Words: 1492Rating: NSFWGenre: Hurt & Comfort, SmutSummary: A Part 2 to this. You can take the ma

Words: 1492Rating: NSFWGenre: Hurt & Comfort, SmutSummary: A Part 2 to this. You can take the man out of Tevinter, but you can’t take the Tevinter out of the man. I wanted to explore the effect of combined Magisterium culture and distance on his and Bull’s relationship. Top Dorian, Dom Drop.—Dorian kneels above him. He looks fierce, lit from below by the myriad of candles melting into the headboard. Normally used for dry Magisterium required reading, they currently illuminate his bare features like a dragon’s fire. Stray magelights float at various heights, batted away when they drift too close, flickering and sinking to the floor. One hovers by Dorian’s cheekbone. “We can do this two ways,” he says lowly, “with spells or with toys.” In his hands there is a coil of rope and leather manacles. Around him, magic throbs and hums.“You’d be able to hold yourself down?” Bull asks, intrigued by the concept of invisible bondage. The thought of Dorian straining against nothing, nothing but his own self control sends his pulse racing.“Not me, you.”“Oh.”“I’m keeping you here,” Dorian teases. He’s smiling, but his eyes betray the sadness in those words.It remains unsaid, but they both agree that it should never happen like this, nearly a year since they had properly laid eyes on one another. They can see the changes on the surface. They don’t want to think about what may have changed underneath.“Show me what kind of magic tricks they’ve been teaching you in the Magisterium,” Bull growls.That, then, is tonight’s game. “You can’t cum until I allow it,” Dorian commands. His eye contact is intense. “You can’t do anything until I allow it.”Bull’s blood runs hot. He’d like to test that. He reaches for himself, anything to relieve the pressure, but with a subtle gesture, Dorian casts a barrier. Bull wraps his hand around himself, but can feel nothing. “Ah-ah-ah,” Dorian scolds softly, crawling over Bull, dragging the heat of his skin against him. Bull pumps fruitlessly, able to feel the ghost of weight in his fist, but nothing but the empty air around his cock. He curses. The shimmer of magic outlines the shape of him, translucent like the sheepgut condoms they neglect to use in their coupling. “Pretty,” Dorian purrs, fingering the slit. Bull watches himself twitch at the gesture, but still can’t feel a damn thing.“My dick’s always been pretty,” Bull grunts, and Dorian kisses him through a smile. His hand trails leisurely down to his balls which – thank the Maker and Koslun and whoever the fuck the dozen Dalish gods are – haven’t been cast in a barrier. Dorian’s quick fingers roll, pinch, and tug them, playing with their heft in his grip.They kiss again. “I’ve missed the taste of you. Everywhere,” he breathes. He presses Bull back into the mattress with a firm hand between his pecs, a bit of force magic to make up for the strength he lacks in one arm alone. Obediently Bull goes, nestled in the pillows. Dorian follows and leans down, lips just short of Bull’s ear. “Do you trust me?” he whispers.“With my life,” Bull says without hesitation. “Kadan.”Pleased, Dorian turns his head to kiss Bull on the cheekbone, forcing his thighs apart with magic. Bull nearly gasps, curbing it at the last second. He imagines this is the thrill his strength holds for others. No one has ever made him feel so small. Weak.And so casually, as Dorian lifts his hips to slide a pillow underneath, Bull is tilted half upside down. He laughs. Dorian’s smile widens at his lover’s laughter, giving him a soft smack on the meat of his hip. “I should manhandle you like child with a doll,” he threatens softly. He bends Bull’s good knee and lets the other lay straight out, all while keeping his hands at his sides. Bull shudders, though not unpleasantly. Magic.“You should do a lot of things to me,” Bull suggests, waggling his eyebrows. “But maybe let me feel a few of them?”Dorian bites his lip. “Oh, he wants to feel, does he?” One hand disappears between Bull’s thighs, just under his balls and out of view. Then, as if a small firecracker were set off from his taint, he yelps and tries to jump away, but his hips are restrained to the pillow.“What the–?!”