[At first he tenses, biting his lip, choking back a sound that he's certain would be entirely undignified. It's the thrill of drinking down lyrium, the white-hot feeling of it chasing through his veins, but it's more than that, it's Fenris inside of him and close enough that he manages to shake his head, as if to shake off the sudden rush and swimming feeling, and wraps his arms around him. One leg, too, almost desperate to have as much of him as he can.
He murmurs a low profanity in Tevene, his voice almost breathless, and he chuckles softly.
This was dangerous, but right now he didn't care, at all. He just knew he'd have to have this again, already hoping foolishly for a next time, wanting those tender kisses as much as Fenris's teeth.]
[Fenris watches him, his every move, his every breath, his every twitch of muscle, and responds to it. He might loathe Danarius for what he made him do, but he did learn to read his partner well, to know what they wanted. Using it for his own pleasure, for the pleasure of those who hold no claim on him, it's a liberating experience. This was his skill now, to use with it on whomever he wished to.
He starts to rock his hips against Dorian's pushing himself deeper, groaning at the feeling of Dorian tight around him. His hand around Dorian's member begins to move again, timing it with his thrusts; as he leans his head back up to suck and nip at Dorian's throat, leaving another mark. ]
[Dorian pulls him close, one hand coming up to rest against that shock of white hair. It feels entirely like this is another feverish dream he's having in the Fade, and he'll wake to sweat and cum-sticky sheets and a memory of something that never happened.
A bite on his neck brings him back, only a bit, his head is still light from the sensation of the lyrium and Fenris penetrating inside of him, Fenris's hand around him, even his lips and teeth against his skin, the sensation of that dull pain only makes it all the more intense.
He's determined to hold out, but even his iron will is little against the sensations coursing through his nerves.]
[Fenris is already close to the edge himself, this being his second go of it, but he's determined for Dorian to tumble over it first. He wants to watch him come, see the change in his expression, drink it all in.
He murmurs in Tevene against Dorian's skin, angling his hips a little more, searching out the other man's prostate as he continues to rock inside him, his hand squeezing and pulling.]
[He lets out a sound, nearly surprise, nearly a moan, as Fenris finds it, and me murmurs a complimentary curse under his breath, a half-worded murmur of praise.]
Fuck, I won't last long like this.
[And he won't. Doesn't. It only takes a bit longer, the sensation of lyrium nearly electric through his veins, Fenris filling him as much as he could ever hope for, and his hand working over his cock, he bows his head, letting out a near hiss as he feels himself approach it, gritting his teeth as he comes, grasping to Fenris and letting out a sound, almost a cry from how intense the sensation is.]
[Fenris keeps his eyes on him, steering him with his movements over the abyss. Dorian looks incredible as he comes, in Fenris opinion. He needs to see this more, so much more. Right at this moment, he needs it like he needs to breathe.
His hand works Dorian's cock over the aftershocks, before his own thrusts become more shuddering, more disjointed as he cries out his release into the crook of Dorian's neck. ]
[Dorian swallows down air as Fenris stills against him, that hand against the elf's head, once urging, now holds him, the other going to his back to hold him against him, their skin sweat and cum sticky, but Dorian doesn't care, at the moment.
He moves, pressing a kiss to Fenris's head, resting his cheek against his white hair and content to just hold him for a moment. It is almost cooling passion, almost earnest tenderness, but he tries to push that aside for the moment.
Dorian can't trust himself to grow too fond of him, too attached. This was once, and then nothing more. That's how it always is. You never allow yourself to hope for more than that.
Dorian had, once, he had cared for a lover. And the result was disastrous.
He kisses his head again, and murmurs, quietly.]
I believe I can almost uncurl my toes now.
[And he scoffs slightly, almost breathless still and his heart pounding in his chest.]
[Fenris takes a moment to reply, his own heart thundering in his chest, his breathing ragged. Eventually, he manages a shuddery chuckle, almost an exhale. He wipes his hand on Dorian's stomach, adding to the sticky mess on there, a slight smirk crossing his face.]
Only almost?
[Reluctantly, he slips out of Dorian. This is usually the time he gets up and takes his leave. They'd had their fun, that was that. He doesn't, though. Instead, he lies down beside him, still close, his legs tangled with the other man's. Maybe he can just...lie here. For a little while. ]
[He makes a small sound, almost agreeing, and then rolls onto his side, looking over at Fenris with an odd tenderness in his expression, one he rarely allowed himself with a lover.
Dorian knew how it worked- you met, you fucked, you rarely saw each other again. But that's not what he wants, it never has been.
He reaches over, brushing a strand of hair from Fenris's face, tucking it behind a long ear.]
Only almost. I suspect you'll have to give me time to recover from that one. I've never quite been fucked like that.
[And he chuckled softly, starting to register the soreness creeping into his body.]
