his grey eyes thoughtful as he rubbed his fingers along that smooth cheek. "Nor I you ... and I would make you happy, Cole. Perhaps that will be enough."

"You're thinking about sex again," Cole said, smiling slightly.

"You already make me happy. You care about making me happy."

"It's not my fault - you're exceedingly alluring, with your little smiles and your soft eyes. You really ought to watch that. I'll get ideas." Dorian touched that smile with his fingertips.

"I do care about making you happy. There is such a ... weight off of you, when you are smiling at me like that. I would like to lighten your load a little, Cole, as you do mine."

"I didn't say it was bad. Just that you're thinking about sex. With me." He gave Dorian's fingertips a brief kiss, since they were on his lips.

He didn't entirely understand about the weight, but it made Dorian happy and that was what mattered. "I'm learning to smile. And you showed me laughing, when you tickled me."

"I am teasing you, Cole. I know it's not bad." He smiled at that kiss, before he looked thoughtful, tilting his head before he kissed Cole's shoulder gently.

"Well, I shall do my best to give you more of both."

Cole hummed at the kiss, eyes closing again.

And suddenly jerking, looking shocked. "I didn't see Bunny last night! Or the Archdemon!"

He had slept without nightmares.

Dorian blinked as Cole pulled away ... but then grinned as the young man looked so surprised. "So no nightmares at all? Cole, that's marvelous! You are losing your fear of sleep and going to the Fade!"

"No. No nightmares. No dreams."

Or at least, none he remembered at the moment.

"I didn't mean to sleep. It just... happened."

"I am pleased to hear that ... the no dreams, not the not sleeping. You know you need to rest." Dorian said, his smile growing.

"I never needed to before." He let himself fall back, legs still around Dorian's hips, but flopped onto the bed. "I'll rest. While my leg is healing."

"Yeees, I can see that." Dorian smirked as he looked at the absolutely debauched Cole lying before him. He eased the young man's hips down, before sliding next to him, so he could ... well, curl up carefully.

"Your humanity is flourishing, and yet, you haven't lost yourself at all."

Cole almost protested being moved off Dorian's lap, but Dorian curled against him, so it was okay.

"Does that mean I need to eat? I don't feel hungry. I know what hungry feels like."

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