“Too much?” asks Dorian innocently, holding up his hand and showing Bull the spark that runs across them.By now, Bull is sweating, and his cock is a furious purple against his belly. “Fuck, Dorian.” They share a grin. “You know our word, Bull.”Dorian lays on his stomach between Bull’s legs and whatever electricity trick he used before is turned way down. His fingers gingerly stroke the area just under Bull’s balls, his mouth loving Bull’s hole as if it were his lips. The air fills with the sounds of soft cursing, groaning, and wet kisses. Bull’s tossing his head, horns gouging familiar scars on the headboard, and his eye is shut too tightly to notice the new movement in the room.All the toys had been laid out before they began, with murmurs of conversation between kisses. Bull stood behind Dorian, hands rubbing his biceps, chin shelved atop his head. They evaluated their choices from a collection impressive in both its number of items and level of debauchery. Now, the lucky chosen lazily found their way into Dorian’s waiting hand, and if Bull wasn’t in the throes of pleasure, he would have laughed at the dildos floating through the air.“It was so kind of you to bring this to me.” Dorian smooths a rune stone in his palm and the toy jitters in the sheets. “It certainly has been a joy over long distances. I’d like to return the favor.”With little effort, the toy is slicked up and slid inside. Bull’s hand grips Dorian’s. He knows there are supposedly better things his Kadan’s fingers and fist could be doing, but Dorian’s hand is warm with magic and returns the squeeze just as fiercely.The toy vibrates furiously, sending hundreds of messages through Bull’s nerves. The muscles in his abdomen contract in rhythm with his curling toes. Dorian’s nails dig crescents into his knuckles. Stars explode behind his eyelid.“You won’t cum until I let you,” Dorian reminds him through gritted teeth. His lip is raised in a snarl, and Bull sees in him the serpent the Pavuses so adore, reared back and ready to strike. He’s never thought about it until now, bizarrely, in the struggle against climax. Is Dorian a venomous snake? One with dripping fangs, deadly enough to kill in the span of an hour? Or is he a constrictor, slowly winding around his prey, seductive, deceptive?The grip on his cock says constrictor, without much ceremony.“You won’t cum” – his voice cracks – “until I say.“It’s becoming painful, though with the buzz and squeeze of magic around him, it’s hard to focus on so many sensations at once. Bull’s shaking so hard his teeth clatter unless they’re clenched. Was he sweating so badly before?“You won’t leave until I let you!” Dorian hisses, and his face is red and eyes are threatening wetness. His headspace had changed, from playful denial to realizing how temporary their engagement truly is. “I– You–” His fingers slide from Bull’s grasp.“Katoh.”Everything stops too soon. With an invisible burst, the magical energy dissipates all at once. Bull’s ears pop and his lungs feel like he spent too long underwater. His vision dims, then colors again. It’s all nauseating.“I did that for you,” he tells Dorian softly. Dorian rests his cheek against Bull’s thigh, his sweaty hair clinging to gray skin. “Let’s talk.”Dorian looks up at him with a piteous gaze. “You’re only here for a little while. I was overwhelmed. I missed you. I only want to be gentle with you now, I think,” he explains slowly. “I apologize.”Bull shakes his head. “Don’t be sorry, Kadan. I love you. Would you like to come up and kiss me?” There’s an ache in his stomach, not for hard feelings over interrupted sex, but for the bags he’s just now noticing under Dorian’s eyes, the sallow tinge to his flesh. The candlelight had done much to hide his exhaustion.A nod, and he’s moving more cautiously and serpent-like than ever. His body slithers up Bull’s, meeting his lips for shallow kisses. “Tevinter’s changing me.”“No, Dorian. Fuck Tevinter. It’s just play. This is why we have watch words. You’re still you.”Dorian is afraid to touch his chest. He has resumed his role as a king viper in the pit, and there are others besides himself who could bite the Iron Bull should he fall in.They lie together in sheets that smell nothing like Skyhold, nothing like camping tents, nothing like anything even vaguely familiar. Dorian changed his cologne with the new fashion, and Bull idly wonders if he finished up the old bottle first.“Fuck Tevinter,” Dorian agrees. One hand enlaces with Bull’s. His other casts delicate force magic to apply pressure to Bull’s chest. Constrictor, holding him there. -- source link

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