A writing blog collecting all of my writing (mostly nsfw), for multiple fandoms. I tag everything, but if there is a tag you'd like me to add, just ask.Icon by @danarune
Rating: General Audiences
Relationships: Julian/female MC
Additional Tags: fluff, angst
Word Count: 931
Summary:
One night when Julian and Ava share a bed, he finds himself thinking about what she means to him, and what this means for the future.
I wanted to write something fluffy and angsty about why Julian left the morning after they shared a bed. It's written in a way that it doesn't matter whether you've played the paid scene or not, it works either way.
Written from Julian's POV.
Bittersweet
“Errmm… ugh,” Julian sputtered. He was still half asleep, swiping at whatever was itching his face, when he realised it was hair. His eyes fluttered open and when he saw the long braid of thick black hair, he remembered where he was.
His head was resting on Ava’s face, and his arm was loosely wrapped around her waist. Ava was slumped somewhat awkwardly against the headrest; Jullian remembered her pulling him back into the bed a few hours earlier, when nightmares had woken him. Despite his predisposition for insomnia, her soothing presence had quickly made him drift back off to sleep again.
Julian raised himself on his elbow, so he could more easily look up at Ava’s face. A thick lock of hair had come loose from her braid and had fallen in her face. Julian reached out, and after a short hesitation, brushed the lock out of her face. Ava moved in response to the gentle touch of his fingers. A soft sound escaped her lips. Julian froze, worried he’d woken her, but her breath remained steady.
“ Ava ...,” he whispered to himself. Julian felt his heart swell with warmth and affection for her. How that could be after just such a short time, he did not understand. He had always been one to not deny himself his interests, but this was different. From the first time they’d met, Ava had had his full attention. Every hour they spent with each other he felt closer to her. He could count the times they had seen each other on one hand, but still it felt like there was already a lifetime of love there.
Julian rested his head on Ava’s chest again, closing his eyes as he enjoyed the sensation of her heart beating, her scent, and the strange familiarity he already felt. “Ohh Ava,” he whispered against her chest, “how I wish we could stay in this room... just like this...”
Ava stirred and then, very softly spoke. Julian couldn’t understand her at first, but then she repeated the words, and Julian’s breath caught in his throat.
“Stay with me Julian,” her soft voice rose up.
“Ava?” Julian looked up, he felt himself panic a little, caught in a confession he hadn’t meant for her to hear. “You’re awake… ” the words died in his throat as it became clear she was not in fact, awake.
“... Julian… ,” Ava mumbled, clearly vast asleep. She snuggled closer to him, her arm wrapping around him tightly. Was she dreaming of him?
Julian felt a rush of emotion. Whether it were the words she’d spoken or her arm holding on to him, he felt his heart overflow with affection. And for a moment, he felt happy.
But then a terrible sadness washed over him. Suddenly the sanctuary of this small room was breached and the world and all its troubles came rushing back in.
Stay with you , Julian thought, that’s one thing I can’t do. He held no illusions about what his ultimate fate in this city would be; how it would all end for him. For a moment he could see that day: Ava in a crowd of angry people, tears running down her face as she watched the noose slip around his neck.
Julian shook his head. That was is fate. But it didn’t have to be hers. It wouldn’t be hers.
Julian climbed out of the bed, taking care not to wake Ava. How selfish had he been with her? How many moments of happiness would he steal, how far down this path would he let her come along, before accepting he had to stop... whatever it was between them.
Julian refused to risk anyone else paying for his crimes. He was already too reckless with letting the townspeople hide him, but he wouldn’t let Ava take the same risks. He had to leave, now. Sever the connection between them. Ava might hate him for it, but he would gladly suffer her anger to keep her safe.
Julian knew what he had to do, but still he didn’t move. He just stood there, looking at Ava’s sleeping form on the bed, the soft expression on her face, her messy braid, the undershirt she was sleeping in. He didn’t want to leave. He wanted to spend every hour with her. He wanted it all. All the things he’d let go, the things he had accepted would never be possible for him. But Ava made them seem possible. She made him want to try.
Julian shook his head and quickly started gathering his things. His arms full, he moved to leave. He lingered at the curtain just a little longer, looking back at her in lieu of a proper goodbye, before forcing himself out of the room.
Julian got dressed quickly, not giving himself the chance to change his mind. When Ava woke he would be gone, and she… she would simply go back to her store and forget about the hours they had spent together. And even as he realised he would not forget, he’d force himself to never seek Ava out again. To let her forget about him .
Julian’s hand hovered above the doorknob, he couldn’t help but look back at the curtain. He was painfully aware that he could still turn back, get back into the bed, before Ava would even miss him. But he felt if he did that, he’d never walk away again. It had to happen now.
Julian opened the front door, and forcing his feet forward, he slipped into the night, Ava’s words still ringing in his ears.
Rating: Explicit
Relationships: Alistair/Zevran
Additional Tags: Light Bondage, Fellatio, First Time Blow Job, Anal Play, Anal Sex
Word Count: 4481
Summary:
One night when Alistair finds himself alone with Zevran at camp, the subject of Alistair's inexperience comes up. Leading to a night of many, well, some, lessons.
Ever since first playing da:o I've always had a bit of a thing for this ship... so I finally wrote something for it.
The First Night
The camp was deserted, except for Alistair who was still sat down in front of the campfire; all the others had retreated to their tents for the night. Or so he thought.
“Alistair, I thought I was the only one still awake!”
The voice came from behind Alistair, he turned to see Zevran approaching. Zevran sat down next to him, he stretched his legs and took off his gloves.
They sat in silence for a little while before Zevran turned to Alistair, a curious look on his face.
“What?” Alistair asked when he couldn’t take it anymore.
“Is it true then?” Zevran asked, cocking his head.
“Is what true?”
“That you have never wooed a woman, or a man?” Zevran asked, imitating Alistair’s voice.
Alistair’s face flushed red. “I’m sorry,” he sputtered.
“You have never ma--”
“No, no, don’t explain,” Alistair waved his hands.
“I only ask because, well... I am quite surprised, I must confess.”
“Surprised?”
“You trained and lived with many young recruits, did you not? I was under the impression young men… explored their desires. Or is that different in Fereldan?”
Alistair looked puzzled. “ Explore their … Oh! … No!” Alistair shifted uncomfortably. “No, no there was no exploring.”
“Mmm.” Zevran seemed unaffected by Alistair’s discomfort.
They sat in silence again until Zevran spoke. “You are not curious then?”
“Absolutely not,” Alistair said, mainly to get Zevran to drop the subject.
“It is a very different experience with someone else, than it is alone,” Zevran said.
Alistair glanced at Zevran nervously as his face reddened.
Zevran eyed him as if he could read his mind. “You do know what it’s like to touch yourself?” he asked, an eyebrow cocked.
