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A couple of days of enforced bed rest had Cole's thigh knitted up and the bruising mostly gone from sight. After so long trapped inside, it was hardly surprising that Cole immediately took off into the yard and gardens, visiting all the animals and people he hadn't been able to see while he was healing.

It was around dinner time that he realised he felt something tight and hard, an over wound string waiting to snap. He followed it, flicking through shadows and almost distracted by the bright, painful grief of a soldier, but the grief would burn out and this felt bad.

This was Dorian. Dorian needed him. Cole made his way up to Dorian's reading nook, making sure to be noticeable before he rounded the corner. "Dorian?"

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"I would like that too," he agreed. But it would happen again. Their lives were like that.

Cole smiled slightly and moved himself off Dorian in a curl of smoke and shadows that tinged through pink at the edges instead of green for once. Standing in front of Dorian, he offered a hand to him to help him up.

He knew he couldn't keep Cole out of danger, no more than Cole could constantly save him. But with this, oh, he would beg Cole to be cautious.

...it should have been unnerving when Cole did that, instead of unbelievably sexually chargin. Ah well. Dorian took his hand and pulled himself up, trying not to grip Cole towards him hungrily.

Neither of them knew how to stay out of danger and trouble. It simply wasn't in them to do it.

Cole held steady to pull Dorian from the chair. For now, the knot of the letter in Dorian was soothed and smoothed. He ran his hand up Dorian's forearm, then smiled softly. "I can't move us both back to your room, though."

Dorian sighed softly, almost dramatically put on. "Honestly, what good are these powers of yours if you can't make the both of us disappear? Oh, very well - go on ahead. I shall meet you there in a moment."

Cole smiled and moved himself, pulling peach and pale purple and black smoke around himself as he did so, slipping through the cracks of the world to Dorian's room.

It was an easy place to find now. He had anchors and pulls to this place. He moved around restlessly, drawing wisps with his restless motions and emotions, fluttering lights of different colours as they reacted with what he felt.

Dorian had to take a moment, because, well. One should not walk through the halls of Skyhold as sexually charged as he was, and be a mage. He might end up setting some drapery on fire, or the like.

So he took a moment, took a breath, and then moved towards his quarters with the measured steps of someone who knew precisely where he was going. With purpose, he rounded the stairs, not running but walking promptly.

Although he rather wanted to run.

He stepped into his rooms, closed the door and ... blinked. "...Maker's breath, Cole. Are you trying to create romantic lighting with wisps?"

Cole looked over as Dorian came up, so he was already watching the door when it finally opened, the wisps closest to him buzzing with bright yellow excitement and soft peach fondness.

"No. I wasn't. Have I? They like the magic and the emotions and when I came through, I think I pulled them with me."

He flickered across the space to Dorian, pushing him back against the wall gentle and firm, one hand pushing the door shut as he did so. Leaning them chest to chest, magenta and pink desire colouring the light the wisps threw over them.

Dorian watched them float around, like delightful little blobs of emotionally charged lighting, his lips curving up into a smile.

"I am afraid you have. It seems they like the way you are feeling right now and have coloured themselves accordingly."

And there he was, back against the wall, the door now locked and Cole leaning against him. He hummed approval as he wrapped one hand around Cole's hip, the other around his shoulders so he could lean in and kiss Cole's lips fervently, well aware of how the globs were sparking different colors around them.

"They don't like or dislike anything. They're wisps. There's not enough them in them to like."

It was natural to slide his knee between Dorian's legs, wedge his thigh there and kiss Dorian slow and deep, even though Dorian clearly wanted to go faster.

"You know ... I find it utterly amusing that you find time to correct me on the nature of wisps when you are slowing down your seduction..."

Of course Dorian wanted to go faster - he always preferred the hotter burn of passions. However, Cole wanted to go slow, then Dorian would let him lead the way. He didn't even nudge his hips into that thigh, instead focusing in on the kiss between them, letting his lips linger and keeping his tongue well behaved.

"I don't know how to fan the flame, make it burn harder and faster, not without losing grip on me and my actions." It was hard to explain, but the other times, the pleasure had driven him to near incapacity, not able to think about what he wanted to do, just seeking more.

Cole kissed again and pushed his thigh up higher, even as Dorian thought about the fact that he wasn't doing it. "I'm still learning," he breathed against Dorian's lips. "You need to teach me lots more."

