Altus Dorian Pavus

Altus Dorian Pavus of Tevinter. (Semi-selective multiverse RP blog. I follow back as @afroditeohki.)

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[altus-dorianpavus]

thebrokentemplar:

Cullen held his breath for the fraction of a second when his husband mentioned the possibility of being distracted himself. His attentive gaze was still locked with Dorian’s when he spoke and smiled, the man’s teeth a stark contrast to his dark skin. Cullen swallowed. If he got hurt? Brows contracting slightly, he gave him a small smile, tilting his head a little, but unable to answer him as his husband continued speaking. He didn’t move or stop the motion of the mage’s fingers on his skin. Lowering his head without averting his gaze when Dorian called him too serious, he didn’t expect the words that followed, despite the charming smirk on his spouse’s lips. He burst into laughter at the last remark, closing his eyes and reclining his head before he lowered it again, shaking it in disbelief. No, he wasn’t used to this light-heartedness. Was it a cultural thing? Or was it a trait only Dorian happened to possess? It was refreshing. Just what Cullen needed, he realized with some surprise. After a few deep breaths, he opened his eyes again to re-establish the eye-contact they had lost due to Dorian’s jest, still smiling with mild admiration.

Dorian watched Cullen with interest. The man sometimes didn’t have many words, but he’d say so much only with his eyes and lips, it was fascinating. And then Cullen laughed, aloud, free, and that simple thing made Dorian’s chest burn pleasantly with... so much, so much.

It was happening more and more, he noticed. His heart warming at silly simple things his husband did. Perhaps... perhaps he’d be able to have his impossible happy ending, after all.

Inspired, Dorian placed a finger under Cullen’s chin, and covered Cullen’s lips with his own.

[altus-dorianpavus]

thebrokentemplar:

“I told you!” His cheeks felt warm, but a small smile tugged at the left corner of his mouth - his smile had never been symmetrical, not after one incident a few years ago that had left him scarred in the face. “I- I didn’t-”, he uttered a soft gasp as he exhaled, looking into his husband’s grey eyes. “…Even ask you to do it.” His voice had become softer at the end of his sentence, his wrist still in the mage’s hand. When the other stepped closer, Cullen fought the reflex to back away. He was a soldier, and he was married. To the man in front of him. He couldn’t disgrace them both. “There should be no problem then, right?” Their eyes were still directed at each other as Cullen smiled. “What side effects does that oil have?”  

“You told me?” Dorian grinned at Cullen, eyes hooded in a small tease. “Perhaps I was the one distracted then.” Something in his chest felt warm to notice he’d reached the point of being again able to flirt and tease. “You didn’t ask, true. Am I supposed to ignore it when my husband might get hurt?” The softness followed into Dorian’s voice as well, and even with the stated lack of necessity of the antidote oil, his thumb kept rubing a circle on Cullen’s wrist. “P... problem? Ah, Cullen. You are far too grave.” He smirked lowly. “The side effects of making your skin oily, I fear.”

[altus-dorianpavus]

thebrokentemplar:

“Just one”, he replied softly, almost absent-mindedly. He closed his eyes for a moment while his husband tried to reverse the negative effects of the leaves he had been foolish enough to touch without thinking. “I wondered how they’d feel. They looked…” Cullen opened his eyes and looked at his and Dorian’s hand. “So smooth.”

“Very well. Only mildly curious, as it goes.” Dorian smirked, applying the soothing oil to Cullen’s finger - there was a cold quality to it, a chilly sensation contrasting to the touch of his fingers around it. “You wondered how what would feel? ‘They’? Smooth?”

[thebrokentemplar]

Cullen blinked, feeling his cheeks warming instantly. “The, ah, leaves?”, he looked at the other like a rabbit at a wolf. “Don’t you think they…” Gesturing at the herbs in front of them with his good hand, he tried to make Dorian understand without having to explain himself any further. He didn’t know why, but the question felt like he had been backed into a corner, probably because the two of them weren’t talking about the same things - or so it seemed.