Alistair turned away and didn’t answer.
Zevran turned to him. “ You have never touched yourself ?”.
Alistair didn’t respond.
“My my…” Zevran said softly.
Alistair kept his back to Zevran. “Is that so odd?”
“Well… if you have no desire to, no.”
“There was just never an opportunity,” Alistair said after a while, his voice almost inaudible. “I was always surrounded by people or in a place where there was no real privacy.”
“That has not changed for you then,” Zevran said.
Alistair laughed a little.
“I understand,” Zevran said. After a short pause he added, “But you do want to then?”
Alistair didn’t respond and they both fell quiet again.
“You know… I could be persuaded to help you,” Zevran said in his lilting voice.
Alistair glanced over his shoulder and could see Zevran meant it. He felt a strange feeling in his underbelly, as he couldn’t help put picture Zevran’s suggestion in his mind.
“No that’s… no,” Alistair said as he hid his reddened face in his arms.
“Well that’s fine enough as well, but the offer will remain open.”
Neither of them spoke again until Zevran got up. “I will see you at dawn then, my friend,” he said before making his way to his tent.
Alistair turned to watch Zevran walk away from the campfire. He filled with nervous energy as he felt the dread of missed opportunity. Just as Zevran reached the tent Alistair sprung up. “Zevran! I--” the words stopped in his throat.
Zevran turned around to face him. “ Yes ?”
Alistairs face flushed red as he saw Zevran’s self-pleased grin; his courage left him.
Zevran’s eyes narrowed.
“Good night,” Alistair said as he lowered his eyes and quickly made his way to his own tent.
Zevran caught his arm. “Alistair? Was there something you wanted to ask me?”
Alistair shook his head, but said, “yes.”
Zevran smiled widely. “I knew you’d come around.”
Alistair stood frozen, his eyes still locked on the ground.
“Would you like for me to come with you to your tent?” Zevran asked.
Alistair froze, his eyes lingering on Zevran’s hand around his arm before looking up at Zevran’s inviting face. He nodded.
They both entered Alistair’s tent in silence. Once inside, Alistair nervously sat down on his bedroll, barely looking up to see Zevran sitting down in front of him.
“What would you like to do?” Zevran asked softly.
Alistair was oddly alarmed by the question.
“Would it help if I go first?” Zevran asked. He started taking off his shirt, but before he did he looked over to Alistair. Alistair realised Zevran was trying to see if Alistair was all right with it. So Alistair quickly nodded. He watched as Zevran took off his shirt, revealing the tattoos on his back.
“Now you,” Zevran said, as he quickly took off his pants so he was sitting in just his underclothes.
Alistair felt his heart pounding in his chest but he obliged, and with trembling hands he slowly took off his shirt and his pants until he matched with Zevran.
“Good,” Zevran said. He moved a little closer and placed a hand on Alistair’s bare leg.
“Now, tell me Alistair, do you know how to pleasure yourself?”
“Yes! Of course I do!” Alistair said, feeling oddly defensive.
Zevran threw his hands up, “I apologize, my friend.” Zevran gestured for Alistair to start. But Alistair just looked at the floor, his heart was still racing and he suddenly felt more unsure of what to do then before.
“Would you like me to help?” Zevran asked after a moment.
Alistair considered the offer, then nodded almost unnoticeable.
Zevran moved to sit next to him, his hand came to rest on Alistair’s leg again, and he slowly moved his hand up. He reached for Alistair’s underclothes, but Alistair grabbed his wrist before he could reach them.
“I--” he stared at Zevran’s hand, trying to find the words. He was nervous, terrified even, and he didn’t know how to tell Zevran, he still wanted this but at the same time was petrified.
“Would you like to watch me first?” Zevran asked in a sultry voice.
Alistair didn’t answer but his eyes grew big and Zevran seemed to take that as a yes. He quickly slipped out of his underclothes and Alistair looked away as Zevran was exposed.
Zevran took no time to start working himself. Alistair only glimpse the movement before looking away again. “You will miss the show if you keep your eyes on the floor,” Zevran teased him.
Alistair struggled to make himself look, despite wanting to, but eventually managed to look up at Zevran’s face. His cheeks were redder than they had been, and hooded eyes looked back at him. Zevran licked his lips and leaned his head back. “Hmm.”
Alistair felt himself blush at the sound. He let his eyes move down from Zevran’s face to his chest… and finally to his hands. Zevran was leisurely stroking himself. And Alistair could see Zevran’s cock growing hard under his gaze.
Zevran leaned back on his elbows as he kept stroking himself. Alistair looked up at Zevran’s face and as their eyes met, Zevran let out a long moan.
Alistair blushed and looked away again, he shifted as he felt his own desire grow.
“Dear Alistair,” Zevran said, “don’t be shy, I’m not.”
Alistair looked up at Zevran again, and Zevran let out another long moan. Alistair wondered whether it was all part of Zevran's performance or if it really felt that good.
Would it feel that good to have his hands on me?
Alistair shifted uncomfortably as his underclothes grew tighter, and he wished he could be more forward.
“ Alistair ,” Zevran repeated, moaning his name this time, “don’t be shy.”
Alistair hesitated, but then reached for his own underclothes. He was still watching Zevran’s performance as he reached under his clothes and took his cock into his hand. He was already as ready as he could be, and he twitched at the sensation of his fingers gripping his shaft. He haltingly started imitating Zevran’s strokes, and felt his chest tighten as a jolt of pleasure shot through him.
“It will be easier without those on,” Zevran said as his eyes came to rest on Alistair’s underclothes.
Alistair paused, wondering whether he was willing to be that exposed in front of Zevran, or anyone, but then hurriedly pushed his underclothes down his legs.
“Hmm,” Zevran hummed appreciatively as his eyes moved to Alistair’s cock.
Alistair didn’t move, frozen under Zevran’s gaze.
“Don’t stop on my account, please,” Zevran encouraged.
Alistair bit his lip, but then gradually started stroking himself again. More vigorously this time.
Alistair met Zevran eyes, his sultry look encouraging him to keep going. Alistair felt a heated intensity ripple through him, and every time a pleasurable sound slipped from Zevan’s lips he felt his own hunger grow.
But then Zevran stopped.
Alistair stopped as well and felt confused, and even a little embarrassed by how swept away by the moment he’d been; it showed on his face.
“I have to pause now or I will pass you by,” Zevran said. “But please continue,” he added, leaning in a little.
Alistair didn’t move.
Zevran got onto his knees and moved closer to Alistair. “Lost your nerve, dear Alistair?” he asked.
Alistair was still frozen.
“Let me lent you some of mine then,” Zevran said as his hand reached out for Alistair. Alistair looked on with bated breath as Zevran’s hand moved up his leg. Zevran’s fingers brushed over his aching cock before taking it in his hand. Zevran gently started stroking him.
