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The Iron Bull | Hissrad ([personal profile] qunari) wrote2015-12-02 11:09 pm

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liberalum: (#9660477)

[personal profile] liberalum 2016-03-30 05:12 am (UTC)(link)
[ There is already the dull glow of faint arousal beginning once more, but it's a slow heat to stoke, a subtle climb in his bloodstream. Dorian is content to take his time and bask in attention and having Bull's fingers come away clean save for damp saliva. With one hand still holding Bull's wrist, the other drops to splay fingers low along his belly, the subtle scratch of nails of slightly softer skin, fingertips contemplating the edges of his trousers, before reaching down further between them to palm him through his pants.

He tips his head to kiss away a stray streak at the edge of Bull's hand, swallowing as he leans in to kiss, putting a little pressure on that hand as he does. The taste if there, just a touch of it, beneath the usual sour edge of wine. ]
Edited (even more words than before) 2016-03-30 06:21 (UTC)
liberalum: (#9565433)

[personal profile] liberalum 2016-03-31 09:24 am (UTC)(link)
[ The use of that nickname, while most times going uncommented on -- secretly liked, even, feeling the affection within it -- gets an eyeroll now, only just visible. His hand doesn't stop, feeling around for those sensitive points that Bull founds so easily on him, pressing through thick fabric, squeezing by way of answer. Yes, looking for something.

He lifts his head back, head tipped and considering while his hand doesn't stop. ]


I think I want my name, [ he asserts, primly. ] You do remember it, I hope.

[ What does he want, though? It's the kind of question the bears weight, that makes his heart twinge mysteriously, in a context that doesn't apply. 'Fuck me' is an easy enough thing to say, but it wants for specificity. The sort he's rarely had opportunity to indulge in before.

It's a struggle, to keep uncertainty out of his expression. It's not a quality meant to coincide with licking your own come off someone's fingers.

He settles a little further down Bull's lap, only somewhat incidentally pushing back into that grip on his ass, his own hands occupied now with tugging open Bull's belt. The coarse friction of a belt and the jangle of metal. His own trousers and underwear ride lower, caught around his kneeling legs. ]


A week, [ he says, after a moment. ] That's how long I had to conceal parts of my neck all the way West. They may have lasted longer, but I cheated, a little, magically -- reluctant though I was to do so. The heat just became intolerable the further we travelled. Now, those little ones you left on my hip I allowed to stay as long as they liked, but alas, they too faded away.

[ Opening Bull's trousers, he bends his wrist to slide his hand within, fingers curling around solid flesh, drawing it out into the cooler air of the room. ]

I want them all back.
liberalum: (#9606630)

[personal profile] liberalum 2016-04-01 11:33 am (UTC)(link)
[ The sound Dorian makes into the kiss is affirmation enough, pushing back with pressure and gentle bite, the grizzled friction at Bull's chin and the delicate tickle of his own mustache. And between them, his hand finding a firm grip, stroking, long and deliberate, with pauses only to sweep his thumb against that blunt, warm end.

But this state of half-dress can't go on.

Dorian evades the next kiss, finally shifting aside, the mattress creaking beneath the redistribution of weight, one leg still flung over Bull's thighs, nudging in indication as he lists back onto his elbows. ]


But you can start by helping me with these.
liberalum: (#9685630)

[personal profile] liberalum 2016-04-02 02:09 am (UTC)(link)
[ There's a hint of smile by the time sighting it is out of periphery, and Bull's mouth finds its place at Dorian's neck. He gives a sigh that doesn't come out easily, a little jagged, at that immediately sharp balance between pain and pleasure, kisses hard enough to bruise. His hand, where he is caught at the wrist, flexes into a fist.

Picking between sliding atop of Bull or having Bull over him wouldn't be fair. Both have their merits, with his general qunari enormity felt in different ways. It's its own intoxication to have him bearing down on him, regardless, Dorian lifting his chin and turning it aside to accommodate, the sounds he makes felt against Bull's mouth, along with his climbing pulse.

In their tangle, Dorian feels Bull's erection between them, lifting a thigh to rub against it, squirming. ]
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[personal profile] liberalum 2016-04-02 03:44 am (UTC)(link)
[ Dorian's body language opens up to accommodate. He could reach down and resume his stroking, and opts not to, not when he can coax Bull into shifting against him so nicely by treating him only to the general nearly accidental feeling of the pressure and rub between their bodies, the nudge of his thigh. His own cock, still thick feeling, twitches in the beginnings of renewed arousal.

Eye sight caught, snagged upon, the trace of an answering smile before Bull is lowering his head again, the coarse brush of his horns in blurry view.

Dorian closes his eyes as Bull's mouth finds that next, vaguely familiar spot, lower down. He isn't shy about the little sounds he will deny later, but does try not to give Bull too much satisfaction, remaining mostly still, a hand laying flat and warm at the base of a horn, fingernails toying with craggy grooves.

