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One of Edric Cadash's best qualities is his blunt, sometimes brutal honesty. So when he tells Dorian, "You look so fucking hot like this, gaping open, leaking cum," the mage does not doubt Cadash's word. And because Dorian likes Cadash, likes everything about him, maybe loves him - well, Dorian arranges to provide Cadash with whatever he desires.
Besides, it's not exactly a sacrifice on his part.
First it's just a new, bigger toy to fuck himself with while waiting in the dwarf's bed. The pair Cadash has used on him are trickier to operate on himself, but the new one is thick all over and designed for solitary entertainment. It is very well received, so Dorian procures another sex aid, this one a plug so big it nearly makes him waddle rather than walk, but aside from Cadash (and the Iron Bull and possibly Leliana if he hadn't imagined that giggle the other day), no one seems to notice.
Cadash definitely notices, and the way he presses feverish kisses to Dorian's back as he fucks the mage's loosened entrance demonstrates his appreciation handily.
The Iron Bull catches on to the grander game, of course, and he makes a point of fucking Dorian two or three times on days the Inquisitor is expected back from a mission they didn't attend. Then he slips that massive plug in and helps Dorian up the stairs to the Inquisitor's bed, ties him there and waits with him.
Cadash almost demands that Bull remain, orders Dorian to suck the Qunari off in thanks, and all the while he plays with his 'Vint's gaping, leaking hole. He holds Dorian so close after, too, tells him what a good, special princess he is, so good for Cadash, so precious, so obedient, good baby, good girl.
All of which simply encourages Dorian to do this more often, naturally. A little healing magic now and then and the whole exquisite process can begin anew.
Out of all the ways Dorian has opened himself for Cadash, they both undoubtedly prefer the rare times when Varric decides to fuck him and Dorian can persuade the author to team up with Cadash, so he can have both dwarves at once. Best of all are those days when the Iron Bull is available as well to ready him, thick fingers and proportionately massive dick spearing Dorian, filling him with cum and using it to finger him wider still, only to ease him down on Varric's cock, hold him just so until Cadash slips in.
Then the dwarves shift in a counterpoint rhythm that has Dorian moaning and wailing in pleasure, and he has no seed left to spill by then but manages to grow erect anyway. So he rides out as many dry orgasms as it takes, and only relaxes when both dwarves finish inside him. Then he falls apart and lets Cadash take care of the rest.
"You were so good, sweetheart," the Inquisitor purrs, cleaning Dorian tenderly. "So gorgeous and well-behaved. Not that you're ever anything less. But when you insisted Varric stay - he always looks so surprised to find you want him around."
Dorian hums sleepily.
"I've told him you have a fetish for handsome blond dwarves, but that's not it at all, is it?"
"Voice," Dorian moans in answer, and then moans again when Cadash slips three fingers past his entrance with no trouble at all, pressing gently on his prostate.
"He does have a nice voice," Cadash agreed. "And I'm sure the good looks and way with words don't hurt."
"Mmm."
Cadash chuckles. "Did we break you, sweetheart?"
Dorian only whines, because Cadash keeps toying with his hole, distracting him.
"You want to do this again sometime, Dorian?" he asks, idly pumping his fingers into the oversensitized mage. "You hafta tell me so."
Dorian whimpers out a faint "please."
"Aw, come on baby. 'Please' what?"
Of course that isn't enough. Cadash loves when Dorian explicitly gives voice to his desires.
"Please...want it again. Bull, and you and Varric, s-stretching me open, wide open, want to be a good boy for you, please, show you how good, I'd do anything for you - "
Edric leans in close and kisses him. "I don't want anything that makes you uncomfortable, princess. No sexual martyrdom, not on my behalf."
Dorian smiles tiredly up at his love. "Nothing you want hurts me, Amatus. You have no idea - you're the gentlest, kindest lover I've ever had. When I was younger, I thought it was normal, to bleed after. I thought that for - months, at least. Fucking people I didn't care for scratched one itch but gave me new aches, like a hole in my heart. Men like that made sex miserable and humiliating but still I craved it. Only after meeting you did I start to fill the hole in my heart with something aside from fear and insecurity. Sex with you makes me so happy - there aren't words. And the way you talk about me - I have never been praised like that, without ulterior motive or an underlying expectation of do more, do better."
Cadash kisses him again, slow and deep and loving. "You're already perfect for me, princess, I think we both know that by now."