“Ahhh,” Alistair let slip.
Zevran made an appreciative sound as he kept working. He seemed to know exactly how to touch Alistair, when to speed up, when to increase the pressure, when to have his other hand join in to massage him.
“Oh,” Alistair fell back against his bedroll as Zevran increased the tempo.
“I think you enjoy this handling, no?” Zevran smirked when Alistair glanced up at him from the bedroll. “You know, it doesn’t have to be a hand,” Zevran said teasingly. “You will enjoy this, dear Alistair.”
Alistair lifted himself up on his elbows, his breath caught in his throat as Zevran slowly bend down and wrapped his mouth around Alistair’s cock.
“Ohhh...” Alistair immediately fell back against the bedroll again; Zevran proved even more skilled with his mouth than with his hands. Zevran’s hand joined in and his mouth and hand worked together. His hand taking care of the rise and fall when his mouth wasn’t doing it; his tongue circling the head.
Alistair lifted himself up on his elbows again to be able to watch Zevran. Alistair watched mesmerized as Zevran pushed him to ecstasy. Warm waves built up inside of Alistair and his muscles tensed.
Zevran’s other hand moved between his own legs and he started stroking himself while still pleasuring Alistair as well. A shiver of desire ran down Alistair’s back and for a moment he wondered what it would be like to touch Zevran like that, if he even could.
Zevran seemed to feel Alistair looking at him and he met Alistair’s gaze. Alistair’s eyes shot up to the ceiling of the tent, but Zevran had seen what he had been looking at. “I think you like to watch,” Zevran said, a smirk playing on his lips. He straightened himself but kept his hand on Alistair, and his other hand on himself. He gave both of them a few strokes in unison.
Alistair tried to keep his eyes on the ceiling but couldn’t help but steal a look and Zevran noticed immediately. Zevran chuckled, his voice warm, filling the tent. “Don’t be shy, Alistair, I enjoy being watched.”
He moved up Alistair’s body. Alistair gasped as Zevran settled down on his hips, his ass pressing against Alistair’s cock. Alistair closed his eyes as Zevran started rocking his hips. He could feel his hard cock rubbing against his ass, stirring something inside of him; an overwhelming feeling he was unfamiliar with.
Zevran stretched his body, one hand brushing through his hair, the other playing with himself; clearly putting on a show for Alistair. But Alistair couldn’t complain. He wasn’t sure what to do with his hands and wondered whether Zevran wanted him to touch him.
Zevran fingers reached out for Alistair, trailing down his chest, and abdomen as Zevran slowly stroked himself and kept rocking his hips. Alistair couldn’t help but look, sending new pangs of desire shooting through him.
Zevran leaned over Alistair, his face just inches from him and Alistair suddenly felt more nervous than he had before. For a moment he was hypnotized by his lips and couldn’t hear what Zevran was saying. “How do you feel about trying something different?” Zevran asked again, his voice gruff.
“Err…” Alistair shifted under the weight of Zevran on top of him, he had no idea what Zevran was talking about but already the nerves were rushing through him.
“I promise I will be gentle,” Zevran murmured as he reach between them and gave AListair a teasing stroke. “Unless you ask me not to be, of course.” Zevran gave Alistair a wink.
“All right,” Alistair said, his voice shaky and barely audible.
Zevran grinned widely. “Good.” He leaned over Alistair to reach for his belt. “Put your arms above your head,” he told Alistair. Alistair complied and Zevran tied the belt around one wrist, then the next, then both of them and then tied it to one of the herrings of the tent. Alistair felt his heart pounding in his chest, he wasn’t sure how to react to this but he knew he didn’t want to stop.
Zevran looked at Alistair. “Don’t worry, I will keep it simple,” he said, running his fingers over the belt, checking if it was secure. “It is your first time after all.”
Zevran ran his tongue over Alistair’s nipple. He purred at Alistair’s reaction. Slowly he made his way down Alistair’s chest, placing kisses in his wake, running his tongue over the skin as his hands ran fingernails down Alistair’s body until he reach his cock. Zevran ran his tongue up Alistair’s length before suddenly moving away.
Alistair looked up, confused at the sudden absence of touch. He watched as Zevran reached into his sack and took out a small purple bottle. Alistair had no idea what it was. Zevran moved back to Alistair. He opened the bottle and let some of the contents pour out onto his palm. He looked up at Alistair and spotted his slightly concerned expression. “It’s oil,” Zevran said as he rubbed his hands together. “It is difficult to find in Fereldan, especially with a Blight going on, but I find it is a necessity.”
“Oh, I see,” Alistair, who did not see, said.
Zevran cocked a smile. He leaned in and took Alistair’s cock in his hand, slick with the oil. Alistair let slip a small moan as he appreciatively leaned into Zevran’s touch; Zevran was stroking him leisurely. and it felt better than it had before. Zevran chuckled. He leaned in so his tongue could run up and down Alistair’s cock before taking it in his mouth. “Oh,” Alistair let his head flop back against the bedroll as Zevran’s mouth and hand resumed their work. He felt oddly grateful for now finally not having to worry about what to do with his hands.
Then he felt Zevran’s other hand move between his legs. Alistair froze as he felt Zevran’s fingers circling his hole, massaging the delicate skin there. He was holding his breath as Zevran deliberately massaged him a little harder, all the while keeping up the tempo with his mouth and the hand still around his cock. When he stopped, Alistair finally breathed again.
“Enjoyable?” Zevran asked, though his tone suggested he was fully aware of how much he was affecting Alistair.
Zevran ran his hands up Alistair’s thighs, his sides; they came to rest on his ribs. With more strength than Alistair would have expected from Zevran, he flipped Alistair over on his stomach. Alistair’s cheek was pressed against the pillow, he felt thankful for the cool cloth as Zevran covered his body with his own and he felt his face heat up again. Somehow Alistair felt more exposed now than he had before.
Zevran pushed one of his legs between Alistair’s thighs, forcing them to part. He moved to sit between them, his hand immediately reaching between Alistair’s legs again, resuming the massage. Alistair felt himself leaning into the touch, a new sensation he felt was only the beginning of something more. Zevran put his hands on Alistair’s hips and lifted him slightly. He leaned forward and gave Alistair’s backside a quick bite, before running his tongue over the skin to--
“Unngh!” Alistair bucked at the feeling of Zevran’s tongue replacing his fingers; his tongue was massaging the delicate skin now.
Zevran’s hands moved across his hips to the front of his body again, he slowly started stroking Alistair, using his other hand to keep Alistair from collapsing against the bed. Zevran kept up his work, as Alistair let out appreciative sounds against the pillow.
