[It's an odd feeling, something that nearly makes his hair stand on end. Dorian can sense the lyrium, and it feels almost like the Fade as it stirs against his fingers when he weaves magic.
His eyes were closed, but he glances up, watching and pausing for a moment as he saw the glow of the brand against Fenris's skin.
For a moment, he hesitates, because he realizes that Fenris is, again, someone who could likely leave him defenseless and kill him without a thought.
But in some odd way, he trusted him.
He slipped that hand around under him, enough to grab at his backside, and he kept going where he had paused, working his tongue and lips along and around him as much as he could.]
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His eyes were closed, but he glances up, watching and pausing for a moment as he saw the glow of the brand against Fenris's skin.
For a moment, he hesitates, because he realizes that Fenris is, again, someone who could likely leave him defenseless and kill him without a thought.
But in some odd way, he trusted him.
He slipped that hand around under him, enough to grab at his backside, and he kept going where he had paused, working his tongue and lips along and around him as much as he could.]