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See I wanna know, give me give me all your love…
Tonight didn’t seem any different from any other night. Dorian had managed to drag Cullen away from his work, with surprisingly little effort. Some nights Cullen couldn’t snap out of work mode, but tonight he followed Dorian up the loft with an eagerness – and a desperation – that Dorian was familiar with now.
Even the most stoic and dedicated of Commanders was weak to the touch of his lover.
Not that Dorian had to do much touching, that is. A brush of his hand here, a kiss there, and Cullen would usually throw him against the nearest surface and have his way with him. He’d been tentative in the early stages of their relationship, not knowing really how to touch Dorian at all. Dorian reassured him that there was little to it, and he’d learn him like he’d learn any other person he slept with.
And Cullen was a fast learner.
He knew just how to kiss and bite at Dorian’s neck until the mage was writhing, and knew that when he pushed him roughly to the bed or the wall (or the desk, sometimes) it made his knees weak. He’d had to teach Cullen how to pleasure him with his mouth, but the Commander had done an absolutely astounding job. Dorian wished he could claim it was his excellent instruction, but the man was a natural.
“So many years wasted on women,” he’d said, and Cullen had chuckled and not even blushed. They were well past the point of blushing now, considering that the man was fucking Dorian hard almost every night they were together at Skyhold. At least that skill he’d had a little practice with before, though he was fast to figure out what Dorian liked best.
One particular evening Cullen had made him come untouched, and the man was almost alarmed when Dorian cried out beneath him, thrusting up into the air and spilling over his stomach. Dorian explained to Cullen that yes of course it felt good, he wouldn’t be bloody doing it otherwise, would he?
That seemed to plant a seed in Cullen’s mind but Dorian didn’t quite realise it until later.
Tonight, to be precise.
It started as it always did, with Dorian pulling Cullen in for a kiss, savouring the groan he made as Dorian’s tongue danced over his lip, and into his mouth. His arms wound around Dorian’s middle, tugging him into his chest, and Dorian was grateful the man had already shed his damn armour. It always took so much longer to get off than he felt they had time for.
He shed Cullen of his tunic, and ran his hands down Cullen’s chest, watching as the Commander’s muscles twitched under the gentle scrape of Dorian’s nails. Dorian loved to toy with him, to touch him in ways he knew nobody else had, to break him out of that shell, of that guard he always held up so perfectly.
Cullen was so good at letting go with Dorian.
Dorian took the upper hand tonight. Though Cullen was always the one on top, so to speak, they had a fairly equal share in the proceedings. Cullen let the mage push him to the bed, and when Dorian fell to his knees in front of him the Commander took a sharp breath.
“Dorian –”
“I hope you don’t mind,” said Dorian casually, as he began to pull at the ties of Cullen’s breeches. “But I have been thinking about this all day and I don’t think I’ll take no for an answer, now.”
As if Cullen would say no. He said nothing as Dorian pulled his erection free, only hissed as Dorian leaned closer to lick at the swollen head, before trailing his mouth down the side, teasing him with his tongue and lips.
He made a positively sinful moan as Dorian took the head into his mouth, and his hand came up to thread through Dorian’s thick, dark hair, tugging just a little. Just enough to make Dorian hum around him, before sinking deeper down on him, taking more into his mouth, savouring the heady taste and beautiful thickness of him.
The desperate groans and gasps that Cullen made were like a symphony to Dorian’s ears, like a choir of angels praising him with every moment. He did love seeing Cullen like his, eyes half-closed and head thrown back, chest rising and falling with shallow breaths. It was such a nice change to the usual rigid stance he had, and the seemingly ever-present frown he wore when he worked.
Dorian began to suck him with earnest, knowing that teasing him wouldn’t do tonight. Sometimes it did, when they were both relaxed and had time to spare, but tonight he just wanted to help Cullen find release. He could feel the Commander was getting closer, the shuddering breaths and tight groans tearing from his throat – and then Cullen did something altogether unexpected.