Zevran let go and straightened himself. Alistair wanted to protest, but then Zevran’s knees were pushed against the back of Alistair’s thighs, forcing him up on his knees and elbows. Alistair leaned his forehead against the pillow, behind him he could hear Zevran opening the bottle again and he felt excited at the thought of what Zevran would do next.
Zevran came to stand behind Alistair again and Alistair felt Zevran’s fingers on his hole again. Briefly rubbing there, before pushing in a finger, angling to find something. “Umpf!” Alistair tried to smother his sounds in the pillow. Whatever Zevran had managed to find, was now sending shivers of pleasure down his spine, his cock, everywhere.
Zevran’s hand caressed Alistair’s back. “You see there are many pleasures you have yet to discover, yes?” He slowly pushed in another finger. Alistair pressed his face hard into his pillow as his sounds grew louder. Zevran slowly started fucking him with his fingers. Electricity ran through Alistair’s body. He strained against the belt as he twisted under Zevran’s administrations. He had no idea what Zevran was doing, but it felt better than he knew anything could feel. Alistair felt himself pushing his hips back, wanting more of whatever this was. Zevran responded by chuckling. He upped the tempo and reached around to take Alistair’s cock in his hand again.
Alistair felt his legs start to weaken with the feeling, it was different than before, impossibly more intense. “Ungh!” Alistair could feel himself loosen around Zevran’s fingers, feeling himself stretched around them as Zevran pushed in again and again.
“Oh,” Alistair gasped as Zevran leaned into his work and Alistair could feel Zevran’s hard cock against the back of his thigh.
“I see you are enjoying this, dear Alistair,” Zevran said as he kept his work up. “But perhaps you would like to keep this going a little longer?” Alistair nodded, though he felt like he was already teetering on the edge of a glorious destruction and couldn’t imagine he’d be able to hold out for long.
Zevran let go and pulled back. Alistair flopped down on the bedroll, panting. Zevran leaned over him. “Exhausted already?” he murmured as his eyes trailed over Alistair’s trembling frame. “Tsk tsk.” Zevran placed a hand on Alistair's hip and forced him down on his back. He wasted no time manoeuvring his fingers between Alistair’s legs again, two fingers slick with oil pushing in, as his other hand gripped Alistair's cock. Alistair hid his face against his arm, as the pulsating desire paralysed him again.
As Zevran pushed him closer to the edge he looked up at Zevran who was looking back at him intently, as he slowly fucked Alistair with his fingers and stroked his cock. Alistair leaned into Zevran’s touch, aching for him. “Zevran,” he said, his voice husky. “I-- Ah!” Alistair was silenced by another wave of pleasure; his want was almost painful now. “Zevran, I…” he didn’t know how to ask, so instead he angled his hips closer to Zevran. His arms strained against the leather straps. “Zevran,” he begged.
For a moment Zevran was the one confused, but then he released what Alistair was asking for, and he chuckled.
He pulled back and took out the bottle again. This time he let a generous amount of oil spill out onto his palm. “You are sure?” Zevran ask, his hoarse voice making it clear he was as eager as Alistair was.
Alistair nodded nervously.
Zevran pursed his lips as he moved in a little closer. Gently he applied the oil between Alistair’s legs. Then he took more oil and applied it to himself, making a show of it as he leisurely played with himself in front of Alistair.
Finally he put his hands on Alistair’s hips, lifting them a little as he guided him to the tip off his cock. He looked down at Alistair, who in turn was watching him with bated breath. Zevran kept his eyes on his as he gently pushed in, just a little at first.
“Umpf,” Alistair trembled as Zevran pushed in deeper, gently, but unrelentingly, until he was filling Alistair wholly. Alistair shifted under Zevran’s touch, he felt his body stretched around Zevran’s cock, still aching for more.
“Oooh,” Alistair felt a jolt of pleasure as Zevran carefully started to move. Fucking him impossibly slowly as he kept his eyes fixed on Alistair.
Zevran put his hands on either side of Alistair’s chest, leaning forward a little as he lost himself in the moment, moaning against Alistair's skin.
Alistair whimpered as Zevran upped the tempo and at the same time reached for Alistair's throbbing cock. He firmly stroked Alistair's cock as he kept up the tempo.
By now Alistair was seeing stars, his fingers were numb and his right leg was twitching. He wanted to beg Zevran to keep going, but the words turned into moans before they left his mouth.
Zevran let his other hand brush against Alistair’s mouth, a single finger dipping in. “Hmmm,” Alistair sucked it as he struggled against the belt tying his hands; for the first time he wished his hands were free so he could touch Zevran... give him even a sliver of the pleasure he was giving him.
“You are very receptive,” Zevran said as he upped his pace, clearly intending to finally push Alistair over the edge.
“Zevran,” Alistair whimpered as with the tempo, the pleasure increased as well. It was almost painful as the intensity built.
Then, suddenly, there was Zevran’s mouth on his. Alistair was surprised by it, but receptive. He opened his mouth and Zevran’s tongue dipped in and he ran along the inside of Alistair’s upper lip. Zevran pulled back, taking his bottom lip between his teeth. Alistair felt his whole body flush with new sensations.
Alistair moaned into Zevran’s mouth, and Zevran pressed his mouth against Alistair’s again, deepening the kiss.
Then Zevran abruptly pulled back, his hands and hips still. “I must apologize,” he said. “I don’t know if you wanted to be kissed by me, but you looked so beautiful.”
Alistair blinked. He wanted to tell Zevran how much he wanted him to kiss him again but didn’t know the words. So instead he lifted himself, straining against the leather restraining him, until his mouth met Zevran’s. Zevran moaned as Alistair slipped his tongue in. His hips started moving again. His hand reached between them and gripped Alistair’s cock, stroking it vigorously as he reciprocated Alistair's kiss.
Alistair moaned under Zevran’s administrations. “Don’t stop,” he begged as his whole body shuddered with the overwhelming sensation of having Zevran inside him. And finally Alistair felt himself pushed over the edge, his cock coming in long spurts across his chest as Zevran kept pushing his body, finding new ecstasy with every stroke.
“Umf.” Alistair moaned against Zevran’s skin as his climax shocked through his body. “Ahhh.”
Finally spent, Alistair’s body went limp. He lay still on the bedroll, panting as he was still feeling some aftershocks of pleasure moving through his body. Zevran slowly pulled out and Alistair whimpered under him. His body shivering as Zevran left him.
His breath was still uneven as Zevran loosened the belt around his wrists and took it off. Zevran rubbed the sore skin there before putting the belt away.
Alistair rolled onto his side, he was exhausted and could feel himself drift off to sleep. But there was a final thing he wanted to do.
“I will leave you to get cleaned up,” Zevran said as he reached for his pants. Alistair caught his arm. Zevran looked curiously at Alistair’s hand.
