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Iron Bull left the bathhouse with a towel draped around his shoulders, whistling a tune from the tavern minstrel as he walked through the courtyard of Skyhold. Since his recent return from the Storm Coast he'd been in high spirits, a welcome difference from the last trip out there he'd taken. The grim memories of gaatlok and burning wreckage in the air associated with the miserable strip of coastline had been replaced with the bone deep excitement of their recent High Dragon kill. Happier times to reflect on by far.

Well, Lavellan seemed to agree at least, and Cole was always happy to help. Dorian seemed a little less thrilled about being dragged along for their dragon wrestling expeditions, but the ‘vint was highly susceptible to pleading of their mighty Inquisitor. Especially when the phrase, "Friends don't let friends hunt dragons alone!", was used ruthlessly on multiple occasions.

He pulled the towel back and forth across his back to dislodge some stray water droplets, the sunshine beating down on the courtyard doing a much better job at ridding him of the excess moisture. On the way his room above the tavern he paused at the top of the stairs. Some of his men were wrestling with Inquisition soldiers in the sparring ring. Krem and Dalish were apparently taking bets on the winner with some of the spectators, counting out their coin with gleeful expressions.

They’d drawn quite a crowd and off to the side he was surprised to see even Dorian out in the sunshine, sprawled across a bench reading a book and doing his absolute best to not get caught sneaking peeks at the shirtless men in the ring, glistening with sweat. Cole was sitting crosslegged at the mage’s feet, carefully whittling some kind of toy with one of his pointy daggers, very fixated on the task. It was a skill Lavellan had taught him, the squirrely little kid had taken to it immediately when the elf had explained how the dalish would carve wooden toys for their children to play with. Now Cole was often found carrying the things around, handing them out to kids in villages that they passed by.

Sickeningly sweet, really. Also a very strong testament to how well Dorian was starting to get on with the boy, because every now and then Cole would hold the toy out to the mage and get an opinion on what part he should shape next. Dorian didn’t even act put out by it.

When the qunari passed by them he paused to tip a horn at Cole who beamed up at him, the ‘vint giving him a dry look. “Well, someone is certainly happy.” Dorian said, his tone suggestive and dancing around the friendly accusation of ‘Someone got laid.’

As prickly as the mage had been to start, the two of them were on positively decent terms now. The Iron Bull had figured that the Inquisitor’s insistence on continually dragging the three of them into the field together would either bring them closer - or inspire murder. An elf, a ‘vint, a qunari, and a spirit-turned-human boy. The holy face of the Inquisition right there, Varric was having a field day gathering source material.

“Not yet.” Iron Bull quipped back, a wicked grin on his face as stopped and decided to lean against the half wall near the two. One of his horns clipped on a sapling next to him, scraping off a few tender green buds that were starting their springtime bloom. “Got a date tonight though, so I’ll get real happy then.”

“A date.” Dorian said incredulously. “I don’t think a savage like you understands the meaning of that word.”

“And a bookworm who never leaves his library knows better?” Iron Bull challenged, pulling a pair of clippers from one of the little satchels attached to his belt, taking the time to trim his nails as he soaked up the sun. However great claws were, as a Ben-Hassrath he’d rarely let them grow out. They didn’t marry their swords with their custom grips that allowed claws, using whatever tool for the job meant it was important to not shred your palms on human-sized weapons. That and Lavellan wouldn’t be near as into fingering if Iron Bull didn’t keep his claws blunt.

“You lost your other eye recently? Here I am, out of my library.” Dorian drawled, motioning to himself with a hand.

“The sun feels like happy, a warm kiss to a chilled body. People and laughter, it’s open and honest and it fills with wonder. A reminder of home; different land but the same hot sun.” Cole said in his spaced out voice, before raising the bird he was carving and holding it up to the sky, perhaps imagining the little thing flying overhead. Neither Iron Bull or Dorian spoke, unsure of which of their minds Cole had scooped the thoughts out of, knowing it could be from either of them. The boy tilted head back to look at them under the brim of his hat with bright blue eyes. “It’s good.”

“Yes, it is.” Iron Bull agreed, rolling his shoulders. “Gotta admit it’s nice to feel some heat down south. Don’t get it much, so I’m not surprised even the biggest academics amongst us would come out to work on their tans.”

“This creamy caramel complexion of mine is borne of pure, flawless perfection, my simple qunari friend. I don’t need the sun’s help to look this good.” The mage said without even looking up from his book. Iron Bull scoffed and Dorian narrowed his eyes and gave him a once over. “Like you have any leg to stand on, your dull grey skin can’t be improved by neither sun nor shade.”

“Hey!” Iron Bull groused. “Get me all sweaty and I’d shine as good as you. Try not to get too heated imagining it.”

Caught in the process of said imagining, Dorian gave a little sneer before returning his gaze to his book, much safer that way. “I’ll leave that to our dear elven Inquisitor, Maker knows what he sees because I’ve never been able to figure it out.”

Iron Bull could have made an easy jab or two at a tender opening but he refrained. Dorian chafed at the fact he’d been eclipsed by a brute of a qunari, but he was far too good a man to let it affect either friendship and far too proud of one to admit the sting. For his efforts, the Inquisitor and Dorian were fast friends despite Lavellan’s early reservations. Roaming as far north as their clan did, he’d encountered enough Tevinter slavers to be distrusting at first. However Dorian was...Dorian. As well as the only mage in Skyhold that Lavellan felt comfortable around.

Iron Bull had pegged Solas to take that role, but he’d been sorely mistaken. Lavellan enjoyed listening to the other elf, sure. He thirsted for more knowledge about history, places, the fade - and Solas was a reservoir of information that Lavellan was always eager to tap into. Then Solas would open his mouth about the dalish and it would all crumble from there. The Inquisitor barely spoke of his clan or their beliefs, but the few times he opened enough to do so Solas had made snide remarks about their ignorance or unwillingness to learn. It was safe to say feathers had been ruffled. When asked privately Lavellan had muttered into grey skin that he felt too wary of the other elf to treat him as anything more than a respected teacher, but as time passed Solas had grown fond of that position all the same. Besides, the only one around here that was allowed to ruffle Lavellan’s feathers was The Iron Bull.

Lavellan and Vivienne got along about as well as two territorial High Dragons fighting over a roost. Actually, Iron Bull smirked, that was an excellent metaphor for them. The two powerful knight-enchanters could throw off just about as much terrifying power when they started their posturing. Lavellan had started off far too shy and timid to stand up to her, but that had changed with time giving Vivienne a worthy adversary to lock horns with. At least they respected each other, probably the only reason the two didn’t descend into outright hostilities.

Which left only Dorian to turn to whenever Lavellan had a magic related question. At first he'd been wary, skittish as a stray cat approaching a dog. When he’d discovered that the ‘vint enjoyed nothing more than a good chat about magical theories the other mage’s company had become one of Lavellan’s favorite places to be. The dalish elf had undeniably learned magic, but nothing like how Dorian had learned it and the human was eager to share with the attractive little elf that hung onto his every word. Lavellan did terrible things to the man’s ego, Iron Bull was certain.

With as much enjoyable time as they spent together researching, discussing, and teaching so it was no wonder they’d quickly become such good friends. Lavellan had been an easy target for Dorian's good natured teasing as the ‘vint was a natural flirt. Once Lavellan's confidence had started to climb, coincidentally about the time he'd started sleeping with the Iron Bull, the flirtatious quips had become a staple in their friendship.

When it got out that Lavellan was regularly riding the Bull, Dorian had actually approached Iron Bull to apologize. To which Iron Bull had laughed and told him not to worry or change a thing that made Lavellan happy, carefully directing the exchange so as not to bruise the man’s pride. Apparently Dorian had expected a jealously possessive savage. He got an amused onlooker who enjoyed watching Lavellan’s insecurities be washed away to reveal the gem of a man underneath.

He saw things the two of them didn't though. Like how as time went on Lavellan was becoming more and more appealing to the ‘vint, his timidness replaced with a easygoing confidence that was attractive to anyone. It wasn't gloss or glitter that Lavellan wanted in his bed, but sometimes Bull saw the looks when Lavellan turned away that said Dorian wanted to drop the pretty mask he wore and the games they played and try something primal and honest instead.

Better to just let that be - to leave Dorian to tease Lavellan that it wasn’t just size that counted, surely a qunari savage wouldn’t have the first clue about pleasuring a civilized man. Lavellan would save a knowing smile for Iron Bull, admit he was a bit of a forest savage himself and maybe uncivilized was how he liked it. They’d laugh and go back to what they were doing, Dorian’s cheeks a little flushed as he imagined just how uncivilized one could be with a savage little elf.

Then he’d catch Iron Bull watching, turn red and mutter Tevene obscenities as he turned away.

He finished clipping his nails as the sun continued to warm his back, breaking from his thoughts to watch as Dorian used a piece of charcoal he’d pulled from his book bag to sketch out the shape of a bird’s tail on Cole’s little carving at the boy’s behest, the spirit watching in awe as Dorian worked.

“You know what I don’t get,” Iron Bull began speaking after Dorian was done, starting on a much safer subject. He was of course interrupted.

“I’m sure I couldn’t even begin to fathom the amount of things you don’t get.” Dorian jabbed with a raised eyebrow and Iron Bull chuckled because he’d left himself wide open for that.

“Alright. One of the many things I don’t get, is how so many people here are still suspicious of mages and magic, but I haven’t heard anyone ever comment on the fact that this entire fuckin’ fortress has to have some kind of magic. Outside these walls the sun hasn’t got enough heat to melt the snow, but inside it’s like spring, green grass and everything.”

“Ah, but you see this fortress is a sacred place, found by our dear Herald of Andraste! No doubt the blessed prophet herself changes the weather here, because it wouldn’t do for her blessed elven agent to shiver in a cold fortress. At least, I’m sure that’s what they’d tell you.”

“My my Dorian, you sound like you might not believe that it’s the truth. What a naughty little Andrastian you must be.”

“I’m no fool. We find a fortress fully abandoned in the middle of nowhere that history seems to have forgotten. That strikes a little closer to the idea of ‘Fortress cursed by an ancient evil and lost to time.’ No doubt ancient Tevinter magisters are somehow involved.”

“If you ask Lavellan he’ll blame the elves. He says pretty much every ancient evil can be blamed on the elves.” Iron Bull chuckled.

“Ha! After all we’ve seen, I can’t help but admit that its a good theory. Corypheus wouldn’t be so interested in all those ancient ruins if there wasn’t something great and powerful and no doubt terribly evil lurking within. We’ll end up proving him right soon enough and then we’ll never hear the end of it.”

Iron Bull chuckled, sharing Dorian’s amusement despite both of them realizing the sinking sense of truth to that statement. “Well I suppose they could have cursed Skyhold with worse than a chronic lack of winter.” Iron Bull grunted before pushing up from the wall, looking towards the tavern.

Dorian caught on. “Going to go get dressed up for your date, then?”

“What’s the point of getting dressed up, if I’m going to take it all off right away anyway? You ‘vints still haven’t figured out this whole sex thing, huh?” Iron Bull smirked, rolling a shoulder casually.

“Fasta vass.” Dorian cursed, cheeks darkening as he glowered from beneath dark lashes. “I should have known a savage would have no idea what the word ‘date’ meant.”

“Hey, it’s rude to call the dalish savages.” Iron Bull said, grinning from ear to ear now. “I’ve learned to let the Inquisitor call it anything he likes.” He said casually over his shoulder as he headed for the tavern with a brief wave over his shoulder.

Dorian spluttered another swear as Iron Bull walked away, the ‘vint blushing heavily even as he grinned from ear to ear.

“If you take it right off, why does everyone dress up for weddings?” Cole asked blankly, clearly lost from the overheard conversation and at that point Dorian couldn’t help but laugh.

***

His desk was covered with letters and documents that demanded his attention, calling to him all hours of the day and filling him with guilt whenever he dared turn his attention to something else. Even today, a day he’d carefully booked to devote to something entirely different, began with him curling into his chair in the morning, sorting through papers to pick out the highest priority. ‘Just the urgent ones’ he thought to himself, then he would focus on the exciting plans he had.

It wasn’t until a servant brought him afternoon tea that he realized how late it was. Lavellan looked at the woman with a bit of panic as he stared at the food she brought him.