And then that sensation over sensitised flesh keeps going, making that line between pleasure and pain all the finer. This time, Dorian does shift where he lays, as if undecided about whether or not he wants to twist away. ]
Edited 2016-04-02 03:45 (UTC)
liberalum: (#9565434)

[personal profile] liberalum 2016-04-02 06:08 am (UTC)(link)
Ahh--

[ Heels digging into rumpled covers, Dorian minutely collapses back out of whatever sitting up he was contemplating doing, answering to that mouth working at his thigh with grips, scratches, tugs at Bull's horns. ]

You're improvising, [ he notes, good humoured, rough voiced, a growl rumbled out of him at the next hint of tooth against bruising skin. His thighs part a little wider, a hand sliding down further to scratch nails gently along the back of Bull's neck. It's both a part of the game itself as well as curiousity that has him carrying on, huskily; ] Do you like this? Laying these little reminders -- the Iron Bull was here.
liberalum: (#9565434)

[personal profile] liberalum 2016-04-02 01:02 pm (UTC)(link)
[ That sharp nip gets an instinctive nudge of his leg away, just a twitch, but there's no squirming out of the long, blunt-nailed rake of Bull's fingers. The next exhale shivers out of him, roughing out another near-growl as recent bruises are teased even more awake, unable to do anything but prove the other man's point. Dorian's hand wanders up, feeling fingertips -- gentler -- over marks low on his neck, looking down the length of his body at Bull.

Raising an eyebrow, the easy yes caught trapped between his teeth. It's a question that brushes up against complicated underlying truths, grinding together like faulty gears. About the things he likes. The things he should like, and should not.

Instead, wry, running his ankle against Bull's hip; ]
And the other parts of me aren't what I'd call delicate, rest assured.
liberalum: (#9660477)

[personal profile] liberalum 2016-04-03 02:00 pm (UTC)(link)
[ That gets a laugh from Dorian; understated, dry, quiet, a little wavery thanks to that most tempting intimacy nuzzled against him. The feeling of that deep bass voice against his skin. The word choice of strong settles in him like a weight, not unpleasantly. ]

Speaking of silver and silk, did anyone ever wax just as poetic about your tongue?

[ Half-hard from the attentions now mapped in red bruises on skin that's retained a little of its brownness from the desert sun, Dorian teases his nails down the ridges he found in the base of Bull's horns, that had made him growl ever so. ]

What of you, and handling roughly. Whether in doing the handling [ his fingers curl, an indicative tug ] or being handled?
liberalum: (#9660477)

[personal profile] liberalum 2016-04-05 01:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, if given good reason.

[ That hand grips, suring up around jagged bone, tugging. Dorian is not under the illusion he could actually manhandle Bull if Bull had no desire to be manhandled -- an intriguing aspect all of on its own -- but he can urge, he can boss. And maybe those battle-worn horns are more sensitive than they seem.

Which would figure, wouldn't it. Either way, he urges Bull up to meet him, wondering as to the marks he could leave on that thick, silvery hide. These lunatics who don't even wear armor. ]


Or in wont of anything better to do with my mouth, certainly.
liberalum: (#9685630)

[personal profile] liberalum 2016-04-06 01:06 am (UTC)(link)
[ It's a different sort of thrill, something like satisfaction, to summon Bull with a gesture of his hand, married with the usual dull pulse of interest evoked from having him loom over, close and intimate and huge, the slight shiver of bedframe as that hand grips to it. Dorian's hand eases down to lay against Bull's jaw, thumb firm against chin, lifting his head to meet kiss hungrily.

His other hand slides between then, teases the heavy weight of the other man's erection with the blunt tickle of his fingernails. ]
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[personal profile] liberalum 2016-04-06 01:53 am (UTC)(link)
[ Almost-snarl gets a low, velvety chuckle out of Dorian, more felt than heard, as his mouth tracks down the angular slope of Bull's jaw, head lifting to follow that line of his neck. That grip on his hip is electric, arching slightly in response. His body has a way of saying yes, easier done than said.

So Dorian does it again, reaching lower, raking that teasing, borderline rough edge of his fingers from the weight of Bull's sack, prickling over where skin is more delicate, soft, than the battle-scarred hide that makes up the rest of him. Up, along the length of his cock, the sweep of his palm followed by the dancing of dull-sharp nails.

Between that thick neck and shoulder, Dorian's mouth warms a spot where he lays a biting kiss, that would bruise on, well, him. ]
liberalum: (#9565433)

[personal profile] liberalum 2016-04-06 02:21 am (UTC)(link)
[ The growl that gets is strangled in Dorian's throat and muffled into Bull's shoulder, eyes closing under the feeling of tooth and sucking pressure, somewhere new. Words do as they are designed, pushing past the instinctual worry of causing true pain, before Dorian rests his head back against the pillow, chin tipped up as if he expects to look at Bull down the length of his nose, a suggestion of a smile still on his lips.

The hand not preoccupied between them comes up to stroke a finger over his attempt, more of a damp spot than a bruise, but perhaps there might be something, broken capillaries inking darker beneath the surface, iron in silver. ]


I always leave an impression, [ he defends. ] It's just a matter of finding your soft spots.

[ The bite of his nails add some emphasis. ]
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[personal profile] liberalum 2016-04-06 02:54 am (UTC)(link)
[ Dorian's hand goes pliant beneath that thrust forward, nearly clumsy, before he curls his fingers back around that length. He squeezes.

Even as he flinches and flushes as Bull pushes his thumb against new bruising, Dorian breathing inwards sharply, a slight haze unfocusing in his eyes before he closes them against it. Beneath Bull's palm, he can feel that spiking up of heartbeat, the swallowing around a mouth gone dry. There are definitely, he imagines, things wrong with him, but he can't care, when he's here. ]


Is it any wonder? [ he says, his voice taut. ] What with how greedy you know me to be.

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