Alistair didn’t know how to voice his wants, so instead he pulled Zevran back, until Zevran sat down again. Zevran let him silently lead him. Alistair sat down in front of him. He reached out and then hesitated, his fingers hovering above Zevran’s sensitive skin. Zevran smiled a little at the sight, looking amused, but he didn’t move. Alistair bit his lip and then reached out again, wrapping his hand around Zevran’s cock. Slowly started stroking Zevran as he had him.
“Hmmm,” Zevran looked up at Alistair with hooded eyes. “I’m afraid I won’t last long, dear Alistair,” Zevran said as he leaned forward to whisper into Alistair’s ear, “especially as you seem to be a very good student.”
“Ahhh,” Zevran’s hands clasped Alistair’s shoulders as he suddenly upped the tempo. “Yes, that’s right,” Zevran said. “Keep going.”
Alistair worked diligently. Every time he managed to wring another moan out of Zevran he felt spurred on to get another one.
“Unf,” Zevran bit into Alistair’s shoulder.
Iit only took a few more strokes before Zevran was moaning louder, his head buried in the crook of Alistair’s neck, as he came in long spurts. “Aaahh,” he dug his nails deeper into Alistair’s shoulder.
When he finished, Zevran looked up at Alistair, who suddenly felt shy again.
“That was very good of you, Alistair,” Zevran said as he slowly let go of Alistair.
“Ahum,” Alistair turned his face away from Zevran, he had no idea what to say now. So instead he quickly grabbed his underclothes to wipe clean his chest. Alistair maneuvered in awkwardly in the small tent, trying to putt his pants on again. When he dared to look back at Zevran, he noticed Zevran had gotten dressed as well.
Zevran looked at Alistair’s blushing face and smiled. He moved to leave the tent. Alistair was sitting in a corner of the tent, his back turned towards Zevran; too nervous to face him.
“Thank you for a very enjoyable evening,” Zevran said before he left the tent.
As soon as Zevran left, he immediately crawled into his bedroll. Alistair could hear Zevran moving through the camp, to his own tent. The camp was quiet now and Alistair started worrying about all the noise they had made, and whether anyone had heard them. But mainly he thought about what he had felt this night, and how much he wanted to feel it all again.
After years of flirting, one night Fenris and Hawke end up in bed together. Fenris is a little unsure of how to act, so they take things slow.
Takes place directly after the first kiss with Fenris in the game, it could take place after either version of the kiss.
Happy… just for a little while
Hawke and Fenris made their way up the stairs together, stopping every few steps to sneak in another kiss. Once they reached the top of the stairs, Hawke took Fenris’ hand and led him to the bedroom. Inside, Fenris immediately pulled Hawke in for another embrace. His arms wrapped around her waist, as he started kissing her neck, his kisses growing hungrier as they moved closer to her mouth. When his lips finally met hers, his kiss was as eager as the first kiss of the night had been.
But then Fenris broke off the kiss. As they broke apart, the look on his face worried Hawke, she couldn’t quite make out what it was, but it was clear he was troubled by something.
“It’s okay if you’ve changed your mind, Fenris,” she said, voicing her worst fear.
Fenris shook his head, “No, it’s not that… I…” he lowered his eyes and nervously wrung his hands. “I just… don’t know how to do this.” Fenris looked at the wall, avoiding Hawke’s eyes, his hands made nervous gestures as he tried to find the right words. “I’ve never… not like this…” his voice fell quiet again.
Hawke cautiously put her hand on his shoulder, let it slip to his arm, and then took his hand in hers. “It’s all right Fenris,” she said, “I understand.”
Fenris’ eyes shot up to her, “How could you?” he hissed, and pulled his hand free. There was anger in his voice, but Hawke had known Fenris long enough to recognise when the anger was directed at Fenris himself. What was worse was that there was a certain desperation to his voice as well.
“Fenris, it’s all right,” Hawke repeated, taking his hand again.
Fenris finally met her eyes, his expression soft again. Fenris cupped Hawke’s face and kissed her. Tenderly at first, but quickly the kiss grew more passionate; Fenris pressed his body against Hawke’s, and buried his hands in her hair. Hawke’s heart was racing in her chest. She wrapped her arms around his body in a desperate want, feeling the strong muscles of his back move under her touch, as her hands moved down to the small of Fenris’ back, traced his hip and moved up his chest. Her hands twisted in the border of the soft part of his armour. All she could think about was ripping it off; her mind already clouded with fantasies about what would happen next.
Hawke broke off the kiss for a moment. “Fenris, are you sure you want this,” she asked again.
Fenris’ eyes flashed from her eyes to her mouth and back again. “I want you,” he said, his voice hoarse. Immediately they were locked in embrace again but whether she had pulled him in or he her, Hawke could not say. Hungry hands moved over her body and she couldn’t keep her hands off Fenris either.
Hawke pushed Fenris away a little so she could look at him. She took his hand again, and - keeping her eyes locked on his - led him to the bed. He looked nervous, shy almost, but he let her lead him.
Hawke maneuvered Fenris so he was standing with his legs pressed against the bed. She put her hand on his chest and pushed him down on the bed. Hawk climbed on top of him, her thighs framing his hips. She leaned in and kissed him again, Fenris eagerly pulled her closer. Hawke’s mouth moved from Fenris’ lips to his jawline, tracing a path down his neck, running her tongue along the tender skin there. Fenris let out a small moan of pleasure, and Hawke could feel his deep voice vibrating through his chest under her fingers.
Hawke’s fingers found the clasps of Fenris’ armour and slowly started undoing them. She looked up at Fenris who was looking at her with hooded eyes, his hand reached out to her and caressed her face as he nodded. Hawke quickly undid the clasps of his armour until she could pull the whole thing off him. Underneath his plate armour Fenris was wearing a black undershirt, Hawke reached out to pull it off, carefully studying Fenris’ face. Fenris realised what she was doing and lifted himself enough to take it off himself.
Fenris threw the shirt away from the bed and laid back down. Fenris’ chest was covered in a delicate pattern. Hawke had never before asked or seen how far Fenris’ markings went, only now did she release how extensively he was marked; his whole chest was covered with them, light blue rivers of magic crossing the darker skin. Tentatively Hawke reached out, but stopped just short of touching him, her fingers hovering over his exposed skin. Fenris took her hand and placed it on his chest. Hawke carefully let her fingers explore the smooth skin, tracing the pattern down his stomach. Now and then the markings would light up under her touch.
“I’m not… hurting you am I?” Hawke asked.
Fenris shook his head.
Hawke leaned in, her hair falling down on his chest as she placed kisses down his ribs, and abdomen. Hawke’s fingers found the waistband of Fenris’ pants. She looked up to meet Fenris’ eyes, but his head was buried behind his arms.
“Fenris?” she asked unsure.
“I’m fine,” he said, his voice stiff.