“Lost track of time, did we?” She asked with a smooth southern drawl. She smelled like fresh baking from the kitchens and Lavellan found that despite being uncomfortable with the idea of staff or servants waiting on him he quite liked this woman. “What can I do to help you, dear?”

She was a sweetheart. “Could you send a runner down to pick up a crate I’m expecting from the quartermaster? Also put these on Josephine’s desk? She’s been waiting for them.” He patted the stack of finished paperwork that was far larger than he intended. He was going to make his Ambassador’s day.

“I’ll take care of it, yer Worship. Just get some food into you before you start your running about, would you? You’re skin and bones.”

Lavellan gave her a sweet smile and a promise as she whisked her way out of the room. He let out a sigh of relief as he picked at some of the meat and cheeses on the platter in front of him, before he got up to begin preparing the room.

A cover sheet went over the bed first before Lavellan pulled out and carefully arranged several roll pillows at the head of the bed. Useful little things when propping up a horned head, he’d grown to appreciate them since he started sleeping with a qunari. When he heard a knock on the door he grinned from ear to ear, practically racing down the stairs to swing it open.

As expected it was one of the servant runners arms full of a wooden chest straight from the quartermaster. It had arrived days ago but he had thought it best kept there so a certain snoopy qunari wouldn’t find it tucked away somewhere in Lavellan’s quarters. The runner must have thought Lavellan a fool the way he accepted the chest and ran up the stairs with it, gleeful as a child.

He let his fingertips trace across the dull wood before lifting the lid, setting the little chest down on the four poster bed and beaming at the contents inside. There were all kinds of glass vials in different shapes and sizes, some with corks and stoppers and little labels to tell him of the contents.

Some were simply oils, as he sorted through them he set his favorite one aside for use tonight. An oil made of a fragrant mix of herbs he often used back when he’d been with his clan, meant to sooth and relax muscles but with a sweet smell to tease the senses.

The afternoon sun shined through the stained glass windows of his quarters, leaving colorful designs of light sparkling across the bottles as he held them up to read their labels.

One was a high quality horn balm, unscented but highly effective, a gift for the qunari who often complained about itching horns. Lavellan had once caught him leaning his head against the corner of a wall and using the rough stone edge to scratch his horns, much like he’d witnessed halla grinding off their velvet throughout the years. Lavellan was pretty sure the little bottle and it’s friends just like it would be a much better solution.

He had something better for tonight though and he smiled from ear to ear as he pulled out a short and fat terracotta jar, carefully popping the seal of it to take a sniff of the balm inside. Dragon. It smelled of the elements and power, primal and furious and Iron Bull got excited and itchy every time they came near this scent.

For a qunari who had an incredible sense of smell to begin with, the subtle dragon pheromones that were laced inside this balm should have a very predictable effect. Some research had uncovered that qunari using dragon related goods for their aphrodisiac effects was not uncommon, simply exceedingly hard to come by because the Tamassarans protected it rather well from outsiders.

Whether or not this was something Iron Bull had ever used before, Lavellan had a feeling that it’s effects were going to be enjoyable. Of course, precautions would have to be taken…

He rigged up thick leather straps under the wide mahogany headboard of the bed, securing them tightly and hoping they’d be enough. Iron Bull would be pliant most of the night, Lavellan was sure the qunari would play along eagerly. Once the horn balm came out though, who knew what would happen. Probably in Lavellan’s best interests to make sure that restraints wouldn’t snap under some pressure.

He opened the windows to let in the warm light, smiling as he breathed in the fresh breeze. The mountains surrounding them were barren and cold, still miserably immune to the effects of spring. Inside the fortress trees were budding and flowers were blooming as they always did, caught on the breeze and whisked up to the windows of his quarters.

Satisfied with the state of the room Lavellan turned his efforts to himself, a great deal of time spent down in the private baths. He had once teased Josephine about wanting marble baths, the idea so unfathomably luxurious to a dalish elf who spent his life bathing in a stream that he thought it an impossible request meant to amuse her, like asking her to change the skies color to something less blue.

To his amazement once the Inquisition’s coffers became padded and their power and influence so great, Josephine had managed to make his dalish fantasy a reality. The only catch was that she demanded full access to it, which Lavellan could hardly deny her. Not that most of his Inner Circle didn’t have access to it, Dorian had actually hugged him when Lavellan had said he could use it.

So the elf sunk into the great marble bath, a complex dwarven arrangement able to pour hot water from a spring through the pool. It was carefully carved and large enough for multiple Iron Bull’s to sit side by side, an absolute pleasure to relax into. He cleaned and scrubbed from head to toe in water filled with warm smelling soaps, like oatmeal and honey and vanilla across his skin. They left his pale skin silky soft and smelling delicious. Iron Bull would often bury his nose in Lavellan’s neck and inhale deeply, groan that he smelled good enough to eat, leaving shivering and goosebumps to wreck havoc on Lavellan’s self control.

He’d pulled his hair from the braid he’d kept it back in while they were travelling and scrubbed it with soaps Dorian assured him would make it soft and fall smooth down his back. Whether or not it made a difference Lavellan wasn’t sure, but it smelled nice and that was good enough for him. He admired the way the soap bubbled and lathered as he massaged his scalp, eventually rinsing it away and leaving nothing but the deep chocolate shine of his hair behind.

He was preening. It sunk in as he rubbed lotion into his skin and arranged his hair as he dried it with fire on his fingers. He might as well of been one of the mallard ducks paddling around the ponds he had watched as a child. Fluffing his feathers and smoothing his plumage so as to impress his mate. Iron Bull would probably laugh at the comparison, then grin lazily and tell him how silly it was to spend so much grooming when he was just going to get very messy so soon after.

That was the idea he toyed with as he returned to his quarters wrapped up in a fluffy robe and slippers, thanking each of his pantheon that he encountered no one in the quiet passage. Snuggly robes and smelling like warm edible things was not the image of their brave Inquisitor that anyone within Skyhold needed to foster. Iron Bull was an exception, and he was only going this far because everything had to be perfect.

He checked the position of the sun in the sky outside his window as he re-entered his quarters. He'd told Iron Bull to meet him when the sun began to set and It was late enough in the afternoon that very soon it would be time. Close enough that it was time for his final preparations.

His cheeks flushed with arousal as he locked the door and shrugged the robe off of slender shoulders in front of the bed.

***

When Iron Bull knocked on the door it was more as a warning that he was there since he immediately slipped his key into the lock and opened it. Lavellan had given him very clear instructions for their 'date' after all, from when to come to what soaps to bathe with beforehand. Some kind of herb in it that was supposed to make you relax, but Iron Bull found it tickled his nose too much and broke him into sneezing fits. He might have cheated a bit with the soap and gotten one of the servants to switch it out for something similar that didn’t have the same reaction.

He was still whistling one of the tunes the tavern minstrel played as he walked up the steps, turning to face the rest of the room when he got to the top.

The qunari was grinning from ear to ear when he looked a very naked Lavellan up and down, noticed the collection of little bottles on the nightstand, the thin suede cover over the bed to protect the blankets. His eyes immediately snapped to the colorful red ribbon tied in a tight little bow at the base of Lavellan’s cock, clearly wrapped tight enough to keep his erection from either flagging or finding completion. Plump little balls, smooth and full were tied tight underneath, flushed and rosy and begging to be tugged and played with. The whistling stopped when Lavellan dropped a hand to his length to finger the pink head that eagerly leaked excitement over fingertips as he fondled it. A beckoning little curve of lips and the tilt of a head exposing long, soft neck was all the invitation Iron Bull needed.

Big grey hands settled on the elf’s sides as he closed the distance between them, groaning when he leaned down to kiss a pointed ear, nuzzling soft hair as he did so. “You smell good.” He grunted. Without much thought he let his hands take over, wrapping an arm around Lavellan’s waist and hauling him up, the elf’s legs wrapping around his hips easily as their lips met in a kiss. Lavellan’s bound length rubbed happily against Iron Bull’s bare stomach and the elf moaned into his lover’s mouth as he thrust his hips eagerly, leaving a wet pearly trail across the qunari’s skin.

Lavellan’s body was enveloped in warmth and strength as arms tightened around him, one of Iron Bull’s hands sliding down his back to cup the curve of his ass with a rough squeeze. The qunari groaned when his exploring fingertips found Lavellan’s entrance already thoroughly occupied, the glass base of a plug nestled tight against the stretched little opening, something much larger lodged firmly inside.

“Andraste’s tits.” Iron Bull groaned as he broke away from the kiss, nuzzling his nose against a slender elven neck. He inhaled deeply as he tugged at the base of the plug, pulling it just enough for Lavellan’s oil slickened little hole to stretch out wide around the flare of it causing the elf to whimper and squirm against Iron Bull’s body. “Fuck it’s a big one, too. Splitting yourself open for me?” He nipped Lavellan’s neck at the same time as he pushed the plug back in, earning a whole body shudder from the elf as he rocked back on the plug as it settled inside of him, clenching his muscles tight around it.

The elf was panting as he pulled his head back enough to press a kiss to Iron Bull’s jaw, slender fingers working their way to the harness across Bull’s chest, unbuckling it skillfully. “I'll be open and ready for you when you fuck me.” He breathed, his voice quiet but so full of heat that Iron Bull kissed him again. "By the time you get to have your way with me you won't wanna wait to stretch me out before you can pound me as hard as you want."

"Kadan, I'm gonna fuck you right now if you keep talking dirty like that." Iron Bull growled, squeezing Lavellan’s ass provocatively to pull round cheeks apart and expose the elf’s plugged hole fully. The qunari got a wide grin across his face when Lavellan bit at his throat.

“Don’t you dare, you’re going to behave and do as I tell you.” Lavellan spoke against the bite mark before kissing it apologetically. He pulled the harness away before tugging himself from Iron Bull’s grasp, unwinding his legs from around the qunari’s hips and getting his feet under him before taking a step away. The plug shifted as he moved, rubbing against tender areas that made his dick tremble and his balls ache, but he didn’t allow it to distract him. He dropped the harness across the arm of one of the nearby living chairs before crossing his arms and admiring Iron Bull for a moment. He tried to have a critical gaze, as if he was sizing the qunari up and judging his worth. In response the qunari grinned wide and flexed his arms, striking a pose to show off his bulky muscles.

“Like what you see, Kadan?” The qunari smirked and Lavellan chuckled with a sigh, giving up on his attempt to be stern.

“Such a show off.” He said fondly as he closed the distance between them, pale hands tucking into Iron Bull’s wide belt and working at the buckle there. “My watchword is Katoh, what’s yours, The Iron Bull?” He asked sweetly, mimicking the system and rules that Iron Bull always followed so closely before they began their play.

Iron Bull seemed to appreciate this if his smile was anything to go by. “Katoh. Should make it easy for us to remember.”

“You’ll have to follow rules same as I do.” Lavellan said as the buckle of the qunari’s belt gave way, the elf pulling away the heavy leather and laying it over the chair along with his harness, admiring the way his colorful baggy pants started to sink dangerously low on his hips. Hard angles of well defined hip bones were at odds with the soft curve of the qunari’s belly, though Lavellan knew full well just how powerful the muscles underneath where. The laces that only barely kept Iron Bull’s pants from falling down were tented over a very obvious bulge, Lavellan’s breath caught as his bound length throbbed wantonly against his stomach from the view.

“My eye is up here, Kadan.” Iron Bull teased, his big hands sliding down his sides to tuck his thumbs in the waist of his pants, tugging down ever so slightly so that those laces strained against the hardness they were caught on. Like Lavellan could look anywhere else with a show like that.

“Hands at your sides, you naughty qunari.” Lavellan managed to get out, forcing himself to meet the man’s gaze and blushing at the fiendish delight on Iron Bull’s face. Despite it Iron Bull complied with Lavellan’s order readily enough. The easy going hum the man let out, the relaxation in his posture, the fact he was still smiling and so obviously content was all enough to make Lavellan’s insides all warm and fuzzy, even as his outsides responded much more physically.

Giving control over to him wasn’t something Iron Bull had any issue doing, he wasn’t making a fuss or sulking or acting out in any way. He was playing along and having fun with it and enjoying himself. It was perfect.