[He leans into the touch, unable to keep the smile from his face. This will be such a disaster. It could well destroy both of them. He needs it, though. So deeply. ]
I shall take that as a compliment. I do feel the need to point out that you requested as such.
[And Dorian needs it, as well, like he needs air. He's been a port in a storm before, as it were, but he's longed, so deeply, for actual love, actual caring.
He's not sure he'd call this love, but perhaps it was something working down the path to it. He's not certain he's ready for it, to feel it again, but part of him wants to stay by Fenris's side as much as he can.
He inches closer, resting his hand against Fenris's jaw, pushing off the mattress just enough to balance on one hand and kiss him. And this time, he fills it with as much want and gentleness as he can, hesitating as he ran his tongue across Fenris's lips.]
[He isn't expecting the tenderness to the kiss, but he rises up again, returning it. He opens his lips, welcoming Dorian's questing tongue. His own fingers move to tangle in Dorian's hair, his movements gentle after their rough tumble. ]
[And so he kisses him, pulling back for air and trying to catch it before pressing another kiss to his mouth, running his tongue along Fenris's, the two of them questing toward something that wasn't quite just passion and meaningless physical contact, but bringing a voice to those desires seemed like it might shatter this, to Dorian.
Asking for more, saying that he wanted it, was a terribly difficult thing, and he's afraid of it as much as he is of knowing that his fears were true and that he shouldn't have ever hoped for it. What if Fenris backs away?
He breaks the kiss, pressing his forehead against Fenris's, letting out a heavy breath.]
I'm not entirely certain I want to miss this.
[It was as close to an admission that he wanted more thank just one time as he could get.]
[The kiss is different, and Fenris can tell it. He returns the kiss, and he feels his heart begin to ache. He's done everything in his power to keep people at arms length, to not allow them into his heart. He wasn't expecting it to happen with Dorian of all people. He thought this might just be an easy lay, no ties, no worries.
But it's not like that at all.
He exhales slowly, closing his eyes, his fingers moving to brush against the back of Dorian's neck, tangling gently in the hair there. ]
Me either.
[He speaks before thinking, but he's never been one for deceptions, anyway. This is terrifying, but he can't let it go. ]
[Dorian makes a face, almost a frown, and nearly sighs. This is confusing, vast, and he is completely out of his element, but his heart twists in a way that both hurts and feels like a deep happiness when Fenris says it, and the aches in his body and soon to be bruises that dot his neck and collar are proof enough for Dorian, for now.
He breathes out a scoff.]
I'm not certain where to take this. I've...never had experience in matters like this, before.
[He doesn't bite hard enough to leave marks this time, but he moves to sit up, astride Dorina's hips, still slick and sticky. He chuckles low, kissing down by his adam's apple, and following the line of his throat. ]
[He means it as a small jab, but he can feel himself starting to grow hard already, again, at the attentions, at Fenris pressing so close against him, and for a moment he wonders if it's wise or not.
Much as they might lie to themselves, there was true honesty in their words- they wanted this, but they also wanted each other, in some odd way.]
[Probably not, but Fenris certainly isn't thinking clearly. He continues his nips and kisses along Dorian's collarbone, before looking up with a sly smirk. ]
[He answers that by rolling his hips against him, moving enough to get his point across and knowing that he wasn't immune to it, either. He wanted this as much as Fenris did, and Fenris caught a spot he'd worked over before, earning him a hiss and Dorian's cock throbbing against him.
He made a slight face, bringing his hands to Fenris's hips.]
[Fenris lets out a low groan of his own, rolling his hips in kind, his fingers pressing against Dorian's chest. This is an easy fallback, easier than dealing with...everything else. He doesn't have to think about this. ]
[This is much easier than thinking about the hows and whys of tomorrow. Easier than stumbling toward something that was like "together".
He moves his hands, his left sliding around the back of Fenris to grab at him, with a bit of a smirk, and the other one sliding to his thigh, thumb restlessly tracing over his skin there.]
I don't suppose I've complimented you enough, have I? You are almost devastatingly handsome, I'll have you know. [This was safer, make this seem just like a casual fuck, not something that would happen again. Never dare to hope for more.]
[He's not vain, not even a little. He sees nothing exceptional about himself, bar the markings, and they're not exactly a welcome thing. He grinds his hips against Dorian's slow and purposeful, leaning down to kiss his throat. ]
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He murmurs a low profanity in Tevene, his voice almost breathless, and he chuckles softly.
This was dangerous, but right now he didn't care, at all. He just knew he'd have to have this again, already hoping foolishly for a next time, wanting those tender kisses as much as Fenris's teeth.]
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He starts to rock his hips against Dorian's pushing himself deeper, groaning at the feeling of Dorian tight around him. His hand around Dorian's member begins to move again, timing it with his thrusts; as he leans his head back up to suck and nip at Dorian's throat, leaving another mark. ]
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A bite on his neck brings him back, only a bit, his head is still light from the sensation of the lyrium and Fenris penetrating inside of him, Fenris's hand around him, even his lips and teeth against his skin, the sensation of that dull pain only makes it all the more intense.
