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“Comfortable, Fox?”
Caim took a deep breath and nodded, closing his eyes as he leaned his head back against Bull’s shoulder. Once more, he was seated on the large Qunari’s lap, though perhaps seated was the wrong word. Speared, more like. His hair clung to the back of his neck with sweat, and his face was already flushed and his hands clamped tightly on the backs of Bull’s shoulders. Bull had taken his damned sweet time to put Caim into this position. Caim was already plotting his revenge for next time.
“We can take a breather if you like,” Dorian said from somewhere in front of him. There was a hint of teasing in his voice, and when Caim opened an eye to glare at him, the man simply grinned and kissed his forehead. “Don’t pout. You’re in good hands!” As if to demonstrate, slender, elegant fingers brushed down his chest to briefly meet his cock with the lightest of touches. Caim squirmed, his soft whimper gaining a whining edge as he felt Bull anchoring him in place.
“At… At some point,” he said as he dug his fingers into the back of Bull’s shoulders, “One of you is going to be in the middle, and it is going to be delightf- Bull, please!” He moved a hand to cover his mouth as Bull cupped his chest and squeezed hard.
Bull cleared his throat, and both he and Dorian stilled. “Hands, Fox.” Caim resisted for one long moment, but it was a losing battle and he knew it. He returned his hand to its former position on Bull’s shoulder behind him with a huff of frustration. Bull patted his chest in approval. “That’s better. Now what were you saying?”
Caim shot him a half-hearted glare, keenly aware that he was at a severe disadvantage. “I am going to remember this. And someday it’ll be your turn.”
“Oh I do hope so. It’d be a shame if you forgot about all of this period,” Dorian remarked, leaning forward to capture Caim’s lips. It was almost soothing in its intensity, which made it all the more cruel when Bull took advantage of Caim’s distraction and tweaked his nipple. Caim yelped and craned his head back to glare at Bull. It was pointless to try to shame him, but he tried anyways.
Bull just laughed in his face and stole a kiss for himself. Caim found it much harder to maintain the glare.
“You two do make quite a picture,” Dorian sighed, shuffling up to kneel between Bull’s knees. “Really, it’s like a work of art.”
“It’d be a masterpiece if you’d actually do something,” Caim grumbled. He was perfectly aware that the statement made no sense, but he felt as though he’d been very patient. Dorian clucked his tongue and shook his head.
“Patience, Fox,” he said unhelpfully with a smirk that made Caim melt from the inside out. “It’s our last day here, and we plan on taking the very best care of you.” He trailed his fingers in a lazy circle on Caim’s thigh.
“Dorian!” Caim whined, fully aware he was pouting and equally aware that he couldn’t help it. Dorian and Bull both chuckled and exchanged a look, but since Dorian finally moved himself into position, Caim decided to ignore it.
Especially since he had no more room for thoughts of any sort once Dorian began sinking onto his painfully erect cock. He threw his head back with a lascivious groan and held Bull’s shoulders with a grip that would’ve bruised anyone else.
Bull laughed low in his ear, taking the tip between his teeth. “Better?” he asked softly. Caim nodded and whimpered in answer.
“Mm…” Dorian grinned down at him, looking like the cat who got into the cream. He shifted on Caim’s lap, wringing a weak whine from the elf. “I know I certainly prefer this.”
Caim closed his eyes again, forcing himself to take a deep breath and relaxed against Bull. These two were going to be the death of him, and at that moment, it seemed like a heavenly way to go. He could just imagine Varric’s recounting of his climactic demise. “And so the Herald’s heart gave out as he was surrounded by the two sexiest men in all of Thedas.”
The moment hung between the three of them in stillness, Dorian and Bull both allowing their hapless lover to prepare himself.
“Are you ready?” Dorian asked, his voice low and close, his lips brushing against Caim’s.
“Yes… Please…”
“Tell us the rules first,” Bull said in his ear, serious and loving all at once.
Caim sighed, telling himself to focus. This part was important. “Keep… Keep my hands on you,” he said breathlessly against Dorian’s lips. “Don’t come until you say.”
“Good, Fox. And the word if you need to stop?”
“Kah...Katoh.”
“Good.” Bull’s approval rumbled all the way through Caim’s bones, and his large hands gently played about his chest. “Dorian, if you would…?”
Dorian hummed in agreement and leaned over Caim’s shoulder to kiss Bull. “Gladly,” he murmured.
And he began to move.
Caim threw his head back with a choked moan, and his world became a blur of sensation and pleasure and his lovers below and above him, driving him closer and closer to blissful oblivion. Their hands seemed everywhere at once, soothing his feverish skin.
This was the part that was going to kill him, he realized dizzily. Between Bull’s cock and Dorian’s ass, he was going to explode trying to keep himself from finishing before he was allowed. His hands slipped on Bull’s shoulders, slick with sweat as he fought to keep his grip.
“Easy,” Dorian whispered above him, brushing his fingers through Caim’s damp hair. “We’ve got you. We won’t-- Oh!” He shook on top of Caim with a lovely, trembling groan that dragged an echo from Caim.
“You good?” Bull asked. Caim could practically hear the grin he surely had.
“Never better,” Dorian answered, sounding as relaxed as if he were simply lounging. Caim envied his composure. Caim felt as though he was two steps from simply combusting.
He couldn’t say how long they were there entwined. His focus was completely set on clinging to Bull and keeping himself from breaking.
After an eternity of the most delightful hell Caim had ever experienced, Dorian cried out, his seed splattering Caim’s stomach and his ass clenching on his poor cock. Caim gasped, shuddering as he fought to stave off his own climax.
“Please!” he begged, gasping for air. “I need… Just let me…!”
Bull said something over his head, the meaning slipping out of reach, and he heard Dorian laugh in response. Caim nearly sobbed as Dorian slid off his lap, cool air stinging his aching cock for a moment before plump lips kissed the tip. Caim twisted with a mewl.
“Just a little longer,” Bull whispered in his ear. “Hold on. Dorian, go ahead.”
Dorian chuckled and sucked Caim down with one smooth pull.
“Now,” Bull breathed. “Come.”
Caim needed no other encouragement, his release screamed through him with a torrential fury, heat searing his entire body as he came down the back of Dorian’s throat. He cried out, limbs quaking as he was caught in a rictus of orgasm.
When the storm finally passed, he sagged against Bull, hands falling limp to his sides as he slipped into a haze. Dorian’s glorious mouth moved away, and strong hands lifted him off Bull’s cock and pulled him into a warm embrace. A grunt sounded behind him, and something warm splashed against his chest and stomach.
“There you go,” Dorian said softly from somewhere above his head, his voice echoing in the sightless fog. Bull said something in answer, and Caim found himself lowered to the bed.
He tried to say a thank you as someone wiped a rag down his sore, sated body, but it came out more garbled than he’d hoped. Bull hummed and patted his shoulder before pulling him into his lap once more. Caim curled into a ball, burrowing himself under those huge, safe arms, sighing as Dorian slipped up to hold him from his other side.
“Good?” a whisper asked with lips brushing his still flushed cheek.
“Good,” Caim slurred, a lazy smile tugging at his lips. The smile stayed even as he drifted down into sleep, pleased and surrounded by love.