“The first rule is the same, answer questions quickly and honestly.”

“Got it, Kadan. I bet I can obey the no magic rule pretty good, too.”

Lavellan tilted his head a bit, looking thoughtful. “I want to use magic tonight. Are you going to be okay with that?”

Iron Bull paused, seemed to consider it as his eye glanced down to Lavellan’s hands for a moment in a thoughtful manner. “Never had magic used on me during sex before, honestly. We’ll try it and I’ve got my safe word if it doesn’t work for me, right?”

The Iron Bull trusted him implicitly with something he wasn’t necessarily comfortable with. Lavellan knew he was grinning like a fool, he took a step closer and leaned forward to press a kiss to the Iron Bull’s chest, smiling happily as he nuzzled his nose across the broad expanse of muscle when he was done.

“Yes. I promise it won’t be scary, you’ll like it a lot.” Iron Bull leaned down with hands still obediently at his sides, but when he dipped his head Lavellan took the open invitation and they shared a kiss, Lavellan breathless when he pulled away. “I’m not allowed to use magic so that I don’t phase out of bindings, or teleport away or light the bed on fire. You’re not allowed to break out of bindings just because they’re not strong enough, or overpower me just because you think you can. Got it?”

“Think I can?” Iron bull teased, lips pulled wide to show off sharp canines before the qunari settled on a smirk. “Fine, I won’t cheat. Though that leather you got rigged up on the headboard would probably hold pretty good. I’d probably break the headboard before--”

“That headboard cost a fortune! The servants glared at me for weeks when I made them haul that thing up all those stairs. You wouldn’t!”

“I’ll follow the rules, Kadan.” Iron Bull grinned, rolling his shoulders as if thinking about how he could flex his muscles and pull at bindings despite his innocent words. Lavellan smirked and gave his side a light slap.

“You’d better. You can’t come without my approval, either. So I hope you’re ready for some payback there because you’ve earned it buddy.”

“Shit.” Iron Bull muttered and Lavellan snickered.

“Yeah. You’re lucky I’m planning on draining you dry tonight qunari, because one day I’m going to return the favor.”

“Now now, playtime should never be driven by vengeance, Kadan.” Iron Bull said solemnly, doing his absolute best to sound serious and concerned. His expression broke into a snicker when Lavellan gave him a very dry I'm not buying it look.

"Speaking of which, no counting points tonight, either."

"Oh? This is starting to sound like I'm in for a lot of suffering." The qunari didn't seem to mind this, especially when Lavellan’s hands settled to his hips and pushed him back towards the bed, the bigger man letting himself be guided.

"You got that right, qunari. You can beg for mercy if you want. I like begging.” He challenged with a spark in his eye as he gave a wicked grin, slender fingers dipping into the waistband of Iron Bull’s pants and pulling sharply, hauling them partway down the qunari’s thighs. The big man’s cock sprung free when the laces released him, the massive length bouncing up against his stomach, impressively hard already.

“Feisty! I like that! Gonna need to work hard to get me to beg, little elf.” Iron Bull grunted, letting Lavellan push him down onto the edge of the bed and spread his legs wide, giving the elf a hell of a show as his pants were pulled tight around his knees.

“I’ll work you hard, alright.” Lavellan growled, enjoying the fact that he had some height on Iron Bull when the man was sitting like this, even if it was a pitiful couple inches. Still gave him a bit of a rush to grab one of the man’s horns and pull his head back, kissing rough lips when they came into angle for him. Iron Bull let out a happy groan, letting Lavellan control the kiss as much as he wanted, suckling the little pink tongue the elf was using to try and plunder the qunari’s mouth.

When they broke apart Lavellan dropped to his knees between Iron Bull’s legs, slowly with a bitten off keen because of the plug buried deep inside of him. He didn’t pull the wide pants down any further than Iron Bull’s knees, instead of what the man clearly was hoping for Lavellan focused his hands and attentions lower down, pulling off one of his boots.

When deft little fingers settled on the remaining boot Iron Bull leaned down to protest as Lavellan’s attentions turned to the brace. “I can get that for you.” He grunted.

“You can do absolutely nothing and let me take care of you.” Lavellan growled, nipping lightly at the hand that had reached out to touch his shoulder. Iron Bull snatched it back with a bit of a chuckle, sticking out his foot to make it easier for Lavellan to inspect.

“Yes, Kadan.” He sighed fondly. Lavellan smiled to himself while he fingered around the latch, knowing from watching Iron Bull do it time and time again where to find it, just unsure how to unhook it as he’d never done it himself before. “Pinch in and pull up.” Iron Bull muttered helpfully, voice low as if he wouldn’t get in trouble if he sounded apologetic about it. Lavellan couldn’t help but be amused as he followed the instructions.

He pulled up and the brace made a loud click before it separated into two pieces, letting Lavellan split them wide so he could pull the boot off Iron Bull’s foot. The man wore thick wool socks which the elf dutifully pulled off before he tucked them into Iron Bull’s boots and set them to the side. That matter tended, he wiggled a little closer between Iron Bull’s legs, pulling his pants down his knees and off his legs, using agonizingly slow moments to fold the big things and set them next to his boots.

He was aware of Iron Bull’s eye on hlm following all of his movements with rapt attention, the qunari no doubt eager to see what Lavellan was going to do with him now that he had him completely undressed. The elf was grinning from ear to ear as he scooted close before he leaned upwards and wrapped slender arms around Iron Bull’s waist to press wet little kisses across the man’s stomach.

He squeezed close and Iron Bull groaned when his cock pressed demandingly against Lavellan’s chest and collar bone, the elf able to feel wetness left behind. The qunari clearly was putting a vast amount of effort into not rocking his hips to thrust his length against skin. Purposefully ignoring his plight Lavellan continued to press kisses to the man’s stomach, sliding lower and smiling against scarred grey skin when the head of Iron Bull’s cock jutted against his throat while he nibbled at the lower edge of the qunari’s belly button.

He was teasing. Listening to the qunari’s breathing, the little hitches when Lavellan applied teeth and tongue made the agonizingly slow pace completely worthwhile. Finally he settled comfortably onto his knees, putting himself at just the right height to rub his cheek against the length of Iron Bull’s cock, kissing carefully trimmed pubes while hands slid down to wrap around the base of that thick length and cup heavy balls with the other. When he breathed deep he smelled soaps and clean skin, the qunari's natural scent so much different than Lavellan's own. Like stone and earth and power, sexy and demanding. Grey skin was dark at the base of the qunari’s length, progressively lightening the closer to the tip it got until it suddenly blossomed pink where his paler foreskin retracted.

He teased the pink glans with his tongue, lipping the foreskin and admiring the way it retracted further as Iron Bull got harder still, giving a slow stroke from base to tip and admiring the way his fingers and thumb could barely close halfway around, the way veins bulged and cock pulsed while he carefully traced the big head with his tongue.

“Fuck, Kadan.” Iron Bull finally groaned, hands lifting from where he’d been keeping them on his knees, settling into the elf’s hair and trying desperately not to force Lavellan’s head or attentions where he wanted it.

The elf grinned while rubbing lips against the thickest part of Iron Bull’s cock, letting him feel his smile. “Hands to yourself, qunari.” He ordered sweetly, looking up with bright green eyes and catching Iron Bull’s gaze, desperately wanting to wrap his hand around his tied off cock and jerk himself right there while the man watched him with unabashed amounts of lust.

He’d always felt powerful and sexy when he was able to pleasure Iron Bull like this, he knew how talented his mouth was when he wrapped it around the qunari’s length, knew how much the man loved it. It was twice as potent when he watched Iron Bull’s hands grip his knees a little tighter as he fought to obey his orders. He could sit upon a throne and have the power to judge the fate of hundreds of lives, but this was the power he truly craved. This was what could satisfy him.

He started by licking and suckling the fleshy swell of Iron Bull’s balls, then licked and kissed a long line up to the very tip. When he swirled his tongue along the thick head Iron Bull grunted his appreciation, though it turned into a strained sort of groan when Lavellan sunk the crown of that cock deep into his mouth, suckling greedily at it with cheeks hollowed and tongue active as he stretched his jaw to the limit to take as much in as he could.

Iron Bull’s breath turned to pants as he groaned words of praise and encouragement, So good, Your mouth feels so good, Kadan. Those praises quickly turned to soft curses when Lavellan pulled off with a lewd popping sound, still making complete eye contact as he licked away the slick wetness on his lips. Lavellan used Iron Bull’s thighs to pull himself upwards, sliding against the qunari’s body as he stood slowly. Every little movement and tensing of muscles drew the plug tight into his body where it rubbed against his achingly sensitive prostate.

He arched his hips as he straightened, jutting them out so that his stiff cock rubbed against Iron Bull’s and gave him enough friction that he let out a harsh little whimper. He didn’t protest when Iron Bull’s hands wrapped around his hips for a moment, when the qunari’s lips fell to his neck and kissed. When big fingers ghosted over his straining length he shivered and moaned, his head falling back easily which the qunari took advantage of, biting at his throat.

Those fingers tested the red silk bindings around his dick and balls, Lavellan trembling and straining and doing his damndest to be impervious to the teasing. Iron Bull let out a grunt against his neck after a moment of teasing, sliding his hand back to cup Lavellan’s side and giving a soft kiss to the bite mark on the elf’s throat.

“You did good, not too tight, but good and snug.” He said appreciatively, his voice low and throaty. Lavellan let out a happy sigh as he raised his hands to rest them atop Iron Bull’s horns, smiling openly at the man who grinned and tilted his head to the side. “Want me to take care of that, Boss? I can serve you real good.”

“Nope.” Lavellan smiled, his answer immediate even though he did enjoy that idea a great deal, which was painfully obvious from the way his dick was straining and leaking. “I want you to get up on the bed and lay on your stomach. Got you pillows to prop your horns up with, should make you comfortable. Hands down at your sides and legs spread.” He released the man and stepped back a bit to give him room to follow through.

He loved the authority he managed to get into his voice, could tell by the little grin the Iron Bull had as he obeyed that he must have liked it too. The qunari climbed onto the bed without much preamble, arranging the cushions Lavellan had put there so that they were spaced to support either horn. He spared one last grin over his shoulder, then sunk into the mattress with a whole lot of grace for such a big man.

He slid a hand down his stomach between himself and the mattress to palm his cock downwards before he lowering his hips and pinning it to the bed between powerful grey thighs. Lavellan groaned at the sight on display, deciding to ignore the qunari’s cocky snicker as he climbed onto the foot of the bed to admire the prone man.

The pillows supported the qunari’s head so his spine was straight, as Lavellan had hoped. Bulky shoulders were covered in scars and so much grey skin Lavellan was itching to touch it. His hips narrowed, the qunari’s ass a sexy curve of muscle sporting scars even there. Huge muscled thighs and calves, but what immediately drew Lavellan’s attention was the heavy set of balls that hung down and the leaking pink tip of his thick cock pointing back at Lavellan, pinned to the bed but still just as excited as ever.

“Your back is amazing, you know that?” Lavellan finally spoke, realizing he was rather rubbish at talking during their play, his need to do physical things short circuiting the part of his brain that could come up with words. Iron Bull would always talk to him at times like this, soothe any nerves of being so exposed, get him relaxed just with the sound of his voice. Lavellan wasn’t sure he was capable of that, so instead he crawled forward, biting back his whimper as he shifted around the plug inside of him. He was overwhelmed with what he wanted to touch first, straddling one of Iron Bull’s thighs and letting out a soft little noise of frustration as he stroked the skin of Iron Bull’s side.

The qunari’s muscles moved as the man lifted himself up for a moment, drawing an elbow underneath him so he could tilt his head to look at Lavellan with his good eye. “Hey, Kadan?” Iron Bull asked, immediately getting Lavellan’s attention as the elf snapped his head up to look at the man. “I’m not goin’ anywhere. Take your time.”

Lavellan let out a little hum and smiled, deciding to forgive the qunari for breaking position because the bastard was far too perceptive for his own good. Sliding his fingers up Iron Bull’s back he crawled forward to straddle the man’s hips, leaning over him to pluck one of the little bottles of oil off the nightstand before he lowered himself to lay a series of kisses across Iron Bull’s neck as the man relaxed back into his pillows.

