[ The most pleasing of aches, those. Ones he'd been happy to carry about until they faded.
At the question he perks up a bit, brought out of his perusal of his memories. There is a sound like resonant steel, but softer, finer, as he draws one of the aforementioned rods against another. ]
Well...honestly this is something better shown than explained, I have diagrams from explaining it to Merrill, but there are more than two ways to penetrate a man. The rods are for the third, ranging from terribly thin for the untrained to quite thick. It is something of an acquired taste but when done well and in conjunction with a little lightening magic? Ah.
As I said, an acquired taste. The rods are for me, at least until the set I've commissioned in a larger size arrive. If you think it working well sounds distressful, imagine losing one of the rods mid fuck. That was an eventful Satinalia.
[ He crackles a soft laugh. ]
Ah, but there will be no breaking- well. No breaking we didn't agree on beforehand.
[ He almost asks if Zevran was given the word, too, but decides he doesn't need to know, and that just because they share something like this, doesn't mean they're entitled to it; nor does he want to say. Better to end that note on a slightly pained, but genuine laugh at the idea of sounding gone terribly wrong. ]
If he has your trust, then he has mine. Oh, and I left with him some brandy before I departed. You should have him share.
[ It's a little like permission. And a little like cowardice; he'd rather not be in some awkward position of privileged knowledge of sexual indiscretion that Bull does not have, nor does he want to be the one to bring it up. ]
[ It has been quite some time since he's been comfortable enough to discuss his lovers with someone else he has bedded, let alone either of them with the other. At least a decade at that and there's a twinge in the back of his mind he ignores.
This is nothing. Casual dalliances, pleasing diversions. And he is quite happy with it being so. ]
I might at that. Perhaps after he is finished fussing with me. Does he do that for you as well?
[ Dorian pauses over how to answer that. There aren't any ropes, wax, corsets, rods, after all. (Not yet, anyway, is his idle thought, turned around and idly examined like a smooth stone in his hands.)
He decides on; ]
It's a rather recent arrangement, really. And I'm habitually difficult to fuss over once the main event is finished with; I'm not one for clean up.
Mmm. Give him an opportunity to wring you out, and he might just.
[ Though that isn't quite right- describing that soft, safe, drifting place...it's difficult. And a bit more vulnerability than he's quite willing to share just yet, even if Dorian is a delightful lover. ]
You'll learn all manner of fascinating things in time, I'm certain.
[ It can't be overstated. He might die, out here, and everyone will weep, and regret they weren't nicer to him, didn't give him more gifts or compliment his hair, and so on. His reiteration of such is in good spirits. ]
As he's the reason I'm out here, he'd better fucking be.
[ And again, no actual anger, or dread, and it's a mild exaggeration, being equally invested in saving the world and all that. Alistair is alright, anyway, and can be trusted with certain things; like not getting Dorian killed, probably. ]
But you ought to run along, I think. Keeping him waiting doesn't net half the urgency you'd expect. [ Iron Bull's iron-clad patience has been an experience. ]
[ Not something he hands out easily or readily- favors. But for Alistair? There are few things he would not give to ensure his brother comes back in one piece. ]
Stay alive, mm? Skyhold will be terribly boring if you die.
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[ The most pleasing of aches, those. Ones he'd been happy to carry about until they faded.
At the question he perks up a bit, brought out of his perusal of his memories. There is a sound like resonant steel, but softer, finer, as he draws one of the aforementioned rods against another. ]
Well...honestly this is something better shown than explained, I have diagrams from explaining it to Merrill, but there are more than two ways to penetrate a man. The rods are for the third, ranging from terribly thin for the untrained to quite thick. It is something of an acquired taste but when done well and in conjunction with a little lightening magic? Ah.
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[ Going from wistful recollection to a theoretical defensive response concerning his junk is fairly jarring. Men and their dicks. ]
--somewhat traumatic. Don't break yourself before I get back -- or the Iron Bull, for that matter. I might yet have use for either of you.
[ He is teasing, more effortlessly than before. ]
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[ He crackles a soft laugh. ]
Ah, but there will be no breaking- well. No breaking we didn't agree on beforehand.
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If he has your trust, then he has mine. Oh, and I left with him some brandy before I departed. You should have him share.
[ It's a little like permission. And a little like cowardice; he'd rather not be in some awkward position of privileged knowledge of sexual indiscretion that Bull does not have, nor does he want to be the one to bring it up. ]
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[ It has been quite some time since he's been comfortable enough to discuss his lovers with someone else he has bedded, let alone either of them with the other. At least a decade at that and there's a twinge in the back of his mind he ignores.
This is nothing. Casual dalliances, pleasing diversions. And he is quite happy with it being so. ]
I might at that. Perhaps after he is finished fussing with me. Does he do that for you as well?
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He decides on; ]
It's a rather recent arrangement, really. And I'm habitually difficult to fuss over once the main event is finished with; I'm not one for clean up.
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[ Though that isn't quite right- describing that soft, safe, drifting place...it's difficult. And a bit more vulnerability than he's quite willing to share just yet, even if Dorian is a delightful lover. ]
You'll learn all manner of fascinating things in time, I'm certain.
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[ It can't be overstated. He might die, out here, and everyone will weep, and regret they weren't nicer to him, didn't give him more gifts or compliment his hair, and so on. His reiteration of such is in good spirits. ]
Then I'll learn other fascinating things.
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[ As his now blind eye would attest. ]
He'll be happy to keep you alive.
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[ And again, no actual anger, or dread, and it's a mild exaggeration, being equally invested in saving the world and all that. Alistair is alright, anyway, and can be trusted with certain things; like not getting Dorian killed, probably. ]
But you ought to run along, I think. Keeping him waiting doesn't net half the urgency you'd expect. [ Iron Bull's iron-clad patience has been an experience. ]
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[ Not something he hands out easily or readily- favors. But for Alistair? There are few things he would not give to ensure his brother comes back in one piece. ]
Stay alive, mm? Skyhold will be terribly boring if you die.
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[ Dorian couldn't agree more. ]
Aeternum vale.
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