Hawke put her hands on his arms and gently pulled them away from his face. “Fenris,” she asked again, softer this time.
Fenris briefly smiled. “I’m fine, really,” he lifted himself up on his elbows so he could pull Hawke in for a kiss, slow, deliberate and gentle, but penetrated with longing. “I want this,” he whispered. “I’m just not sure… how to… act,” he repeated his earlier doubts.
Hawke gave him a quick kiss. “I want this as well.” She let her hands trail down his chest. “And we’ll figure out how together.” She tugged on the waistband of his pants again, slowly pulling them down a little bit, keeping her eyes on Fenris. He nodded, and kept his eyes on her as she moved down his body and gently undressed him.
Fenris was still looking at Hawe as she moved up his body again. He swallowed loudly and seemed to be holding his breath. Hawke moved her fingers to his smallclothes and started pulling them a down, Fenris didn’t protest, but he did hide his face again.
“It’s all right,” he said from behind his arms when he noticed Hawke’s pause.
Hawke slowly pulled his smallclothes down his legs were they dropped to the floor. Hawke eyes lingered on the markings on Fenris’ feet, and she noticed those markings ran from his feet up his ankles, calves and thighs… Hawke stopped her eyes from wandering, suddenly more shy than she had been. When she did finally look she could see how much Fenris wanted this as well, and she could see that there were no markings there; the markings stopped at his pelvic bone.
Hawke slowly moved her hands up Fenris thighs, brushing against his loins, but not yet touching him. She leaned in let her mouth barely brush his cock. Fenris let out a small whimper at that.
“Hawke…” his gruff voice came from behind his arms.
Hawke let her fingers explore Fenris’ delicate skin, teasing him, as she intentionally did not touch him yet.
“Do you want this?” she asked softly.
“Yes,” came the immediate reply. “Yes.”
Hawke positioned herself between his legs. Fenris shuddered at the sensation of her breath against his heath.
“Are you sure?” she asked.
“Hawke…” Fenris whispered, he unfolded his arm, and reached out to brush his fingers through her hair, “I am yours.” Hawke felt her heart flutter at those words.
Hawke let her fingers trail around his shaft once more, before taking it in her hand and giving it one firm stroke.
“Mmmm,” Fenris’ back arched slightly, as he moved with Hawke’s hand. Hawke’s let her fingers play around the head, teasing the most sensitive part before she leaned in and ran her tongue up his entire length. “Hmm…” Fenris shuddered under her touch.
Hawke positioned herself a little better. “Hawke,” Fenris gasped as she moved her mouth around him, slowly moving her head up and down as her hands massaged him. Her tongue and fingers deliberately building his pleasure. Fenris trembled under her handling. He reached out for her again, burying his fingers in her hair. Hawke increased the rhythm, encouraged by the appreciative sounds coming from Fenris’ lips between erratic breaths. His fingers in her hair tightened, slightly pulling it.
Hawke paused, and Fenris looked down at her with curious eyes. He watched intently as she brought her fingers first to her mouth, then moved them to between his legs. She looked up at Fenris. There was a red blush spread over his heaving chest. The sight made her want to touch him even more, push him further, make him feel more than he ever had before.
Fenris leaned into her touch between his legs, a small sigh slipping from him as Hawke slowly, deliberately started massaging him. Hawke slightly dipped one finger in and Fenris kept looking at her. His breath hitchy. She slowly increased the rise and fall of her hand still on his shaft, as she pushed in a little deeper, angling her fingers to hit just the right spot. When she did, Fenris fell back against the bed, an approving moan escaping him.
Hawke’s hands worked in unison, working Fenris’ body with skilled precision. Hawke leaned in, her tongue joining in on the work. She ran her tongue over the head, enjoying Fenris’ eager squirming.
“…Hawke…” Her name came out as a moan between desperate breaths as Fenris trembled under her.
Fenris hands were twisted in the sheets, pulling them a little tighter every time the rhythm intensified.
“Mmmm,” Fenris buried his face in the bed as Hawke kept nudging him to his climax. Finally she could feel his pleasure build and build, his cock pulsating in her hand as he tightened around her… and finally overspill.
Fenris threw his head back when it hit him. “Aaaaahhhhhhhhhhhmm,” his exaltation turned into a moan. His back arched as he was lifted off the bed, his hands dragging the sheets up with him. “… Hawke ,” he gasped as she kept working him in his release.
Finally Fenris’ body went limp. He laid motionless on the bed, spent . Small beads of sweat glistening on his heaving chest.
Hawke laid down next to him, still aching for Fenris. Fenris turned to face Hawke, he reached out to her and pulled her against him. Hawke rested her head on his chest.
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you exhausted before,” Hawke said teasingly.
Fenris didn’t respond, instead he threw his leg over her and in one smooth movement he was on top of her. Fenris leaned in close, his face only an inch from Hawke’s, his intense eyes completely focused on her. “I could take you right now,” he said. His meaning clear as he pressed his body against Hawke’s.
Fenris placed a hand at the back of Hawke’s head and lifted her into a passionate kiss. Gently biting her bottom lip as he broke it off. Hawke took Fenris’ hands, and brought them to the buttons of her dress. “Right now?” she gently teased, cocking her eyebrow. Fenris smiled as he obligingly started undoing the buttons of Hawke’s dress.
Undoing the final button, Fenris pushed the dress over Hawke’s shoulders, exposing her brassiere. Fenris leaned in and placed a kiss on her collarbone. He traced kisses down her breastbone as his hands massaged her breasts, then slipped to her back so he could quickly undo the fastenings of her brassiere. Fenris straightened himself and, almost reverent, he pulled of the brassiere. Hawke quickly pulled off her drawers and threw them across the room, leaving herself naked under Fenris’ loving gaze.
Fenris leaned back a little, taking in the sight of her naked breasts, her soft stomach, the small patch of hair between her legs. He reached out and traced the curves of her body with his fingers, letting them rest on her hips.
“Fenris, I–” she was cut of by Fenris’ mouth crashing into hers as he covered her body with his. Fenris slightly spread her legs with his hands, before letting his hand explore the heat between her thighs. His fingers explored her, carefully touching her as his mouth kissed her neck. Hawke moved her hand to cover his and slowly started moving them together, showing him how to touch her. Fenris quickly found the right rhythm and diligently kept it up, even as Hawke’s own hand fell away as she was lost to the pleasure.
“Fenris,” she moaned into his neck, her arms clasped around his back. “I want you inside me,” she whispered.
Fenris met her eyes, an expression of eagerness and uncertainty clouding his.
“I don’t know how I–”
“It’s all right,” Hawke said, gently pushing Fenris off her and flat on his back. She moved to cradle his hips with hers. She reached between them and keeping her eyes on him, slowly guided him inside her as she lowered her body on his.