“I’m gonna explore every part of you.” Lavellan purred against skin, nuzzling into the side of a neck and nipping at the backs of thick pointed ears.

“Whatever you want, Kadan.” Iron Bull agreed, his voice muffled as he spoke. Lavellan smiled as he rubbed the qunari’s scalp, enjoying the rough feel of shaved hair as he did.

After he’d earned a pleased groan from the scalp massage, Lavellan’s determination was fully restored. He plucked up the little bottle and pulled the cork out with his teeth. He poured some of the oil into his hands before he ducked his head to inhale the pleasant scent, smiling as he rubbed his hands together before resting them on either side of the back of Iron Bull’s neck.

“Your job is going to be to relax completely.” Lavellan ordered, slender hands surprisingly strong as he squeezed the thick muscles teasingly. “I’ll show you what I want to do now, so you can decide whether you like it.”

Iron Bull grunted his agreement, still pliant and trusting as Lavellan lifted one of his hands for a moment to concentrate on bringing the proper amount of magic forward to fulfill his task. When he was pleased he snapped his fingers and a little crackle of electricity danced around his fingertips. The taste of magic was in the air, the sound and the smell clear. Iron Bull tensed underneath him but didn’t say anything, wary and uncertain but ultimately trusting his lover.

“Like those little runes, right?” Lavellan spoke, before carefully trailing light fingertips across the curve of Iron Bull’s shoulders to his traps, the large muscles tensing underneath the arc of electricity that danced across his skin. “You okay?”

“Yeah, this is fine.” Iron Bull grunted, even as his muscles tensed everywhere Lavellan’s fingers went. “Kinda tickles. Twitchy.”

Lavellan smiled, leaning down and pressing lips to the back of Iron Bull’s neck, arching his back and sighing at the feel of the plug inside of him as he did so. “This is surface, lots of crackling and light. I want to use it like...this.” He pressed his fingers deeper into muscle then, picking the most tense spot across Iron Bull’s shoulders as he did so and concentrating enough to send the electricity past the surface of the skin deep into the muscle. He was too gentle at first, but when he applied a bit more magic to the big muscle he finally got it to spasm ever so slightly, Iron Bull letting out a harsh groan as he forced himself to relax, to trust.

When Lavellan was satisfied he let up on the magic, stopped the careful massage of the big slab of muscle and smiled as the whole thing relaxed under his hand as Iron Bull moaned and relaxed into the mattress. “Okay?”

“That felt amazing.” Iron Bull groaned, completely uninhibited as he lifted his head. “Like it just reset all the tension in my shoulder. Shit, Kadan. Why didn’t you tell me you could do that?”

“I wasn’t sure I was still any good at it.” Lavellan said with a bit of a chuckle, his cheeks flushed with the praise, with the reception to the magic he wasn’t sure Iron Bull would like. With oil slickened hands he worked that shoulder, squeezing and rubbing and finding it much more relaxed. He let out a hum of pleasure, squirming where he was sitting on Iron Bull’s lower back. “The First was the one who knew how to do it well. Sprains and muscle damage of any kind he could set right with just a bit of this. He tried to teach me.” Lavellan trailed off a bit then, sighing happily at the sight of grey skin shiny with oil, trying his best not to imagine how good the qunari would look glistening like this from head to toe. He’d find out soon enough.

“Fuck that guy.” Iron Bull rumbled and Lavellan couldn’t help but laugh.

“He wasn’t a bad teacher. I just didn’t want to learn from him. I was purposefully obtuse and used the training as an opportunity to hurt him “accidently.” He told me all my power was good for was harming others and we left it at that.” He placed his hands on the trapezius muscle on the other side of Iron Bull’s neck and with a bit of concentration sunk the gentle magic deep into this muscle again, Iron Bull groaning his appreciation and relaxing further. “I started studying it and practicing in private just to spite him. Never really had use for it though.”

“This ‘aint your usual magic.” Iron Bull got out when Lavellan began massaging the muscle, skillful fingers teasing out tension in the qunari’s shoulders and earning pleased grunts when the elf’s thumbs worked the strong muscle running up the back of a thick neck to connect to the qunari’s skull. “It’s way better.”

“He explained it like, our bodies are full of little sparks of energy that flow. Nerves in your body, sending signals. Sometimes if you’re tense or hurt then it stops those little sparks from going where they should. If you open those paths back up again like this, it gets everything flowing like it should again. It’s not just mages that enjoy it, see?”

Iron Bull let out a hum of agreement, before his shoulders tightened with a chuckle. “I’m not rutting with the mattress begging for more yet, either.”

Lavellan blushed right up to his ears, clearing his throat. “Yes well, maybe I’m a little more sensitive to this sort of magic.” He smirked then as he twisted his hips to angle the base of the plug against the curve of Iron Bull’s spine so that he could bounce against it lightly, letting out a little gasp as he did, clenching tight around the plug and feeling his cock jerk in appreciation. “I think you’re entirely to blame for my sensitivity to a lot of things.” He panted as he leaned forward again to return to his work.

“So it’s my fault you love cock the size of your ar--”

“Yes. Quiet down, qunari. You’re supposed to be relaxing.” Lavellan tried to snap and sound stern but he was blushing and warm. He ordered himself to focus as Iron Bull’s chuckling stopped and the qunari relaxed back into the pillows, allowing him to concentrate again.

It was an erotic experience, being able to put his hands all over Iron Bull like this. He loved every second of it and often took a small break to rub his length across solid muscle or lean back to grind against the plug buried inside of him. It went beyond just the sexual enjoyment though, especially as he began to sink his magic deep into solid muscle and find the tangles and knots of old wounds and scars that had never healed properly.

Iron Bull carried himself tall, he never let on to the pain he might be in or the impact the little wounds he picked up on their travels might of had. He was used to pain, it was as part of his life as swinging an axe or drinking. It didn’t mean that wounds didn’t hurt, it didn’t mean that muscles didn’t get knotted and tense and sore. Lavellan had known of the tension in his lover’s body but hadn’t realized just how much the qunari simply dealt with. He’d treasured the fact that after a long session of sex, Iron Bull would collapse sweaty and exhausted and completely drained of tension.

This was different though, this was better. Lavellan could feel the hurt in big muscles and gently shake them into relaxing with his magic. Could massage with slick fingers until the qunari’s was soft and relaxed under his hands. Iron Bull would tense when fingers strayed upon a sore spot, groan when magic sunk into it. When it relaxed and unwound, laid flat as it should and the flow restored, the noise of utter contentment and happiness made Lavellan practically glow.

He worked on the qunari’s huge shoulders and neck first, knowing how much strength was there and how every little kink he smoothed would make it that much easier for the qunari to swing his axe the next day. Then he worked down the man’s arms, surprised when he found a massive ball of knot and pain on the underside of one. “What happened here?” He asked quietly as he paused to put more oil on his hands.

“Ah, got my arm wrenched a couple weeks ago when some asshole tried to disarm me.” Lavellan blinked suspiciously at the wording.

“You don’t mean ‘disarm’ like take away your weapon when you say that, huh.”

“Nah. I gave him an opening and he tried to take my arm off.” Iron Bull snorted, though Lavellan was amused by how relaxed the qunari still was as he spoke. “He had a flail though, stupid ass. So I pinned it and then he had no weapon. Might have been different if he’d been using something sharp.”

“Why didn’t I notice? You should have said something!”

“I tipped back a potion and moved on, we were ass deep in ‘vints at the time.”

“But you should have told me--”

“The potion fixed it up. Stitches worked on the bruising. I took care of it, it’s fine.” Lavellan grumbled, feeling guilty and responsible as he slid oiled hands under Iron Bull’s arm, letting his fingertips work into the aching muscle there. Not that he ever really got the chance to examine the qunari like this before. Iron Bull sighed deeply when fingers began to work on the knot of healing muscle. “Kadan, if you haven’t noticed I’m covered in scars from shit that hurt way worse than anything on me right now. You make me feel good no matter what you do to me, don’t worry about it.”

Iron Bull’s voice was still muffled from talking into the mattress, making Lavellan smile to himself before his fingers sparked and he pressed them into aching muscles. Iron Bull hissed and snarled and tensed while the tender spot was assaulted, but the elf did not let up until he felt the flow return, knew that it’d still be tender and sore but it could heal itself much easier now. He pressed lips to the area in a light kiss before he straightened up, leaning down over the qunari’s body to devolve into kisses across the back of his neck, nips to the tips of ears and light fingers tickling smoothly down the qunari’s sides.

“I won’t feel bad for worrying about you.” Lavellan finally murmured against grey skin, before returning to his massage. “I know how determined you are about not putting any burden on me, but this,” he pressed forward then, rubbing his bound length against the small of Iron Bull’s back, “Is hardly a burden.”

Iron Bull muttered something but Lavellan let him away with it, smiling to himself as he continued the massage. Sparks arced from his fingers as he rubbed lower down Iron Bull’s back, shimmying down Iron Bull’s thighs and taking advantage of the fact that it allowed him to grind satisfyingly against the hard muscle of Iron Bull’s ass. The qunari moved with it, arching his back to shove his ass up, taking Lavellan’s breath away when it became so easy to just hump along the cleft of two solid cheeks.

“Y-you’re being bad, stop it.” Lavellan groaned, forcing himself to pull his hips upwards and away, glancing guiltily down at the trail of pearly white he had left against grey skin.

“What’s wrong Kadan? Starting to understand the torture you put me through every time we’re together? Want to stop what you’re doing, cancel all your plans and just fuck me instead?”

“N-no…” Lavellan groaned, rather unconvincingly at that as he reached down to squeeze cruel fingers tight around the base of his cock, trying to drive away some of his arousal so that he could focus. Damn qunari wasn’t helping at all.

“You sure about that? I’ve got a damn tight ass, I could flex and squeeze around you like a vice--”

“Stop, you wicked qunari!” Lavellan ordered, smacking the flat of his hand across the tight ass in question as he blushed. “You’re going to take what I want you to take, nothing else. Now relax you fiend, or else I’ll make you relax.”

Iron Bull chuckled at the threat before relaxing back into the pillows, draining the tension out of his muscles as he’d been told to do. Lavellan was thoughtful as he sunk oiled fingertips deep into the muscles above Iron Bull’s hips, working them with the palms of his hands as well as he hummed to himself. He straddled one of Iron Bull’s thick thighs as he worked, smiling to himself when his knee nudged itself close to the qunari’s cock, able to feel it twitch and strain against the mattress it was pinned down against.

Iron Bull had far more self control than Lavellan ever could possess, that much was clear. When Lavellan would stretch himself out across their bed, rock his hips up into the air, sink his shoulders down and beg, Iron Bull’s response was always controlled and if he wasn’t ready to give in he would simply swat the elf’s ass and continue on with his schemes. Lavellan was not near so capable.

When he began to massage the firm muscle of Iron Bull’s glutes he smiled at the way the qunari groaned and rocked his hips, the muscles stiff and eager for the tremor of electricity as he fed it through them. He was tempted to use slick fingers to spread the qunari open, wondering if Iron Bull enjoyed being penetrated even half as much as Lavellan did. For now he stayed focused on the massage, moving hands down lower glutes and thighs, admiring the massive slabs of muscle as he worked them. His hands were getting tired, elven hands not built to be able to maul a qunari’s muscle into submission. He cheated with magic, let it relax when the strength of his grip was unable to.

When he reached the qunari’s feet he tickled the soles lightly with fingertips, earning a grunt and a light kick of the foot in his hands when he did so but little more. It really wasn’t fair that Iron Bull’s feet weren’t ticklish, payback would have been wonderful because the qunari had given him no end of grief once finding out that Lavellan’s feet were.

He turned his attention to the qunari’s other foot, wrapping his hands around the thick ankle and frowning at the scars that marked it. Normally it was braced and supported to make up for an chronic weakness within it, though Lavellan could honestly admit that before now other than noticing the scars across it he’d never really investigated it much.

The qunari had sunk into a state of bliss under his hands and he didn’t want to ruin that by asking about how the man had hurt his foot in the first place, so instead he focused on teasing the old injury with a bit of magic, testing the flow and finding it choppy which was not that big of a surprise. What did surprise him was how the qunari reacted to the attention, letting out a stifled groan and flexing his toes almost contentedly as the elf did his best to soothe old injuries.