"That comes with time and with practice ... but honestly I rather like when you go incoherent." Dorian made a quiet noise as that thigh pressed higher, and he could feel himself harden again against that, sigh, excellently muscled thigh.

He muttered out something in Tevene, even as he dipped his head to nip at Cole's ear, so he could whisper himself, "And what shall the lesson be today?"

"It feels amazing, losing grip on my body and knowing I won't be torn away, anchored by sensation in body, if not mind..." He kissed Dorian's bottom lip softly.

The whisper made Cole shiver. He didn't know why, but it was a sensation up his spine and through his groin. "Teach me to use my mouth on you."

Dorian made a soft 'huh' noise, as if in thought, before he gently nipped Cole's ear again, his hands softening and just idly stroking the other man's sides. "If you want to learn how to use your mouth on me, there are two ways."

He kissed Cole's jaw, murmuring on the way to his mouth, "I can show you ... " And match that kiss, on Cole's bottom lip, "Or I can talk you through it. Which would you prefer?"

Cole nuzzled, nose going under Dorian's jaw and pushing, scenting and tongue flicking to taste sweat and scented oil before coming up for another kiss. "I don't know which one I prefer. I haven't tried them both. Or either, really."

Dorian hummed his approval, his breath catching as Cole's tongue tasted his skin. Right, he was going to have to think of something before he just rutted them up against one another. He kissed Cole again, then murmured, "Well, let us do both then. I shall go first, so you have an idea, and then I can talk you through the rest ... after you have recovered. Sound fair?"

"It doesn't have to be 'fair'. Just good." Cole latched onto Dorian's earlobe, remembering he had liked that before, the soft suckle and tug with teeth.

"Oh, it will be good. There are no concerns with that, my fine friend." Dorian made another low noise in his throat as Cole bit into his ear, his hands momentarily clenching down on Cole, before he remembered what he was supposed to be doing. Which, joy of joys, meant he got to get Cole at least half-way undressed, and he started with parting Cole's shirt with inquisitive, stroking fingers.

"I know it will be." He pushed against Dorian, just wanting to feel their bodies together, enjoying the heat. The wisps were fizzing, some fading away, others simply moving and shifting colours about them.

He leaned back to let Dorian pluck at his shirt, trying to help to pull it off entirely.

"Excellent. Trust in me and I shall make you feel very, very good." It went a great deal faster when Cole was all but pulling the shirt off for him, which was very nice. Cole pressing against him was also good, so Dorian pulled him in once more, so he could kiss the other man slowly and intently, mapping out the corners of Cole's mouth with his own.

"I trust you. I wouldn't be here with you if I didn't." He made it even easier, hands going to his belt and puling it undone before stepping back in against Dorian for another of those kisses that made it hard for him to do anything but experience and feel.

See, that was the sort of thing that had Dorian pulling back for a moment to search Cole's face, before pulling him again, syncing their bodies together and their mouths, because honestly all he wanted to do then was lose himself in Cole.

No ... no. He had a mission. He had a lesson to teach, so he pulled back on his fierce, fiery kisses to slow it down, as he slipped his hands down to unfasten Cole's trousers, and let his fingers work under Cole's undergarments, until he had his hand around the other man's cock and could work it slowly out, with slow, careful strokes.

Dorian's wish to lose himself in the moment echoed through Cole, drawing a low moan from him, hands coming to clutch at Dorian's biceps and shoulders as they kissed.

Even the promise of the lesson made it difficult for Cole to focus again, especially when Dorian's hands were on him and he gasped, pushing against the grip reflexively.

"Aaaaah ... ahhh, no." Dorian whispered hoarsely, because he was not even going to pretend that hearing that gasp didn't make him just want to bring out more through his hand alone.

The lesson though ... yes. That would be far more enjoyable. So he teased Cole with his fingertips along the other man's shaft, as he pushed his trousers down about his rather incredible thighs. He kissed Cole once more, upon the mouth before kissing the underside of his chin, and working his way down his neck and then chest, as he began to kneel.

Cole gave a soft moan of loss when Dorian told him no and put just that tiny space between them with the word, with his intent to not just go with this.

His eyes fluttered at the fingers, hands cradling and petting Dorian's neck and shoulders and then he flinched, drawing back as Dorian tried to go to his knees.

"No. Hand in hair, pulling too tight, not like that?" He was moving backwards, stepping out of his pants as he moved to the bed.

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