Fenris gasped as their bodies met; Hawke let out a small moan as she felt him fully inside of her. Leisurely she started rocking her hips as she guided both of them to euphoria.
“Touch me,” she said to Fenris as she reached out for his hand, placing it between her legs]. He understood what she needed and his fingers quickly found the right tempo. His other hand came to rest on her breast, kneading it. Every now and then his fingers would still on her as the pleasure would overcome him, but Hawke was too lost to the moment to notice. Her breath was laboured and her heart was pounding in her chest, as the heat build between her legs. “Fenris,” she moaned.
Fenris wrapped one arm around her waist and in one smooth movement was on top. Their connection was separated, but Fenris wasted no time. His hand moved between her legs, building her pleasure up and up until he maneuvered himself between her legs and entered her again. When he pushed in, Hawke moaned with pleasure, the fullness of her body, and the knowledge that it was Fenris inside of her, after all these years of wanting him, he was finally right here.
Fenris changed his rhythm until he found the one that made Hawke call out his name. Her hands desperately held on to his arms as he kept up the tempo. Fenris’ hands reached between them and Hawe couldn’t help but whimper into his shoulder as he effortlessly found the right place to touch her, and help her reach her climax. Fenris kissed Hawke, his hungry kiss still devouring her as the first wave of pleasure crashed over her. Hawke let out a long moan, her pleasure escaping her mouth into his. “Don’t stop,” she whimpered as Fenris worked her, pushing her over the edge.
Hawke held on to Fenris as the waves of pleasure crashed over her, her nails digging into his skin as her body quivered. Until finally the final wave came and she was left a trembling mess.
Fenris slowly pulled away, giving a final jolt of pleasure as he left her.
He laid down next to Hawke and gave her a gentle kiss on the lips, before pulling her close to him. Hawke buried her head against his chest and soon felt herself starting to drift off to sleep.
“You will stay the night, won’t you?” Hawke asked, her voice barely audible in her drowsy state.
“Of course.”
Hawke didn’t hear Fenris’ reply when it came. The last thing she remembered was Fenris stroking her back as she fell asleep.
Rating: Explicit
Relationships: julian devorak/female mc
Additional Tags: Cunnilingus, Fluff and Smut c
Word Count: 2639
Summary:
One night, Julian and Ava (female MC) finally find some time to spend together away from prying eyes, so Julian invites Ava for a walk and something more…
Takes place directly after Book VIII: Strength
The Path
Julian leaned over and took Ava’s hand in his. “Maybe we can stay out a little longer,” he said, a slight grin on his face.
Ava smiled widely. “Probably only right, we shouldn’t disturb Portia while she’s doing the dishes.”
Julian got to his feet. “Exactly what I was thinking,” he said as he helped Ava up. Still holding her hand, Julian led her to the start of a small path. “Care for a walk?” he asked, his voice impossibly inviting.
Ava cocked an eyebrow, “…sure?” Something about the way Julian asked the question made Ava suspect the invite wasn’t simply for a walk.
Julian held on to Ava’s hand as they made their way down the path, the light of Portia’s small cottage fading behind them. It was dark, but the moon and the stars provided enough light for them to be able to tell where they were going, even in this lightly wooded area. They were quiet for a while, simply enjoying each other’s company in this rare peaceful moment between them. Every now and then Julian and Ava’s eyes would meet, but neither of them spoke, even though there were clearly words left hanging in the air between them..
“I used to love going for nightly walks,” Julian said wistfully, breaking the silence. “Now I always have to be on guard…,” his voice trailed of as he looked around them, then he turned to Ava. She could see on his face that Julian made a clear effort to hide his sadness. “It’s taken the fun right out of it, I can tell you,” Julian added in a more jovial tone. He smiled at Ava, but by now she could tell when Julian’s smiled were not genuine.
They reached a small stream, clear water that looked like the night sky itself was running between the trees.
Julian leaned in, “look,” he whispered in Ava’s ear as he pointed to the stream, “a fox, just there.”
Ava glanced at Julian’s face, just inches from hers, when he met her eyes she quickly looked at where he was pointing. A small white fox was drinking from the stream, he looked up at the two of them and then turned and disappeared into the trees again.
“I can see why you like taking walks at night,” Ava said as Julian moved away.
Julian gave her a soft smile and took her hand again. “I find I enjoy it even more so with company,” he said, as he brought her hand to his mouth and placed a kiss on soft skin of the back of her hand. Ava blushed, her heart fluttering, she had to look away from Julian’s intense gaze.
They kept walking until they reached a grassy hill. Ava let go of Julian’s hand and quickly ran up the hill. Looking over her shoulder she called out, “Come on!” to Julian, who shrugged and ran after her.
“I love a view like this,” Ava said as she reached the top of the hill. “Seeing all the houses look so small, it’s… peaceful.”
Julian came to stand next to her. They both looked out over the fields in front of them, there were only a few houses darted across the landscape, and just a few of them still had candles burning; tiny pin pricks of light, as if the fields themselves were reflecting the night sky above them.
Julian turned to Ava, “Do you want to stay a while?”
Ava looked back at the path that led them here. “Maybe it’s getting too late; Portia will worry.”
Julian chuckled. “I don’t think you can stop Portia from worrying.” He took off his coat and draped it on the grassy ground. “Please…,” he held out an inviting hand. Ava took it and Julian guided her to sit down on his coat before joining her.
Ava felt her body flush as Julian sat down next to her. Her mind drifted back to the library, and that only made her blush even more.
“I love the cool night air,” Julian said.
For a moment Ava thought he was mocking her obviously flushed appearance, but when she looked at him she could see the sincerity on his face. Julian was leaning back on his elbows, his head thrown back, eye closed, and a content smile on his face. Ava’s eyes were fixed on his face. He looked more at ease, and more beautiful, than she had ever seen him.
“Julian?”
“Yes, Ava?” Julian replied without opening his eye.
Ava looked at him but she just couldn’t get the words out. “Nevermind.”
Julian’s eye flashed open and he turned his chest towards her. “Now I’m intrigued,” he said, “what were you going to say?”
Ava bit her lip. “Just that I’ve never seen you this…”
“At ease?” Julian offered when Ava wouldn’t say it.
“Yes.”
“Well you’ve never seen me after a good night at the tavern.”
“Err..”
“That time doesn’t count as good,” Julian said as he laid down on his back, crossing his arms behind his head. “I was… drinking to forget,” he added, his tone much more serious. Ava didn’t need to ask what he had wanted to forget.
Ava laid down next to Julian. “I’m glad you changed your mind,” Ava said.
“Came to my senses more like,” Julian replied, clearly knowing what she was referring to.