“The nerves are damaged.” Lavellan said softly, squeezing the ankle slightly while letting out another soft pulse of magic, following it as it danced inside, trying to track where the biggest hindrances to the flow were. “Does your ankle hurt often?”

The response he got was an affirmative sort of grunt, a low hiss following that when Lavellan touched more magic to it. “It’s not so bad.” It probably wasn’t a lie, because Iron Bull was probably comparing it to being chomped on by a dragon or something equally horrendous. "You're making my toes tingle with that magic crap.”

Which meant some of the magic was getting through, definitely positive news. “Are your toes numb often? What’s your circulation like?”

“Andraste’s tits, I thought we were supposed to be having sex tonight.” Iron Bull growled, clearly frustrated. “I can think of a thousand better things you could be doing right now--”

“This is my night, qunari. That means you do what I want you to without complaining and hope that I’m merciful enough to reward you for it.” He earned a frustrated sound from Iron Bull with his words before he tapped the back of his calf expectantly. “Now, since I’d rather not punish you for breaking the rules…”

He trailed off expectantly and earned several low mutters from the qunari, the elf quietly glad that nothing he did tonight was allowed to be counted against him later because he’d probably earned fifty points by now. “Miserable elf, my circulation is shit in that foot and it’s numb more often than it’s not. That’s what the brace is for. It’s no big deal.”

“It is if I can fix it.”

“The healers couldn’t fix it when it was new, that wound is almost a decade old--”

“Then it’s a good thing I’m not a healer, isn’t it?” Lavellan challenged before sliding fingers underneath Iron Bull’s ankle and humming in concentration. “You’re the one always going on about pressure points and nerves--”

“Stabbing a guy through a nerve center to numb his arm or disable him is hardly the same as, ahh!” Iron Bull cut off as he shouted, several qunlat swears following close after as Lavellan dug his magic in deep with intense concentration. The flow was stopped by dead and damaged nerves, stifled in the few places that had not quite healed properly but were still functional. So he pinpointed the circuit of electricity through it, something so careful and precise he trembled as he focused, far greater exertion than any spell he’d ever cast. It worked, because suddenly the flow was right and there was a rush of life and warmth in a limb that had been dull and cool before.

Iron Bull’s curses were starting to peeter out, his huge body relaxing back into the mattress. After several long moments of some kind of confused silence, the qunari started to wiggle his toes curiously. “Roll over onto your back.” Lavellan ordered quietly as he straightened up slowly and unfolded himself to shift to the edge of the bed and give Iron Bull room to move.

The qunari didn’t say anything, though his body was clearly puddy and fighting his demands of it, making the process of flopping over onto his back far more complicated. Lavellan guided him with a hand on a broad chest, pulling up cushions to support the qunari’s neck as he propped up his shoulders and head against the padded headboard.

Satisfied with the qunari’s comfort he turned his attention back to the man’s face, finding Iron Bull staring at his foot with a sort of confused awe that made Lavellan smile from ear to ear. “How does it feel?”

“Like some asshole rammed a lighting bolt through it.” The qunari answered immediately, before pointedly flexing his foot again. “But all the pins and needles are gone and it’s getting warm, there’s feeling.” He turned his head then to look straight at the elf, so open and vulnerable which Lavellan had never seen before. “You fixed it?”

“No, you’ll still need the brace. I can’t do anything about muscles or bone, they’ll still be damaged.”

“Yeah but it doesn’t fucking hurt.” Iron Bull said before reaching out and grabbing Lavellan’s shoulders, roles and rules forgotten momentarily as the qunari pulled him in and claimed his mouth with a kiss, big hands digging into hair and ravaging Lavellan’s mouth with single minded intent. It was emotion and gratitude and awe all wrapped into one big kiss and Lavellan was helpless against it, had no choice but to melt into it and wrap his arms around Iron Bull’s neck.

When the qunari finally released him enough to allow him to pull back for air, his eye was bright and he was smiling. Lavellan returned the smile with a tender softness, pressing his nose and forehead to Iron Bull’s and touching the stubble of his jaw. “Why didn’t you ever tell me it hurt? I would have offered to rub it for you before.”

“Same reason I didn’t complain about my arm. I’d rather you rub other things. Besides, I had a healer look at it a while back when I came down south, they said it was healed and there was nothing they could do.”

“A proper healer could have fixed the nerves along with everything else when the injury was first tended to. You probably didn’t have access to one, because Seheron is a nightmare.”

“You guessed it.” Iron Bull said with a sound of resignation before his attention was pulled from their conversation when Lavellan leaned over him to pull at the heavy leather straps on the edge of the headboard. “Is this where you tie me up and extract payment for your services from my helpless body?”

“Yeah.” Lavellan grinned, a gleam in his eye as he reached down to one of Iron Bull’s arms and directed it to the head board, buckling the leather straps to pin it once it was in place. It was the proper height, Lavellan was thankful he’d put some forethought into it, letting Iron Bull’s arm still be relaxed but forced out straight from his body. Soon the other one was pinned the same way and Lavellan smiled at his handiwork as the qunari carefully flexed to test the strength of his bonds.

“Now then, back to what I was doing.” Lavellan said with a thoughtful sort of look as he reached slender fingers up to touch the smooth leather strap wrapped around Iron Bull’s horn, the base for his eyepatch. The elf could feel as the man underneath him tensed, however Iron Bull made no other move to protest or prevent Lavellan from following through with his plan, unbuckling the leather strap and carefully pulling away the eye patch from Iron Bull’s face and neck.

“You’re too damn curious, you know that?” Iron Bull grumbled, though Lavellan saw it for the almost self-conscious concern it was. He’d never really seen the wound that had taken the qunari’s eye this close before, the knot of scars where an eye socket belonged, damaged and cut out and gnarled, as he studied it Lavellan realized he was almost as tense as Iron Bull.

“You’re amazing, you know that?” Lavellan finally whispered, leaning forward to press a kiss straight to the scarred tissue of the qunari’s brow, where his eyebrow would have been at one point. “Krem has to know how damn lucky he is that you are a very strange qunari.”

Iron Bull snorted, focusing his good eye on the elf and giving him a lopsided grin. “You wouldn’t guess a normal qunari if you met one. You’re far too strange yourself.”

Lavellan scoffed though he didn’t argue the point, mostly because Iron Bull was completely right. Instead he leaned down and kissed the flat of the qunari’s nose, then his lips in a chaste press, pulling away before Iron Bull had a chance to deepen it. Then he nibbled across a stubbled jawline down to a pointed ear, smiling into it as he licked and nibbled and suckled the sensitive skin.

When Iron Bull let out little pants and hisses Lavellan was only encouraged to earn more, licking a long line down the strong tendons in the qunari’s neck and biting at collar bones. Skilled fingertips traced across the thick muscles of bound arms before dancing down across the thick chest curved below him. “If your back or shoulders start to hurt let me know.” He murmured before pressing his lips to the dark tattooed designs of Iron Bull’s chest, licking, kissing and biting across pectorals until he found the soft dark circle of his nipple.

Iron Bull let out a quiet groan as lips closed around it before sucking hard on the tender flesh. It was the perfect distraction because the qunari didn’t notice when Lavellan’s hand ghosted across to the other nipple, not until there was a spark and a crackle of electricity between fingertips that flicked the nipple lightly.

That got his attention in a hurry. The qunari cursed loudly before he hissed out a harsh breath between his teeth, chest heaving as he breathed through the sensations as Lavellan continued the combined torture of his electrified fingers and soft mouth which was beginning to tease with sharp little teeth.

He pulled back only to switch sides, grinning against the pert nipple in his mouth when the slick of his saliva only amplified the spark across the little nub, earning louder noises and curses from the qunari who was struggling to stay relaxed in his bonds. “Cruel little mage, you are.” He finally breathed out when Lavellan finally relented, grinning down at the qunari from where he was perched on his stomach.

“You love it.” Lavellan challenged, no question in his voice as he stretched himself out for the qunari’s viewing pleasure. He reached behind him to wrap a still slick hand around the thick shaft jutting up towards him, squeezing it to test just how hard it was, his grin growing when it jerked in his grasp and smeared precum across his hand.

“Never tried to say I didn’t.” Iron Bull groaned, rolling his hips to thrust into that slender fist. He didn’t even seem surprised when Lavellan took that touch away. “I love everything you do to me.” His eye was hooded and looking at him with pure lust, the qunari’s body still relaxed from the massage but beginning to tense with an entirely different kind of energy. This was the type of attention that Lavellan was more than willing to bestow. Turning the qunari’s body into a relaxed slump was rewarding in it’s own way, but now that the man was free of knots or tension or pain it was time to rile him up.

Lavellan knew he must have looked downright conniving because Iron Bull was smirking when the elf’s mouth fell to the qunari’s stomach. It took some tender maneuvering to slide down the thick body underneath him and settle between the qunari’s legs, hunched over so that he could feel the hard cock pinned under his throat as he kissed down the qunari’s stomach and dipped a pointed tongue into his belly button, teasing fire in his eyes as he kept Iron Bull’s gaze.

Continued to keep it even as he lowered his mouth and body further to where the qunari obviously wanted it most, wrapping a slender hand tight around the base of his hard length as he lapped at the head with little darts of a pink tongue. Gaze intense and heated Iron Bull groaned, smart enough to keep his hips firm to the mattress even though his dick still twitched happily against Lavellan’s lips.

The head was thick and bulbous and Lavellan enjoyed curling his tongue along the underside of the glans and sucking away the slick that leaked from the wide slit. He also enjoyed using the barest tip of his tongue to tease the pronounced frenulum under the head, finding the involuntary jerk of hips and sharp curse just as satisfying as the pulse of the member in his hands. Lavellan raised himself up, hands on each of Iron Bull’s thighs as he concentrated on his task, dark chocolaty hair tumbling over his shoulder to brush against grey skin as he worked.

“Shit, you have no idea how sexy you look right now.” Iron Bull growled, his control beginning to crumble under the talented tongue that was so focused on undoing him. Lavellan looked up with a flash of green eyes, meeting the qunari’s gaze and blushing under the intensity despite his lack of shame. “Oil all over you making your skin shine and your body looking so good, little dick tied up and desperate to be played with, ass full, ready to be pounded and your fuckin mouth.” Iron Bull groaned loudly, Lavellan’s response to the praise to open his mouth wide and sink the qunari’s head deep until it nudged against the back of his throat. “Fuck, your face all flushed like you don’t think you were made for this. You’re like some damn desire demon hungry for my cock.”

As usual the qunari’s words went straight to his groin like a rush of fire through his blood, his poor length straining miserably against it’s bonds, neglected entirely as Lavellan moaned around the hard flesh in his mouth. He closed his eyes because he found it far easier to concentrate that way, hollowing out his cheeks as he sucked, relaxing his throat to take the qunari deeper into it before pulling back, bobbing his head down shortly after and swallowing it deep again. Hungry indeed.

Iron Bull’s responses grew louder each time, the groans and growls all primal and eager, curses and encouragements spilling in equal measure. The wet noises of Lavellan’s mouth were rising in volume too as the elf challenged his throat, forced it open and fighting the need to cough or gag, pulling off only to gasp for breath and lick up the wet mixture of spit and pre-cum that had escaped the seal of his lips before swallowing it down again. Slick hands were wrapped around the base of the qunari’s length, stroking and squeezing tightly everywhere Lavellan’s mouth could not reach providing a sheathe for hips to rock against, the qunari’s control too far gone now to completely still his movements.

He looked up, saw Iron Bull with his head back and his eye fluttered shut, chest heaving as he panted for breath so he could curse some more. When he seemed to feel Lavellan watching him he opened his eye, met his gaze and shuddered as he moaned. “Kadan, I’m gonna come if you keep--”

Lavellan squeezed a little tighter, his upward stroke firmer as he swallowed hard around the length buried into his throat, never breaking eye contact as he hummed his approval, giving the qunari the permission he needed. The vibration, the scene before him, the blissful ecstasy of it all was enough to push Iron Bull over and the qunari came with a great heave of breath, any cry strangled in his throat as he pulled his arms against the leather straps and gave in to his release. Lavellan had the awareness to pull off enough to take the first jet of come across his tongue, swallowing quickly as it continued in thick pulses that filled his mouth, much escaping from swollen lips and sliding down the qunari’s length to be stroked up by hands that were still coaxing out every drop they could with a firm grip.