[altus-dorianpavus]

Dorian eyed Cullen, puzzled for a moment, and then he smirked. "... The leaves. You only touched the leaves." He gently held Cullen's wrist after releasing his finger. "Now I wonder if you were far too distracted with something - I wonder what - or if you just wanted to come up with an excuse for me to massage your fingers." He stepped closer, smirking playfully. "I told you not to touch the sap. I never said anything about the leaves."

[altus-dorianpavus]

thebrokentemplar:

“Just one”, he replied softly, almost absent-mindedly. He closed his eyes for a moment while his husband tried to reverse the negative effects of the leaves he had been foolish enough to touch without thinking. “I wondered how they’d feel. They looked…” Cullen opened his eyes and looked at his and Dorian’s hand. “So smooth.”

“Very well. Only mildly curious, as it goes.” Dorian smirked, applying the soothing oil to Cullen’s finger - there was a cold quality to it, a chilly sensation contrasting to the touch of his fingers around it. “You wondered how what would feel? ‘They’? Smooth?”

[altus-dorianpavus]

thebrokentemplar:

Cullen ducked his head upon hearing the other man’s tone of voice, but his little smile remained. With his face slightly turned aside and away from him, he put his hand on Dorian’s palm. It felt warm and much softer than his own, almost making him forget that he wasn’t supposed to close his fingers around the mage’s hand. He cleared his throat. “Your knowledge is impressive.” Cullen kept his voice soft, not looking at Dorian when he spoke.

“Must keep my brain busy, yes?” He quipped, smirking, and dripped some kind of oil from the vial on Cullen’s hand, putting the vial on his desk. “Fingers, I imagine?” Carefully, he started spreading the oil on Cullen’s palm and fingers, in a soft massage.

[altus-dorianpavus]

thebrokentemplar:

His smile grew wider when he listened to Dorian’s explanations and only faded again when he was offered a solution to possible burns. “I, ah, just for a moment. I’ll be all right.” Cullen felt his cheeks getting warmer, but he held the other man’s gaze as if nothing had happened at all.

“Cullen.” Dorian smirked, raising a brow as if play-scolding, and raised a hand, palm up, requesting the other man’s hand with no words. “Give it here, before you have a reaction, hm?” His other hand took a small vial from his desk.

[altus-dorianpavus]

thebrokentemplar:

A sheepish, but very small smile turned up Cullen’s lips when he turned slightly to look at the other man’s face. “Forgive me. I did it again”, he apologized , stepping back and lowering his gaze head for a moment as he made an amused noise. “Why are all of these herbs so dangerous?” His brow creased for a second before his expression softened again.

Dorian smirked. “They are not all dangerous. You can even eat some of them. But yes, varied herbs for varied effects, hmm?” He eyed Cullen’s hands, stepping toward him. “Did you touch it? We can take precautions to avoid the burn if you did. It’s a slow effect.”

[altus-dorianpavus]

@thebrokentemplar

“Careful with that, it could burn your skin. That sap can only be handled with gloves - then again, I should arrange some better containers for these things, hmm?”

[altus-dorianpavus]

*embraces you from behind*

“Well, someone is touchy today. The best kind of touchy.”

[altus-dorianpavus]

thebrokentemplar:

Cullen leaned back slowly to look at his lover’s face. His brows were slightly contracted, his eyes close to half-lidded, lips still parted a little as if he was both adoring and begging Dorian to continue. His right hand found and squeezed the other man’s gently before he opened the buckle of his own belt to help him, not losing eye-contact for even one moment. He swallowed.

Leaving his now open belt and visibly tented trousers to Dorian, Cullen opened his gauntlets and tried to free himself of them as quietly as he could. The fear of getting caught eventually kept his heart rate high, probably higher than it should. By now, he was sweating, the skin of his upper body getting damp underneath his armor and layers of fabric.

“I love seeing you like this.” He whispered, playful and aroused, eyes locked with Cullen’s and hand venturing into his pants. He wondered if the thrill of being caught excited his partner too. “You know, our dear nightingale is just one floor ahead. Can you imagine--” he moved to lick at Cullen’s neck, whispering into golden curls, “-- if our dear spymaster just happens to lean over the railing and sees something unusual? I wonder at the knowing grin she’d point your way in the next war room reunion, hmm?” He smirked, teasing, nibbling at said neck, hand cupping Cullen’s length.

