Chapter Text
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"Maker’s breath," Cullen rasps as he reaches his climax, all sweaty and flushed, a sight Dorian never tires of, and revels in selfishly. Dorian peers into Cullen’s intense eyes, hand cupping the latter’s face. He’s certain no one but him in all of Thedas has ever seen the Commander like this, undone and loose. There’s not much in the world Dorian enjoys more than this, the intimate afterglow he gets to share with his occasional partners—not that he’s shared his bed with anyone but Cullen since this started.
"Feeling better, Commander?" Dorian murmurs, a little out of breath himself as he wills his heart to slow down. He’s silenced by Cullen’s lips, possessive and enthusiastic as always, and he lets the other man claim him as much as he wants. Cullen makes the sweetest moans whenever they kiss, barely audible, yes, but exquisite all the same, and Dorian grows more addicted to them with time.
Dorian catches his breath once their lips part, and Cullen fully settles his body on top of him, nose buried in Dorian’s neck.
"I can’t get enough of you," Cullen whispers in Dorian’s ear, which brings a smile to Dorian’s lips. He cards his fingers through Cullen’s golden locks, damp with sweat but still soft to the touch. There’s not a thing about this man he doesn’t love, Dorian thinks.
"Good thing I’m not going anywhere, mh?" Dorian says, his heart still beating fast and strong.
"Not if I have a say," Cullen replies, meeting Dorian’s eyes again, and though his words sounded confident, there is uncertainty in Cullen’s eyes.
"Don’t you worry, dear Commander, you shall still enjoy my delightful company for the foreseeable future," Dorian says with a grin, and in return he gets a blinding smile from Cullen, so genuinely happy that it leaves Dorian breathless. Never in his life has he gotten such a reaction out of someone, and it’s such a foreign sight that Dorian’s brain takes a few seconds to process the idea that he’s the cause of such a reaction.
Cullen rolls off of him, seizing a piece of cloth nearby to wipe their sticky abdomens clean before settling beside Dorian on the bed, strong arm wrapped around Dorian’s waist.
"I love you."
The words hit Dorian like a storm, unexpected and powerful, for no matter how much he’s dreamed of hearing them some day, he never let himself believe it would ever happen, not really. What unsettles Dorian even more is how right they sound, spoken in Cullen’s deep and rich voice, how right they would sound coming from him. So he sets them free from his mind, from his heart, out to the world, to Cullen.
"I love you too, dear."