It wasn’t until Iron Bull came down from his high and relaxed with a heavy, satisfied groan that Lavellan pulled off, noisily lapping at every drop of pearly fluid that had escaped while watching the qunari with open adoration as he licked his seed from his lips.

“Kiss me, Kadan.” Iron Bull growled. While it was definitely an order and not a submissive request, Lavellan acquiesced all the same, crawling up the qunari’s slack body to press swollen slick lips to Iron Bull’s and share his flavor with him in the deep kiss that followed. He was swept up in it, didn’t want to break away as his mouth was completely claimed and explored, one arm looped behind Iron Bull’s neck, the other wrapped around a horn to keep the qunari’s head angled for easy access.

When he finally pulled away he could only imagine how debauched he must look, Iron Bull’s eye fixed entirely on him as he slunk back down between thick thighs. He’d snagged the little bottle of oil from the blanket as he settled back down, smiling wide as he wrapped a slender hand around the spent length that had only partially softened to lay against Iron Bull’s stomach.

“Greedy, are we?” Iron Bull breathed with a chuckle, despite the fact that it only took a few simple easy strokes before he was hardening again. Lavellan knew well that stamina was not something the qunari lacked in any way. It was part of the problem he intended to overcome tonight. It was going to be a lot of work, but he fully intended to wear the man out completely if he could.

“You have no idea.” Lavellan smirked, leaning down to press a wet open kiss to the head once again. He moved his hands to lightly ghost his fingertips down each side from top to bottom, noting the hitch in the qunari’s breath as he did so before bracing for a much stronger reaction.

His fingertips arced with electricity the second time he ghosted fingertips across oversensitive skin, the crackling sound, the smell of magic and doubt the feel making Iron Bull’s entire body spasm and tense, his horns knocking hard into the headboard as he tossed his head back. It pulled a shout from his throat and a strong jerk of his length that sent it deeper into Lavellan’s mouth. “Holy fucking shit!” The qunari groaned, his voice strained and breathy as he pulled his head back to look down at Lavellan.

The elf in question met his gaze as he lifted his head with an innocent grin, acting like he had no idea what he had done to spark such a reaction. "Oh, felt that did you?" The look Iron bull gave him made him laugh, honestly amused as he swirled the tip of his tongue across the dark flesh of the qunari's cock. "You like?"

When Iron Bull opened his mouth to respond Lavellan interrupted by dragging the lightest tip of his finger down from where he was licking, an arc of magic following behind and twisting the qunari's words into a strangled string of curses. He was tensing and flexing every muscle in his body as he growled, putting a great deal of strain on the leather bands holding his arms back. Lavellan was pretty sure the headboard was making some worrisome creaking noises, but it was hard to make out over the heavy breathing and swearing.

“Relax! Or else you’re going to undo all of my hard work.”

He got a snarl in response, Iron Bull biting back some colorful words probably describing Lavellan’s mother or the circumstances of his conception. When the qunari opened his eye to look at him his expression softened and with a great heavy breath the qunari forced himself to relax back into the bed, spine sinking into the mattress and arms relaxing in their binds, much to the relief of the headboard.

“Good, that’s so fucking good.” Lavellan said with praise in his voice, dipping his head to give the qunari’s length several hard suckles while his hands soothed across Iron Bull’s stomach and hips, a little crackle of electricity here and there just to keep the man used to the feeling.

He stopped for a moment to pull back, grab the vial of oil and coat his fingers with it before he gave Iron Bull a flirty smile and wrapped one slick hand tight around the base of the massive length. Didn’t matter that he couldn’t close his fingers around it as he stroked up and down, because Iron Bull was far more distracted by the light hum of magic through fingertips, the barest pulse of electricity Lavellan would send out on each downward stroke.

Iron Bull’s breathing was heavy but he kept his body loose, obviously expending a great deal of concentration to do so. As Lavellan continued he started to twitch his hips with every pulse of magic, something the elf wasn’t sure his lover could even control. “Fuck.” Iron Bull finally groaned in between heavy breaths. “So fucking good!”

Lavellan couldn’t help the smile that pulled from ear to ear when he met Iron Bull’s gaze, giving the tip of his length a gentle kiss as he kept working his fist up and down. His other hand slid from where it was massaging the qunari’s balls to press against the sensitive skin below, nudging one of Iron Bull’s thighs with a shoulder. “Spread your legs, ma vehnan.” His words were soft with endearment and praise. Without any sort of hesitation massive grey thighs parted, the qunari bending his knees and bringing his feet up so that he could give his elven lover easy access.

Lavellan found himself almost shaking with nerves as he massaged the qunari’s perineum, wondering how far he could push Iron Bull’s tolerance or willingness to submit. He lowered his fingers tentatively, circling a slender digit around the tight pucker and feeling it twitch against his fingertip. If the qunari had any objections to this, surely he would have said something when Lavellan had given him his bathing instructions, surely he would not have teased him with the idea of fucking him.

Nerves set aside he waited until the next downward stroke, the next pulse of electricity before slipping a slim oiled finger inside, moaning at how tight strong muscles gripped around it. Iron Bull groaned as the little finger sunk deeper, stroking the insides of strong clenching muscles while Lavellan continued to rub and pulse magic into his length. Damn near impossible for the qunari to hold still, to not jerk his hips and thrust eagerly up into that slim hand, head tossed back as far as his horns would allow and just agonizing in the pleasure.

When Lavellan added a second finger, got bold enough to strike upon the qunari’s prostate, Iron Bull groaned loudly and tilted his head to catch Lavellan’s gaze. “Kadan I’m gonna lose it if you keep on--” For the second time his warning was interrupted, garbled into a shout when Lavellan crooked his fingers hard against the spot deep inside his lover before applying just the tiniest pulse of electricity to stimulate it.

“Don’t hold back, Iron Bull.” He panted and that was all it took. The qunari shouted and growled and trembled as his body spasmed around Lavellan’s fingers, falling hard into his orgasm. Ropes of hot white splashed across Lavellan’s jaw and lips as he immediately lowered his head and opened his mouth to catch it, sucking the twitching head deep as it filled his mouth with his lovers bitter seed.

He was kind enough to withdraw his fingers and slow the stroking of his hand, magic fizzling on his fingertips and no longer teasing the qunari who was sweating and panting as he came back down to reality. Finally his eye cracked open to see Lavellan watching him from where he was crouched between his legs, the elf wary and cautious.

“Did you like that?” He asked quietly, lips still pressed against the softening sticky length that was pressed against the curve of his hand.

Iron Bull grunted and gave the elf a smile, his body feeling far too heavy and tingly to even fully lift his head from where he had propped it on the headboard. “I’ll let you know when my brain starts working again. Fuck, that was good.” He said with a happy sigh. When Lavellan gave his damp and softened length a teasing kiss, the qunari growled. “Why don’t you let that rest a minute and come up here so I can take care of you.”

It was another order and Lavellan followed it without a bit of protest, slow and careful as he crawled up the qunari’s body to straddle his chest. The plug inside him and his tied cock were painfully reminding him of how horribly aroused he was, Iron Bull’s idea of letting off some of that pressure now a very appetizing one. Iron Bull gave him a salacious grin when he rubbed a slender hand down his body, pausing to tweak pale pink nipples into perky little nubs. When the qunari licked his lips and leaned forward, clearly wanting a taste, Lavellan couldn’t find it in himself to refuse the man. He put his hands up on the wall behind the headboard and leaned down, pressing his chest to an open mouth and moaning loudly as greedy teeth and tongue made short work of any restraint he might of had.

When one nipple became far too sensitive Iron Bull merely turned his head and moved to the other one, Lavellan feeling the press of a hard forehead and horns against his collarbones, the sounds and pleas spilling from his mouth indecent and serving only to encourage the bound beast who was enjoying himself far too much.

Lavellan finally forced himself to pull away, sinking back onto his heels. Legs folded beneath him with ankles to thighs, legs spread wide over Iron Bull’s chest. It gave the qunari a perfect view when Lavellan’s hands finally slipped down to wrap around his straining length. The usually pink tip was a dark red, matching the crimson ribbon that wound so tight around the base and flushed balls. He was practically holding his breath when he brought still oil-slick hands to it and stroked, crying out when it caused his entire body to tremble.

As his body tensed the plug inside of him became all the more unbearable. Without a task to distract him from his discomfort he was rapidly losing control and focus.

“You wanna fuck my face, Kadan? Rest your aching balls on my chin and spill down my throat?” Mythal help him, the qunari’s mouth was going to be the death of him one day. When he was struggling for control like this he did not need such explicit visual images taking over. Iron Bull never once failed to take advantage of Lavellan’s extremely vivid imagination.

“No, I’m only going to come one way tonight.” Lavellan whimpered. With great care he spread his legs even wider, sunk back onto his heels and there, could feel the base of the plug come to rest on the heavy muscle of Iron Bull’s torso. He bounced just enough to shift it deeper inside of him, nearly crying out as he clenched around it. “With you inside me.” He panted.

Iron Bull growled, lifted his body up off the mattress enough to bounce Lavellan again, rewarded with another simpering cry as the elf squirmed and moaned, hands reaching out to grab the solid support of the qunari’s horns. “Then turn around, Kadan. Shove your ass in my face, I’ll get you ready while you oil me up good.”

“Bossy bottom.” Lavellan hissed accusingly, even as he forced his misbehaving body to comply. Iron Bull merely chuckled at the accusation, clearly as unbothered by it as Lavellan. It didn’t matter which one of them was tied, it didn’t matter who was on top of who or which one of them was supposed to be giving the orders.They both knew what they wanted and neither were the type to dance around getting it. He wiggled around so he was looking down towards Iron Bull’s feet, legs spread wide across Iron Bull’s chest as he lowered his head and shoulders and arched his back, lifting hips high in the air.

Easy then, to press back so Iron Bull had the access that he wanted, even easier to grab the open vial of oil and pour out it’s contents over the massive shaft in such easy grabbing distance, stroking it to hardness yet again. He moaned and trembled when he felt the qunari’s mouth, the flat of a hot tongue drawing a wet line across the base of the plug and sensitive skin. Iron Bull’s mouth was eager to tease the twitching muscle that was stretched around the heavy plug, turning Lavellan into a moaning mess as he rocked back for more.

He heard the click of teeth against glass as Iron Bull opened his mouth wide, slowly catching on as he felt lips press against hot skin. The qunari had taken the base of the plug into his mouth, locked teeth around it and pulled his head back lightly to slowly draw it from Lavellan’s body.

His muscles protested, the elf shivered and groaned, lowering his head to rest his forehead to the scarred skin stretched across Iron Bull’s hip. “Creators take me!” He cried as further pressure caused muscles to yield and stretch, the elf aiding the process by leaning forward, whimpering pitifully when the massive plug finally slipped free completely. He heard the thud as the qunari spit it out and let it drop, then felt the almost immediate return of lips, a hot tongue comforting a now empty entrance.

Muscles fluttered and twitched, Lavellan found himself rocking back, riding Iron Bull’s tongue as the qunari fucked him with it. He couldn’t take it, there was no way. He had to come, had to fill the emptiness the plug had left behind, had to find relief before he completely fell apart. Iron Bull let out a disappointed sort of growl when Lavellan crawled forward out of reach, though when the elf spun around again, considerably more nimble without the plug torturing him, the blighted thing got knocked to the floor now that it’s purpose was served. Stradling Iron Bull’s hips was a natural, comfortable position that was easy for Lavellan to get into and with a firm hand he steadied the qunari’s length before he pressed down onto it.

The plug had done it’s job, torturous as it had been, there was no need for extra preparation as his muscles were already pliant and accommodating of the qunari’s size. Iron Bull let out a low groan from deep in his chest as Lavellan sunk down slowly, the elf trembling by the time the qunari was to the hilt inside of him, clenching and twitching around the hot flesh deep inside him as he tried hard to regain his composure.

Lavellan’s fingers struggled for a moment with the bow of the ribbon that tied him, his efforts hampered by the painfully slow thrusts that Iron Bull began, hips barely moving but pressing into all the right places and leaving Lavellan breathless and uncoordinated. When he finally got the bow undone it was almost a desperate scramble to gingerly free himself, whimpering pathetically as his cock jerked hard against his stomach and his balls throbbed with ache, painfully sensitive and suddenly free.