[altus-dorianpavus]

*embraces you from behind*

“Well, someone is touchy today. The best kind of touchy.”

[altus-dorianpavus]

thebrokentemplar:

Dorian’s words sent a shiver down his spine. He couldn’t remember a flirt that arousing between the two of them. Tracing him with his thumb now, he deepened the kiss that followed as well, eyes closed firmly and fully concentrated on what he felt and was doing. He accepted the challenge of Dorian’s tongue and pushed his own against it before sucking it gently into his mouth. He released him with a soft chuckle a moment later before giving him a chaste kiss and blindly feeling for an opening mechanism on the largest of the mage’s elaborate belt buckles.

As expected, it turned out to be complicated, but even more so when his lover moved his hip as well. Opening his eyes, he cupped Dorian’s face with both hands and kissed him fiercely, readjusting his seated position with little success due to the weight on his lap. Compared to him, Dorian was a lightweight, but he was still a grown man with metal all over his heavy leather clothing, enough to partially immobilize Cullen.

Fire.

That was how it felt inside him, lost in this moment. There was a thrill in Dorian’s spine, making the fine hair on his body stand on end. There was a twingling in his lip, begging to be sated. There was a desperate need in his core.

Dorian wasn’t making Cullen’s task any easier, he knew. But he needed... friction, kept rolling his hips against his lover’s, even when his face was cupped and kissed, perhaps even more when his face was cupped and kissed. Then he groaned, stopped, and started fumbling with Cullen’s trouses, trying to get it open.

[altus-dorianpavus]

*embraces you from behind*

“Well, someone is touchy today. The best kind of touchy.”

[altus-dorianpavus]

thebrokentemplar:

He made a noise that used to be the beginning of a sentence, but stopped himself before saying anything. Looking into Dorian’s grey eyes, he moved his hips up, pressing slowly against the hand that teased him. “No need for a spell”, he replied softly, leaning closer to kiss him gently as his fingers traced Dorian’s shape through the layers of leather and silk.

“Let’s make sure to keep those lips of yours busy then.” Dorian took the kiss, and then deepened it, groaning lowly at Cullen’s touch. This felt... exciting, to say the least. Back in Minrathous he’d played this game a lot, silent tumbles in public spaces trying to avoid being seen or heard, and it was always fun, but -- this was entirely different. This was someone he deeply cared about, someone who’d been entirely too shy just a few months ago, and it all heightened the experience. Trying to find Cullen’s tongue with his own, he pressed their hips together, rolling his own in a deep tease.

[altus-dorianpavus]

*embraces you from behind*

“Well, someone is touchy today. The best kind of touchy.”

[altus-dorianpavus]

thebrokentemplar:

Biting down on his bottom lip was the only way for Cullen to hold back a noise that would draw attention to them and what they were about to do. He swallowed. Pushing his own legs wider apart, he let his hand slide towards the inner side of Dorian’s thigh and further up. His thumb almost touched what was between his lover’s legs. “I suppose you know that that’s not what I was asking”, he whispered as softly as he could as he brushed Dorian’s cheek with his right thumb. “You’ll have to silence me.”

Dorian smirked in triumph watching his lover’s reactions. His eyes closed for a second as he felt the touch getting more intimate, but then locked eyes with Cullen again. “My answer stands.” He grinned challengingly. “Everywhere.” His hand rose to touch the one caressing his face. “Be clear, amatus. Do you want me to cover your mouth or do you want a spell?” 

[altus-dorianpavus]

*embraces you from behind*

“Well, someone is touchy today. The best kind of touchy.”

[altus-dorianpavus]

thebrokentemplar:

Cullen groaned at the images that Dorian had placed in his mind with his words. It was beyond him how the man could take anything he said and turn it into something sensual, erotic. “Maker”, he whispered against his lips. “Here?” Without waiting for an answer, he kissed him again, gripping his nape tightly. His body was tense with excitement, already starting to emenate more warmth than before. It wouldn’t be long and he’d be sweating. Tilting his head slightly, he pressed a kiss to the side of Dorian’s neck while his left hand wandered to his lover’s leather-clad thigh, gripping it tightly.