He spoke.
Cullen was vocal in bed, when he was fucking Dorian, certainly. He liked to tell the mage how beautiful he was when he was being pounded into the mattress. But Dorian couldn’t remember Cullen saying anything ever during oral sex, unless it was a hushed curse or Dorian’s name spoken under his breath.
It was surprising enough that he spoke, but what he said was even stranger.
“Touch me,” he said, so softly Dorian would have missed it if it wasn’t so out of place.
“Hmm?” he managed, still with a mouthful of cock.
Cullen groaned, and a moment later he’d taken Dorian’s hand from his thigh and was directing it between his legs.
Dorian paused for a moment and then he realised. Oh. Touch him. As in touch him.
Well, that was different. But Dorian knew if he hesitated too long, Cullen would get self-conscious and change his mind, because he’d never asked for it before and he was clearly trying his best to ask nicely. Asking at all was worth a reward in and of itself.
Dorian wanted to kiss him and tell him he was such a good and perfect man but his mouth was otherwise occupied. He slid off Cullen’s cock for a moment to suck on his index finger, watching Cullen carefully as he did, seeing the golden eyes go wide.
Dorian placed his mouth back on Cullen’s manhood, and began to circle his asshole with his saliva-slick finger. Cullen flinched, body unused to the sensation of having something touch him in such a private place, but Dorian was careful and had been expecting it. He swirled his tongue around the head of Cullen’s prick in a way he knew drove the man wild, and as a ragged breath left Cullen’s lungs and his body relaxed, Dorian pressed his finger inside.
Cullen gasped, and his body tensed up again, and Dorian pulled off for a moment to speak. “Shh, relax, love,” he murmured, licking down Cullen’s length to the base and nipping lightly at the very sensitive skin down there. Cullen groaned, a primal and low sound, and he spread his legs a little further.
Dorian smiled. He was getting it, now. He began to move his finger, sinking a little further in with each gentle stroke, and though he had to remind Cullen periodically to relax, the Commander was taking it surprisingly well.
And then Dorian found the spot. The goldmine. The keys to the kingdom. He’d curled his finger slightly, and the pad of his finger had barely brushed Cullen’s prostate when the man gasped loud and let out a most wonderful moan, thrusting up into Dorian’s mouth and then immediately pressing back onto his finger, his body torn between the two sources of pleasure.
“Dorian,” he said, voice tight and desperate, “Maker, Dorian – please –”
One finger and the man was already begging? Well, Dorian was just that good. Or maybe Cullen was really very sensitive. Most likely a combination of both. Regardless, Cullen’s sudden pleasure had given Dorian the perfect chance to slip another finger in, making sure to let some more saliva slide down from Cullen’s ballsack to his ass, making the glide easier.
Cullen made a noise that sounded like a strangled sob, and Dorian looked up to see he was biting into his hand, his cheeks and neck and chest glowing with a bright red blush. Oh, that was such a good look on him. So desperate and needy and all because of Dorian.
They would definitely be doing this again.
It didn’t take long for Cullen to spill in Dorian’s mouth, and he came harder than Dorian had ever seen before. Or tasted. He had to swallow at least three times before all of Cullen’s seed had gone, and when he teased his prostate with another wiggle of his fingers, Cullen moaned and another few drops spilled onto Dorian’s tongue.
Pulling his fingers out (with a delightful gasp from the Commander) and lifting his mouth away, Dorian wiped his mouth with his sleeve and grinned. “Feeling a little adventurous, were we?”
Cullen huffed out a laugh, but his pink blush still remained. “I – yeah. I just – I wanted to see how it felt.”
“And are you pleased with the results?”
Cullen pulled Dorian off the floor and into his lap, smirking. “Very much so.”
Cullen proceeded to repeat on Dorian what Dorian had just done to him and Dorian thanked the Maker and any other gods there might be that they had sent him such an enthusiastic and beautiful man.