As soon as he’d completed his task the qunari underneath him stopped playing nice. Bending his knees and planting his feet to get a solid footing he jerked his hips up hard, bouncing Lavellan with the force and causing the elf to shout to the rough stone ceiling, begging for more as he eagerly tried to match the hard thrusts the best he could.

Four, five, and that was it for Lavellan. The elf cried out loudly as he came, Iron Bull shouting his approval as pearly ribbons of cum painted across his chest. Lavellan was tense as a wire and practically vibrating as he shuddered into his release, the qunari underneath him never slowing his speed for a moment, pushing the elf higher and rewarding Lavellan for every second he had suffered previously.

The qunari lasted far longer this time, already well sated and eager to focus on the task of driving the elf riding him to a pleasure hazed madness. Pale hands spread out wide over a tensed grey stomach to steady the elf as he held on for dear life, his cries loud and shameless. Iron Bull’s panting nearly as loud, grunting with every thrust, eye never leaving Lavellan as he intoxicated himself on the view of the trembling elf just free on top of him. Total wanton abandon, not a single worry or thought left for anything else. They cursed and swore in their respective languages, encouraged each other in common.

So sexy! Keep going, Kadan!

You feel so fucking good inside me, don’t stop!

Ride me hard, Kadan! Just like that!

Creators, Ma Vehnan!

Lavellan came again, this time the elf growing over-sensitive enough to claw at Iron Bull’s chest and beg for mercy, needing reprieve but too boneless to pull off of the cock lodged deep within him. The qunari slowed his pace, finally stopping to pant and breathe, catching his breath just as much as Lavellan, as the elf trembling on top of him and tried to regain his bearings.

It took too long for Lavellan to finally straighten and crawl up Iron Bull’s body, too long for a qunari who wanted desperately to engulf the small body in his arms and hold him close. Lavellan regained himself shortly after, smiling wide at the qunari as he slid still shaking fingers through the mess he’d wrought across the Iron Bull’s torso. “You’re so good.” Lavellan whispered, praise for his conquered qunari, tied helpless and oh so willing to his bed. “Ma vehnan.” He whispered the words against a stubbled jaw before finding the qunari’s lips, smiling as his mouth was devoured by a hungry Iron Bull.

By the time he pulled away, Lavellan was rejuvenated enough to give a satisfied smile as he reached back to circle a hand around Iron Bull’s still straining length and stroke it slowly. Slick from oil and pre-cum it slid easily, a low groan rumbling through the qunari’s chest. “Look at the state I’ve left you in. Hard as a rock, so big and thick.” Flattering little words, stroking the larger man’s ego as firmly as he stroked his cock. Iron Bull’s eye flashed as he groaned in response and thrust his hips up into the slender hand. “Want me to sink back down onto it? Ride you until you break and fill me up with your cum?”

Lavellan had leaned forward, reaching with one hand to curl around Iron Bull’s thick neck, lips tickling the man’s stubbled jaw as he spoke purposefully, letting him feel every word with the distinct brush of his lips. The effect was obvious when Iron Bull responded with a sharp hitch of breath and a needy jerk of his hips, his lips parted as he panted. Lavellan could tell that dirty words were on the tip of his tongue, but instead the qunari didn’t answer right away. Lavellan smiled because somehow Iron Bull had figured out that there was a second option coming and didn’t want to decide until he’d heard both. Tal-vashoth or no, the Iron Bull was Ben-Hassrath through and through.

“Or do you want to see the surprise I have for you? I’ll let you fuck me however you want when I’m done.”

“Show me.” Iron Bull hissed, immediately making his decision and drawing a big smile across Lavellan’s face. “I wanna see your surprise, Kadan.” The elf could tell he wanted a lot of things, making him grin like an idiot while he leaned over to the night stand at the edge of the bed.

First he poured a glass of water from the pitcher he’d left there, tilting it towards the qunari and gently bringing the rim of the glass to Iron Bull’s lips so he could get a long drink. He followed suit after for himself, wetting a throat that was hoarse and tired, drinking greedily before switching the glass for a large lidded pot.

It was about the size of his palm in width, a generous amount provided by the quartermaster that would hopefully last them quite some time. Lavellan set it down on Iron Bull’s chest with an excited flourish, just as eager to see his lovers curiosity and reaction as he was to open it himself. Finally after a teasing wait he pulled off the lid, hearing the seal pop and inhaling as the odor from the thick clear paste inside began to seep out.

Iron Bull caught it almost immediately, nostrils flaring as he inhaled, eye drifting closed for a second as he processed before snapping open to focus all the more intently. “You smell it, right?” Lavellan grinned, taking two fingers and skimming it across the top of the paste, getting a generous amount before bringing it close to Iron Bull’s nose so he could inhale deeply and get a heady amount of the scent in his nose. “Dragon pheromones. It’s supposed to really affect qunari.”

“Holy shit, Kadan.” Iron Bull growled, his voice thick as he breathed, his entire body tensing before he forced it to calm. “You’ve got no fucking idea how good that smells.” Lavellan had a pretty good idea. Taking his coated fingers he carefully dragged his fingers down the tendon of his neck to his collar bone, before tracing across his collar bone and up the other side. Iron Bull growled low again as he watched the process, straining against the leather holding him back to bury his nose in the elf’s slender neck and breathe. “Kadan you’re gonna make me eat you fucking alive.” Iron Bull groaned, but instead of being concerned Lavellan leaned forward, wrapped his hands around Iron Bull’s horns and let his lips fall to a broad grey shoulder. He tilted his head to the side, arching his neck and giving Iron Bull a generous amount of access.

Teeth found the column of his pale throat, followed closely by lips and tongue while Iron Bull growled and huffed out breath as he inhaled, flexing his hips and straining against the leather as he tormented himself with the scent. “It’s mild, diluted.” Lavellan gasped, clearly in heaven as he rolled his head back and presented his throat entirely, goosebumps and shivers following everywhere the scruff of Iron Bull’s cheeks and chin went.

“Doesn’t need to be strong. You just doused yourself in fuck me raw, Kadan. So fucking sexy. You got this for me? To make my nose want you until I can’t think?”

“Not just that.” Lavellan chuckled, his voice breathy and strained as teeth left marks down the other side of his neck, pale skin sporting bright red  spots that would bruise in the morning. They'd be carefully covered by the pristine stitching of high collars and fine leather jackets, providing a great temptation to peel away the expensive, lavish layers that turned their Inquisitor into the untouchable gift of the maker he was revered as. To reveal the elf as the savage and primal being that he was, as sexual as he was bold. Lavellan’s continued words broke Iron Bull out of his lusty reverie. “There’s practical applications for it, as well.”

He dipped his fingers again, pulling himself out of reach in the process and driving a frustrated growl from the tense qunari beneath him. Complaints were stilled when Lavellan coated his palms with an ample supply of the stuff and then he smiled as he brought those hands to the spot where horn’s met the back of Iron Bull’s skull. “It’s horn balm.” Lavellan whispered against rough lips as he began to massage the balm into rough horns.

Iron Bull groaned against lips, demanding a kiss though when Lavellan took control of it he did not refuse him. The qunari practically moaned in pleasure as the massage found sensitive places Lavellan had long since known about, sinking the balm deep into dry and rough patches. It was high quality stuff, thick and creamy and highly effective. After coating the base of Iron Bull’s horns, Lavellan admired the difference in texture when he was done. “I heard you complaining to Varric about your horn’s being itchy. I had no idea they were so dry, they’re soaking this up as if they were thirsty.”

“Yesss.” Iron Bull moaned, the 's' catching and turning into a hiss as Lavellan returned freshly dipped hands to continue the massage. “Outside gets dry, starts to crack and gets real itchy. Can grind them against stuff to scratch them but it just breaks it up and makes it worse. Balm softens it up, makes it ssssssupple...” The qunari trailed off, words leaving him and replaced with needy little sounds instead as Lavellan gave him his utmost attention.

Iron Bull’s pupil was shot, his eye nothing but lust and affection when Lavellan tipped his head back to press a chaste kiss softly to lips, sliding slick fingers down the strong muscles of Iron Bull’s throat on their way to the little pot to get more balm, working their way to the tips of horns now that the majority was well massaged and tended.

The qunari’s body was no longer relaxed, despite the pleasure he was basking in. The scent thick in the air was responsible for that, Iron Bull was lusty and needy, the massage of his horns the only distraction and soon Lavellan was complete. Iron Bull’s horns now felt like they were made of something sleek and heavy, no longer dry and brittle in places, smooth and sexy to caress.

Lavellan continued to rub them while he wiggled himself back over Iron Bull’s hips before reaching one hand back to line the qunari up behind him. As he squeezed fingers around Iron Bull’s massive length the shaft jerked hard under his hands, leaking profusely and twitching hard against his palm. Iron Bull groaned as Lavellan sunk the head into himself, rocking his hips upwards hungrily without thought.

“Kadan.” The word was a twisted, almost pained thing on the qunari’s lips, a warning and a plea all at once. The man was far too aroused to control himself and yet still he struggled, whether it was his lovers safety or the fear of giving in driving it Lavellan wasn’t sure. The elf angled his hips and pushed downwards, taking his lover to the hilt with a sweet cry, filled to the brim and dangled over the edge almost immediately by the sharp little jerks of the hips below him that rocked the thick length inside him deep into his core. “You risk more than your headboard if you tease me now.”

The words rumbled through Lavellan and made him shiver, skin breaking out in goosebumps as he rocked against the length buried inside him, clenching and spasming around it. Iron Bull’s words were little more than a growl, his voice turning into something savage and primal. His gaze when their eyes met was equally as feral, the pheromones in the air riling something within Iron Bull that was not so easily tamed.

“I’m yours, mah vehnan.” He whimpered against a heaving gray chest before reaching up and loosening the leather straps holding the qunari’s arms. As soon as they were unbuckled and freed, Iron Bull’s arms came down and his hands seized the hips of the elf on top of him, squeezing hard enough to bruise as he used that grip to lift Lavellan up and then slam him back down, roaring in satisfaction as Lavellan screamed.

There was no time to massage big muscles that had been straining behind restraints or care for the qunari further, Iron Bull would have none of it. His mind was focused on one thing alone, and that was the desperate need to sate the appetite Lavellan had awoken.

The elf was still on top but he was no more in control than a bird in a great storm. The qunari’s thrusts were brutal and merciless, stronger than Lavellan had ever felt, no longer tempered by the control Iron Bull always had in spades. The healing oil eased the sharp ache as fast as it came, leaving Lavellan with a fleeting bite of pain in each thrust that soon melted into absolute pleasure, leaving his head tipped back and mouth open as he cried to the ceiling and simply surrendered.

This pleased the qunari beneath him greatly, Iron Bull sitting upright fully and raising one hand from Lavellan’s hip to his shoulder, leaving red fingerprints behind as he did. He pulled the elf forward and buried his nose into a pale throat that still held so much scent from the balm, inhaling greedily into it while he bounced the elf up and down, Lavellan weightless in his arms as he spasmed and clenched in the perfect tight sheath for the qunari’s needs.

“You love it, look how good you’re taking my cock.” Iron Bull growled into skin, the roughness of his voice, the absolute wild abandon making Lavellan cry out in agreement, not that he wouldn’t have agreed to anything the qunari spoke at this point. He wrapped his arms eagerly around Iron Bull’s neck, one hand locking tight around the smooth horn he’d bathed with so much attention only minutes before. This only seemed to excite the qunari further, spurring him to pull Lavellan down a little harder, fuck him a little faster. “You’re so fucking tight around me, so little in my lap like this. I’m going to break you.”

It was spoken like a promise in a feral voice that strained to form words instead of growls. Yet there was something so concerned there, too. Even this far gone, Iron Bull cared. Reduced to his basest instincts he still flared with concern for his Kadan. Lavellan’s heart swelled in his chest and he smiled even as he bit back pitiful cries as he was ravaged, surrendering completely and yet standing his ground at the same time. He pressed lips to the qunari’s before biting his lower lip, tempting the qunari further.