He's determined to hold out, but even his iron will is little against the sensations coursing through his nerves.]
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He murmurs in Tevene against Dorian's skin, angling his hips a little more, searching out the other man's prostate as he continues to rock inside him, his hand squeezing and pulling.]
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Fuck, I won't last long like this.
[And he won't. Doesn't. It only takes a bit longer, the sensation of lyrium nearly electric through his veins, Fenris filling him as much as he could ever hope for, and his hand working over his cock, he bows his head, letting out a near hiss as he feels himself approach it, gritting his teeth as he comes, grasping to Fenris and letting out a sound, almost a cry from how intense the sensation is.]
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His hand works Dorian's cock over the aftershocks, before his own thrusts become more shuddering, more disjointed as he cries out his release into the crook of Dorian's neck. ]
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He moves, pressing a kiss to Fenris's head, resting his cheek against his white hair and content to just hold him for a moment. It is almost cooling passion, almost earnest tenderness, but he tries to push that aside for the moment.
Dorian can't trust himself to grow too fond of him, too attached. This was once, and then nothing more. That's how it always is. You never allow yourself to hope for more than that.
Dorian had, once, he had cared for a lover. And the result was disastrous.
He kisses his head again, and murmurs, quietly.]
I believe I can almost uncurl my toes now.
[And he scoffs slightly, almost breathless still and his heart pounding in his chest.]
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Only almost?
[Reluctantly, he slips out of Dorian. This is usually the time he gets up and takes his leave. They'd had their fun, that was that. He doesn't, though. Instead, he lies down beside him, still close, his legs tangled with the other man's. Maybe he can just...lie here. For a little while. ]
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Dorian knew how it worked- you met, you fucked, you rarely saw each other again. But that's not what he wants, it never has been.
He reaches over, brushing a strand of hair from Fenris's face, tucking it behind a long ear.]
Only almost. I suspect you'll have to give me time to recover from that one. I've never quite been fucked like that.
[And he chuckled softly, starting to register the soreness creeping into his body.]
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I shall take that as a compliment. I do feel the need to point out that you requested as such.
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He's not sure he'd call this love, but perhaps it was something working down the path to it. He's not certain he's ready for it, to feel it again, but part of him wants to stay by Fenris's side as much as he can.
He inches closer, resting his hand against Fenris's jaw, pushing off the mattress just enough to balance on one hand and kiss him. And this time, he fills it with as much want and gentleness as he can, hesitating as he ran his tongue across Fenris's lips.]
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Asking for more, saying that he wanted it, was a terribly difficult thing, and he's afraid of it as much as he is of knowing that his fears were true and that he shouldn't have ever hoped for it. What if Fenris backs away?
He breaks the kiss, pressing his forehead against Fenris's, letting out a heavy breath.]
I'm not entirely certain I want to miss this.
[It was as close to an admission that he wanted more thank just one time as he could get.]
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But it's not like that at all.
He exhales slowly, closing his eyes, his fingers moving to brush against the back of Dorian's neck, tangling gently in the hair there. ]
Me either.
[He speaks before thinking, but he's never been one for deceptions, anyway. This is terrifying, but he can't let it go. ]
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He breathes out a scoff.]
I'm not certain where to take this. I've...never had experience in matters like this, before.
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And you think I have?
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[He makes a sound, amused, moving his head to beckon him to go further.]
It would seem we are the blind following the blind, in this.
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[He doesn't bite hard enough to leave marks this time, but he moves to sit up, astride Dorina's hips, still slick and sticky. He chuckles low, kissing down by his adam's apple, and following the line of his throat. ]
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[He means it as a small jab, but he can feel himself starting to grow hard already, again, at the attentions, at Fenris pressing so close against him, and for a moment he wonders if it's wise or not.
Much as they might lie to themselves, there was true honesty in their words- they wanted this, but they also wanted each other, in some odd way.]
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Well, if you need to rest...
[A challenge, possibly. Probably.]
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He made a slight face, bringing his hands to Fenris's hips.]
I suppose that is answer enough.
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I suppose it is.
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He moves his hands, his left sliding around the back of Fenris to grab at him, with a bit of a smirk, and the other one sliding to his thigh, thumb restlessly tracing over his skin there.]
I don't suppose I've complimented you enough, have I? You are almost devastatingly handsome, I'll have you know. [This was safer, make this seem just like a casual fuck, not something that would happen again. Never dare to hope for more.]
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[He's not vain, not even a little. He sees nothing exceptional about himself, bar the markings, and they're not exactly a welcome thing. He grinds his hips against Dorian's slow and purposeful, leaning down to kiss his throat. ]
Now you, on the other hand...
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Oh? Go on...
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