killedwithlove | for insurgoaltus

"You want me to know." Dorian wanted Cole to know and understand how deeply Dorian felt about it. He knew that, because it scared and hurt Dorian at the same time. "I won't use it against you. I'm not like that."

He cuddled closer and pushed robe aside to kiss his stomach softly. "Whatever makes you happy."

"...Yes, I suppose I do. I don't like lies between lovers - I would want to know if this meant nothing to you. Just an experimentation, all that." Dorian let out a quieter side, as Cole curled close, pushing aside cloth to kiss his stomach.

"You are not cruel - not by nature. You wouldn't hurt me, I know this." One corner of his mouth lifts up, sadly, "Whatever makes me happy could have you tied to me for years and years, Cole."

"It's not nothing. Or experimentation. There is some experimentation, because I don't know how things feel and you need to help me work out what I like and what I don't. But I don't think you meant like that."

Cole didn't lie. Maybe, one day, he would work out why people lied, but he didn't yet.

"I think it would be awkward if we were tied together for years. Would it be the ankle, or the wrist? How long would the rope be?"

"... No I did not mean like that." Dorian's lips were twitching up, and twitched again at the following statement, before he burst out into a laugh.

"I did not mean literally, Nug. It's an expression. It means I want you to stay with me."

"Oh... I see. I thought being tied together would be very awkward. And uncomfortable."

But people did weird things, so he hadn't been willing to discount people doing that. "I do want to stay with you. I said that. Didn't I?"

"It would be unbelievably uncomfortable." Dorian kept a wide smile, his grey eyes brightening. "You said you wanted to be with me - and not that you would stay. I like it."

"I want to be with you and stay with you." He said it clearly, so there were no misunderstandings.

"But I don't want to be tied to you. That wouldn't be comfortable."

"Well ... then we will stick to the first two, and not the last." Dorian stroked his pale cheek, his grey eyes warming. "Deal?"

"That's a good idea. Though some people like tying up their lovers. The Iron Bull does." He reached up to catch Dorian's hand and hold it to his cheek.

"While that does sound amusing .... I don't think we are quite to that level yet, Cole." He kept his hand on Cole's cheek, tenderly tracing his jaw with his thumb.

"To what level?" He buried in again, kissing Dorian's stomach a couple of times.

"Mmm ... to the sexual prowess level where one or the other of us could be tied down on a bed while the other teases us with their hands and mouth." Dorian sighed at those kisses, sliding his hand up and down Cole's angular cheeks, down his pale through, and back again. "We'll work up to it. Eventually. No rush."

"All right." He was perfectly happy with that explanation and with waiting. Time still had a limited meaning to him. "No rush."

He pressed a couple more kisses, moving to linger on a tiny bruise that might have come from bumping into a bookshelf.

"That's right - no rush." He made a quiet, pleased noise, then winced a little as Cole's lips brushed against the bruise he had in fact gotten from bumping into one of the bookcases. He stroked Cole's hair again, his tone a quietly amused, "Kissing and making it better?"

"Yes." That was exactly what he was doing, kissing it better. "Kisses make things hurt less, because kisses show that someone cares about the hurt."

He kisses his navel, just because it's there. "I have a navel, but only because Cole did."

"Mmmm, well I am glad that you care about my hurt enough to kiss my boo-boos, although I do admit you are the first to do so." It was just so uniquely ... Cole, whimsical except completely logical. He tilted down enough to kiss the top of Cole's head, his stomach muscles shifting as he did so.

"Well that is interesting... I wonder what you don't have. I do know you have all the parts that matter..."

Cole watched that shift of muscles closely. His body made the same motions. He didn't know if he had all the same muscles, though.

"You once asked me why I bled. I bleed because that's what things in this world do when they're hurt. If I don't have something... I don't know I should have it, I think."

The way that Cole moved? Dorian knew he had all these muscles, and probably more besides.

"Huh ... can you make yourself develop it, if you find you need it?" Dorian tilted his head. "Like if you had made yourself without thumbs - could you image thumbs on your hands?"

"Could you?"

Cole always answered Dorian's questions like that with the point that his body was still a body. It was still real. He couldn't just imagine it different. It was as it was, he didn't choose it.

"I am ... afraid I cannot." Dorian chortled softly. "So I suppose my question is moot. My apologies, Cole."

"My body is what it is. Just like yours." He reached up and tweaked Dorian's nose, like Dorian did to him earlier, smiling.

Dorian watched Cole, that smile triggering even wider before he laughed as Cole tweaked his nose. "Fair enough, our bodies are similar -- even though is mine clearly superior."

"Is it? Is that because you're more handsome than me?" He moved to brush a finger over Dorian's mustache, smoothing over it.

Dorian's lips parted slightly, before he spoke quietly, his voice deepening, "Yes ... I am most definitely more handsome than you."

Cole nodded, not in the slightest upset about this fact. It was just a fact, how they both turned out. "And I'm taller." Just another fact.

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