“You can’t break me, mah vehnan. Give yourself to me, I’ll take everything you give and beg you for more.” They were brave words that had the desired effect, making the qunari growl and pull him into a demanding kiss, lifting himself up to flip them over and pin Lavellan to the bed. Iron Bull shoved him hard into the mattress as he conquered the elf’s mouth, leaving him gasping for breath as he pounded into Lavellan's willing body.

Lavellan’s legs locked around Iron Bull’s hips, arms pinned above his head with a heavy grey hand as Iron Bull gave in to instinct and simply rutted. Lavellan’s orgasm came upon him in a hurried, desperate way, the elf twitching and jerking under the qunari’s body, unable to hold back as he screamed loud enough that surely all of Skyhold heard. Iron Bull growled his approval, kisses showered upon Lavellan’s lips, his face, his jaw, his neck -- anywhere the tal-vashoth could reach and still keep his rhythm was assaulted by a demanding mouth, teeth leaving marks and a suckling mouth sealing regularly over the pulse of Lavellan’s neck.

The elf cried out needy encouragements as Iron Bull found his next orgasm, though it barely slowed him down as he tensed and trembled, snarling into Lavellan’s shoulder as he bit down hard upon it. There was little room left inside Lavellan for the surprisingly plentiful seed that Iron Bull filled him with, most of it dragged out with every thrust, leaving Lavellan’s thighs and ass sticky with cum as it pooled and dripped sluggishly down his back.

Iron Bull didn’t stop. He pulled at the legs wrapped around him and rested them over his arms instead, hiking Lavellan up further, filling him again as he bent Lavellan over and pounded him that way. Lavellan’s knees were pressed into his shoulders, his ass fully exposed for the punishment it was taking. Oil or not, the elf was growing more and more tender, sensitive and desperate as he trembled and squirmed.

It was that knifes edge that pitched him into his next orgasm and he was lost entirely, anchored only by the heavy body on top of him that refused to yield. Usually the desperation in which Lavellan clawed at the shoulders he was gripping would give Iron Bull pause, cause the qunari to let up or show mercy, but it did not this night. The aphrodisiac of the dragon pheromones had driven that kind of control away and Iron Bull continued for a couple agonizing minutes before he came to his own orgasm.

It was then that the qunari finally became more calm, less hurried and desperate for the body underneath him. He slowed his thrusts until it was nothing but the slowest glide, inch by agonizing inch in and out, keeping Lavellan’s body on edge and alert but no longer driving him to total insanity.

“Kadan.” He groaned, using a big hand to lift sweaty hair off of Lavellan’s forehead, unable to do anything but return the tired, eager smile that Lavellan gave him. “You okay?”

“I’m okay, Iron Bull.” Lavellan whispered, still smiling as he watched the relief wash over the Iron Bull’s frame, making him sink deeper into the mattress, pinning Lavellan more thoroughly underneath him.

“Just a little more, Kadan. I just need a little more.” Iron Bull groaned, pressing the flat of his nose into Lavellan’s neck, their sweaty bodies pressed tight as Iron Bull continued his slow, easy thrusts. “Feel so good under me, Kadan. Like you belong there. Like you're meant to be mine.” Panting, breathy words, sweet compliments from a qunari that was finally beginning to tire out, something which Lavellan found himself eternally grateful for. His own body was an exhausted mess, covered in sweat and cum, a bone deep weariness pulling at his arms and making it hard to hang on. Still, he did. Stubbornness alone was going to get him through this, pure determination was his fuel.

Iron Bull's thrusts slowed into something sweet and careful, keeping Lavellan on the edge but never pushing him over, drawing out agonized little sounds but not letting himself get wild enough that the elf stopped enjoying the attentions.

“I’m yours, Iron Bull.” Lavellan panted, the words repeating mindlessly as he was rocked and pressed into the mattress, a mantra filled with promise that had an obvious effect on the qunari above him. “Whatever you want, it’s yours.” Lavellan whispered against rough lips, a tired happy smile on his own.

“I want…” The qunari started, groaning into Lavellan’s neck as he suddenly chuckled. “I want to feel your magic while I fuck you like this.” Iron Bull growled, drawing a chuckle from Lavellan’s tired frame.

“I think I can accommodate that.” The elf purred, finding that it was easy to draw a weak flow of magic, not having to fight back the more destructive force when he was this tired. He slid a slender hand down until he was able to feel out the sticky mess between them, blushing heavily as he tickled under his balls where Iron Bull was still thrusting in and out of him with a slow, easy glide. He felt his own entrance, stretched so wide around it’s assailant, felt the slick shaft of Iron Bull’s length as it glided so easily.

He didn’t feel the effects of the magic in his own body as he used it, but almost immediately there was a spark of magic in the air, the feel of static across their senses. When the qunari groaned, his body jerking as he heaved off of the elf to rock back onto his knees, Lavellan knew that the sparks between them were having the right effect.

The careful rhythm disappeared, Iron Bull’s thrusts became sudden and jerky which caused Lavellan to cry out and squirm against the heavy hands pinning him with bruising tightness. He didn’t let up however, still teasing the qunari’s length with magic as it was roughly shoved inside of him, Iron Bull’s hips jerking and spasming as he trembled and growled. Only a few more desperate thrusts later and the qunari fell apart, roaring his pleasure as he released, burying himself deep within his elven lover and twitching in bliss as he pinned Lavellan’s hand between their sweaty, slick bodies.

It took longer than usual for Iron Bull to come out of his haze, his movements slow and heavy as he carefully pulled out of the elf beneath him. Lavellan felt the slick weight of the qunari’s length being pressed against his own, his eyes heavy which caused him to rely on feel instead. He smiled as electrified fingers teased the half hard length, feeling it twitch and the qunari growl from above him. Soon Iron Bull was slowly sliding his length between the soft skin of an elven stomach and Lavellan’s hand.

Lavellan cracked an eye to watch the qunari come undone, the man far too sensitive and exhausted to fight his orgasm, though Lavellan wasn’t sure if it was more of an aftershock, the weak dribble of come across his stomach was a lot less than what he was used to. The surge of pride that he’d managed to tire out his lover was the last thing he felt before he dozed off.

He faintly remembered being pressed face down into his pillow, ass lifted into the air as the qunari’s tongue buried deep inside him, a slick fist wrapped tight around his dick as he squirmed and moaned. His body was both exhausted and overwhelmed but that didn’t stop the pleasure from cresting and causing his entire body to tremble against the mouth upon him.

Hardly coherent when Iron Bull whispered sweet praise to him, cleaning him thoroughly with a wet cloth and tucking him into his side.

He awoke in the middle of the night when thick fingers split him open, soon followed by an eager qunari cock as Iron Bull rolled on top of him to sate his need. The room smelled like sex, oil and the very distinct edge of dragon pheromones. Lavellan found himself chuckling with the thought that the smell had woken his lover with a powerful need, though the chuckle was turned into breathy little whimpers as his body discovered a few hours of sleep was enough to recharge him for another round.

The morning found Lavellan’s body either unwilling or unable to move from where it was tucked against a massive slab of qunari. Iron Bull was sleeping soundly, his chest rising and falling against Lavellan’s cheek, his breathing deep in an almost snore, the qunari’s body completely relaxed. Lavellan had never saw him sleep so deep before, something that brought warmth into the center of his chest and made him snuggle in a little deeper, deciding that nothing short of Corypheus storming into Skyhold could convince him to move right now.

Later on it was Iron Bull shifting that woke him up again. The qunari sat up enough to get a drink from the water next to the bed, scratching himself contentedly as he propped his back against the headboard and watched the elf stirring next to him. Lavellan cracked his eyes open blearily, rubbing them with the back of a slender hand as he smiled at his massive lover.

“G’morning.” He mumbled, his body heavy and tired enough that he was eternal grateful when Iron Bull handed him the glass filled with water so he could take a deep drink.

“It’s not really morning, more afternoon I think. We slept in.”

“Good.” Lavellan nodded, handing the empty glass back with a grin. “I’d hate to think we’d be able to recover from one of my nights in just one morning.”

Iron Bull laughed, his eye bright and his hands light as Lavellan hauled himself up to settle his tired body into the qunari’s lap, resting his head on a broad shoulder and wondering if it was possible for him to not fall asleep again.

“Thank you, Kadan.” Iron Bull said, sliding his fingers through dark hair and trying to get it under control for the elf, as it seemed to want to go every which way in the morning. “It was a very good night.”

“You liked it?” Lavellan said with a smile, “All of it?”

“I’m going to have to amend one of my rules.” Iron Bull grinned, pressing his lips to Lavellan’s forehead. “Your magic fingers are welcome anywhere you wanna put them, little mage.”

Lavellan chuckled, rubbing a hand across Iron Bull’s collar bones and chest with a tired little gesture. “Oh yeah? You liked that did you? It’s not just mages who can get off on a little spark in bed, see?”

“Yeah, you got me there.” The warm rumble of laughter in Iron Bull’s chest stopped after a few moments. Thick fingers in Lavellan’s hair tightened enough to draw the elf’s head back, letting him meet Iron Bull’s gaze which was suddenly very serious. “No more dragon-scent in the bedroom, though. It’s too dangerous.”

“Dangerous?” Lavellan asked, his confused expression cute enough that Iron Bull couldn’t help but dip his head to press a kiss to Lavellan’s nose. “What do you mean by that?”

“I was out of my mind, Kadan. I could have hurt you, or worse.”

“Hurting me was the last thing on your mind, the Iron Bull.” Lavellan smirked, a smug sort of affection in his voice. Iron Bull didn’t seem convinced by it.

“No. Don’t argue with me about this, I know what--”

“You weren’t interested in turning on me or hurting me.” Lavellan interrupted, his body starting to awaken a bit with the need to get his point across. The qunari’s fear of himself was not something Lavellan could let take root. “You changed but you didn’t suddenly become some violent--”

It was Iron Bull’s turn to cut him off. “I know what was going on, Kadan. My filters were off. I wanted something, so I took it. There was no sense to stop and think about how it could affect you. What if I decided I wanted something you weren’t capable of giving? If you had used your word, I might not have stopped.”

“You didn’t want anything I wasn’t willing to give.”

“This time! Which is why we should say that was great, and not tempt fate again.”

“Damn it, Bull! Losing your inhibitions doesn’t change who you are! You don’t start wanting something completely different just because you’re feeling a little more primal. You can be as animal and base as you like, it doesn’t change the fact that I already know exactly what you want and I’ll always be willing to give it.”

“Oh yeah? And what’s that, little elf?”

Lavellan drew himself up in the qunari’s lap so that he could grab on to the man’s horns, squeezing them tight and using that grip to haul the man’s head downwards so that he could press his lips against his lovers. “What you want, is for me to want you more than anything else in Thedas. We both know how easy that is for me to accomplish. The only thing we have to worry about is making sure I’ve gotten a head start by tiring you out first so I can keep up.”

Iron Bull’s tension had drained just a little, his expression soft as he pressed his lips along Lavellan’s jaw, hands snug on a slim elven waist. “I don’t want to put you in danger, it’s not worth it. I couldn’t live with myself if I hurt you.”

“You won’t hurt me.” Lavellan said softly, smiling as his neck was assaulted with sharp little kisses. “May I point out that you asked me if I was okay. You let up when it was too much. You switched to something different to ease off. You may be reduced to something base and animal by a scent, but the Iron Bull, I’ve seen your inner beast and he is tamed by how much he wants to please me.”

Iron Bull growled, teeth sinking into Lavellan’s shoulder as he thrust his hips upwards to pull Lavellan down against his rapidly swelling length. “Arrogant, haughty little elf…” He grumbled, though there was no sting to the words. Instead they did nothing but make Lavellan grin.

“I’ll always be careful, we’ll never use it without preparation. I got all kinds of good high quality horn balm made without any scent so we can reserve that for special occasions.”

“Fine.” Iron Bull grumbled, though Lavellan was pretty sure he had only conceded because the elf had lined up his length with the tender bud of his entrance, arching his back and begging with his body language alone. “Now let me show you just how tame I am.” The qunari huffed before taking what was offered with a sharp thrust of his hips.

The afternoon was spent in a tangled mess of sweaty limbs, the sounds of slick slapping flesh and their breathy cries filling the room. What more could either of them ask for?