There was a heated hiss again, “There... Everywhere...” He hummed, breathing out as if there was a fire in him needing an escape through his throat. He wanted Cullen’s touch all over him, his lover’s bewitching way of seeming so demure and shy only to go so free when they were alone making him feel drunk. Yet he had made an offer, and would be true to it - long fingers covered the blonde’s shaft, over his pants, and pressed gently, rubbing up and down.

[altus-dorianpavus]

*embraces you from behind*

“Well, someone is touchy today. The best kind of touchy.”

[altus-dorianpavus]

thebrokentemplar:

“Hmm…”, was Cullen’s only answer for a little while. Too focused on the tension building below his belt and in his gut as well as the pressure and rhythm applied to Dorian’s nape, he was temporarily unable to say anything that remotely made sense. He felt the tightness in his pants getting uncomfortable, but enjoyed the sensation regardless, knowing he could redeem it anytime. If he was being honest, he didn’t mind a little suffering, either. Not in this moment where he was willing to let go of the control he had been clinging to for so long, day in, day out. “Ah”, he uttered softly, sliding his fingers into his lover’s hair for a moment before going back down to continue the massage. “So tense, my heart.”

Dorian smirked. “Yes, well, that’s… a thing, yes.” Muscle tension was something that followed him, mostly because he couldn’t be bothered to take care of it himself. Of course, Cullen’s massage felt nothing short of heavenly. “You’re tense as well” he teased, taking the blonde’s earlobe between his lips and cupping a hand on his crotch, “right here, you are.”

[thebrokentemplar]

Cullen groaned softly, eyes still closed to shut everything except Dorian out of his world. With a stroking motion, he caressed the man’s nape before using both hands to ease the tension in his muscles again. Meanwhile, his hips pressed lightly into the touch, just enough to let Dorian know he craved his attention. “I suppose I am”, he breathed, gently gripping the black hair to pull his lover’s head back in order to reach his lips and kiss him longingly.

[altus-dorianpavus]

Dorian hummed delightfully. Those hands - they worked magic, making his eyes close and his shoulders relax considerably. “Well if it’s so tense perhaps I should give it a massage too–” and just as he started pressing his hand on Cullen’s crotch, he felt his hair pulled. He gasped, hissed and shivered, lips parted with the sensation. Oh, he definitely enjoyed that.

[altus-dorianpavus]

*embraces you from behind*

“Well, someone is touchy today. The best kind of touchy.”

[altus-dorianpavus]

thebrokentemplar:

“Hmm…”, was Cullen’s only answer for a little while. Too focused on the tension building below his belt and in his gut as well as the pressure and rhythm applied to Dorian’s nape, he was temporarily unable to say anything that remotely made sense. He felt the tightness in his pants getting uncomfortable, but enjoyed the sensation regardless, knowing he could redeem it anytime. If he was being honest, he didn’t mind a little suffering, either. Not in this moment where he was willing to let go of the control he had been clinging to for so long, day in, day out. “Ah”, he uttered softly, sliding his fingers into his lover’s hair for a moment before going back down to continue the massage. “So tense, my heart.”

Dorian smirked. “Yes, well, that’s... a thing, yes.” Muscle tension was something that followed him, mostly because he couldn’t be bothered to take care of it himself. Of course, Cullen’s massage felt nothing short of heavenly. “You’re tense as well” he teased, taking the blonde’s earlobe between his lips and cupping a hand on his crotch, “right here, you are.”

[altus-dorianpavus]

*embraces you from behind*

“Well, someone is touchy today. The best kind of touchy.”

[altus-dorianpavus]

thebrokentemplar:

Cullen felt a shiver and the familiar tightening of his trousers as he exhaled audibly again, instinctively turning his head in the direction that gave Dorian more access to his neck. Spreading his legs even further, he started massaging the back of Dorian’s neck, feeling the tension that had built up in his muscles. His other hand found the mage’s shoulder, slowly stroking down his arm until he reached the crook of it, resting on the lower part. 

“So good to me”, he whispered, delighted with how receptive Cullen was to his touches. “Look at you, amatus... I’d gladly feel your hands on me for the rest of my life.” He continued his teasing, unaware of what his words implied, suckling on the spot where his lover’s shoulder met his neck.