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As usual, as soon as Solas entered the Fade his attention was drawn to the Inquisitor, the anchor acting like a beacon. He allowed himself to move towards her and her dreams.
He had no interest in invading her privacy; he would only get close enough to ensure she wasn’t caught in a demon’s grasp. Keria could handle herself, but she was prone to nightmares — with good reason — and Solas liked to soothe them by whatever banishment was necessary.
Sure enough, when he was close enough to sense it he felt that a demon was with her. Not a particularly strong one, but he could still rid her of it. She deserved to rest easy.
He could admit he enjoyed her company, even if he was not free to return her exceedingly obvious affections. She was almost relentless in her flirtations.
Which is why, in hindsight, he should not have been surprised when he entered her dream only to find her on her knees, sucking the dick of a Desire demon that had taken his shape.
He froze, momentarily rooted to the spot by the sight of her… enthusiasm. Then the demon looked straight at him with his own eyes at winked in invitation.
Solas turned to leave before she, too, noticed his presence. But just as he did so the Not-Him pulled out and he caught a glimpsed of his own…
No, not his own cock. Certainly not.
The landscape of the Fade was oftentimes formed by the collective memories and impressions of those that visits in their sleep. Individuals’ dreams, however, were typically formed only by the person dreaming. Thus it stood to reason that Keria, having never seen him naked, would have only an imagining of what he looked like for the Desire demon to draw inspiration from.
But… Really? In even her wildest dreams she only pictured him so… average?
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He knew it was not meant as an insult, and yet the rest of the night and the following day Solas’ thoughts kept returning to the problem. It should be set to rights. Yet, however close they were growing to one another it would be wrong to pursue a relationship with her, either romantic or sexual. And it wasn’t the sort of thing one could bring up in a casual conversation.
There was simply nothing for it. He would have to accept her lackluster impression of him.
Unless…
The plan formed as the party made camp shortly before dusk. Tents were pitched and the fire was lit and supper was boiling away, and everyone sat around with a sigh of relief that the day was done.
He was sure to retire before the others did that night, feigning sleep for an hour or more as he waited for Keria in the tent they always shared. Anticipation was like electricity in his veins when she slid in at last, quietly settling into her bedroll. And still he had to continue waiting. She needed to think that he’d woken up in the night and thought her to be sleeping.
Then, when he judged by her likely to be nearly-but-not-quite asleep, he rolled onto his back and began to jerk off.
He made the movement obvious beneath his blanket, the rustle of fabric clearly audible in the silence. He couldn’t risk a glance to check if her eyes were open, but her breathing sharpened — she was awake.
He soon covered his mouth with the back of his free hand as if trying to keep quiet, even as he increased his movements until he could hear the slap of skin.
Was she watching? Or did she keep her eyes closed, trying to afford him some little privacy? Was she wondering if she should say something? He could almost feel the weight of her gaze like humidity in the air.
He flipped off the blanket, exposing his heated flesh to the chill of the night and Keria’s eyes. And he gave her a show. He worked himself with exaggeration now, slowing his pace to slide the skin of his cock root to tip. He bucked his hips, ensuring that she could not mistake the full length of him.
He dragged in on, took as long as he dared, then came at last. The bulk of it he caught in a handkerchief, but as he sluiced out the last few pulses he was sure to let some drip down his shaft and the hand that still slowly stroked it.
As he cleaned himself off he couldn’t help but wonder if she would touch herself once she thought him asleep, just as he’d supposedly done. He wouldn’t wait to find out this time. The other side of the tent was completely silent as he rolled onto his side, facing away from her, and gradually let the Fade claim him.
The party was headed back to Skyhold, so there was not much in this part of the Fade to catch his interest. Fortunately, he did not have long to wait before the anchor called to him once more. He strolled along the familiar broken pathways back to Keria.
Sure enough, the demon was back. This time when he stepped into the dream he saw himself fucking Keria like an animal, both forms on hands and knees in the dirt. Solas knew he would be recalling the sound of her panting cries of pleasure many, many times to come.
The Desire demon looked his way and grinned. Then it changed positions, rolling itself and Keria onto their sides. It wrapped one hand under her jaw to pull her head back — likely so she would not see the real Solas, which was rather considerate of it — and hitched the other under her knee to spread her wide. From this angle the sight of his fat cock plowing into her again and again, glistening with her slick, was unmistakable.
Solas smiled, satisfied, and nodded to the demon and walked away.