He lifted himself up on one elbow, leaning over Ava to brush away a lock of her hair. “And I’m glad you didn’t,” he said in a soft voice. Julian dipped his head to give Ava a brief kiss on the lips, before pulling back a little. He brushed his thumb over her lower lip before leaning in for a deeper kiss. Julian’s kiss was slow and deliberate. He buried his hand in her hair, pulling it just a little. Ava wrapped her arms around his neck, then moved one hand to the back of his head so she could pull him closer, deepening the kiss.
Julian moved to cover her body with his. His weight pushing down on her, as one of his legs pushed between hers. Ava’s hands traced Julian’s shoulders, then arms, pulling herself up to press her chest against his. A small moan escaped Julian’s lips, stopped as Ava eagerly kissed them.
Ava’s hands moved down Julian’s chest, to the hem of his shirt, pulling it free. Julian broke the kiss as he realised her intent.
“Ava…” he said in a throaty voice.
Ava met his eyes, her intense gaze making it clear she wouldn’t relent. She tugged on the shirt again, and this time Julian obligingly raised his arms so Ava could pull the shirt over his shoulders. She tossed it behind them in the grass. For a moment Julian towered above her. Ava ran her fingers down the pale skin of Julian’s chest, raking her fingernails across his ribs and down his abdomen.
“Hmm…” Julian looked down at her with hooded eyes. He put his hand at the back of her head and pulled her in for a kiss, his tongue running across the inside of her upper lip as his other hand moved to massage her breasts. Julian’s teeth caught her bottom lip, as his hand moved to the front of her tunic. Ava felt Julian’s fingers reach for the laces of her tunic, quickly loosening them enough for the tunic to slide half down her shoulders, revealing her bodice.
Julian broke off the kiss, his gaze slid down from Ava’s eyes to her chest, he gave an approving half grin before reaching for the hem of her tunic. Ava lifted her arms and in one fluid motion Julian undressed her.
“Hmmm.” Julian let his gaze linger on Ava’s bodice. Ava took Julian’s hands and placed them on her breasts. Julian looked up at her, slightly surprised. Ava smiled deviously, “Well?”
Julian grinned widely as he obliged, his pale fingers contrasted against black lace as he worked the fastenings there. Finally the bodice fell away from Ava’s body. The night sky cool against her heated skin. Julian reached out, gently cupping her breasts.
“You approve?” Ava asked teasingly.
Julian flashed a smile, he leaned in and ran his tongue between her breasts, before tracing kisses over the delicate skin of her right breast. He caught Ava’s eyes before circling his tongue around her nipple. He took the nipple between his teeth, sharp teeth teasing the sensitive skin there. Ava let out a small moan and fell back against the coat. Julian made a soft sound of approval at the reaction he’d elicited from Ava.
Julian’s hands now massaged Ava’s breasts, as his mouth traced a line down her body, licking and biting his way down to the waistband of her skirt. He took the fabric between his teeth and teasingly pulled it up, his gaze fixed on Ava’s eyes. She was about to tell him to rip the skirt off already, but was distracted by the sensation of Julian’s long fingers moving from her breasts to reach up under her skirt, tracing their way up her thigh.
“Ahh,” Ava squirmed as Julian moved his finger just under her drawers. He grinned mischievously at her before throwing her skirt up and disappearing under the colourful fabric.
Ava felt Julian’s hot breath against her naked skin, before feeling teeth gently tease the soft skin of her inner thigh. Julian slowly made his way up, leaving marks on her skin as a path leading up to her centre. When he reached her drawers, Julian let a finger slip under the fabric, exploring her wet centre, briefly, tentatively penetrating her, before slipping out of her drawers again. Julian straightened himself just to be able to see the expression on Ava’s face. He tugged on her drawers, pulling them down her legs, off one leg and then the other before tossing it with the other clothing items.
Ava held out her arms to him, inviting him in for a kiss, but Julian shook his head. “I’m not quite finished yet,” he said before disappearing between her thighs again.
Ava squirmed in his grip a little, feeling jittery as Julian ran his tongue up her inner thigh, right up to her centre. She gasped as Julian ran his tongue over her. “Hmm,” his muffled approval came. His fingernails raked over her thighs as he dipped his tongue again, working around her most sensitive part.
Ava arched her back, a small moan of pleasure escaping her lips.
Julian’s tongue was still working her, as he dipped in one finger, carefully penetrating her. When Ava responded with happy floundering he added another finger. They slowly started working together, slowly moving in a most pleasurable rhythm. As Julian’s fingers slowly increased the pace, his tongue also started working faster.
“Aahhh!” Despite herself Ava let out a loud moan, as she felt pleasure building up in her. She felt herself tighten around Julian’s dexterous fingers as the found just the right spot to touch her. Julian chuckled at the sound.
“Ohh…,” Ava couldn’t help herself.
She reached out for Julian, burying her hands in his hair as she pushed him even closer against her. Ava could hear a muffled sound of approval; Julian seemed even more hungry for this than she was. He worked eagerly and the pleasure inside of her intensified beyond anything she had ever felt before. Ava was trembling in pleasure and anticipation now. “Julian…” she gasped.
Julian let his fingers slip out. Planting a final kiss on her wet centre before looking up at her, looking immensely pleased with himself.
“Julian?” Ava asked confused.
“Don’t worry, I tend to finish what I started,” he said as he moved to cover her body with his. Julian pressed his body against hers, and Ava could feel his want pressing against her.
Julian moved so he was lying next to her. He leaned in to whisper into her ear, “I want to look at you,” he whispered into her ear as his hand moved between her legs.
Julian’s gaze was fixed on Ava, locking her eyes to him. She felt her heart racing as his fingers reached her centre and resumed their work. Julian leaned in and pressed his lips against hers, his tongue pressing, parting her lips to enter her mouth. His fingers picking up a familiar rhythm as he deepened the kiss.
“Ah,” Ava gasped between kisses as she felt the pleasure building between her legs. Julian’s tongue dipped into her mouth again, demanding her kiss as he steadily worked her centre with his fingers.
Ava broke the kiss with a long deep moan as Julian pushed her further.
“Look at me,” Julian whispered.
Ava met his gaze and Julian grinned at her as he increase the rhythm of his fingers. Ava felt her back arch, her body moving with Julian’s rhythm. Her mind felt cloudy with pleasure and she was barely aware of Julian’s voice whispering “look at me,” again.
“Julian,” she whispered. As her eyes met his again, the first wave of pleasure broke over her. “Julian,” she moaned under his touch. “Aaah.” Wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her, leaving her trembling under his touch as he demanded more from her. “Juliaan…,” she moaned as the next wave found her. Ava’s fingers and legs went numb, all that was left was Julian’s touch and the pleasure he brought her. “Keep your eyes on me,” Julian demanded. “Julian…,” Ava whimpered as he made his final push. “Aaahhh!” she desperately held on to his arms, her eyes fixed on his, as she was undone.
Julian slowed his rhythm as the last wave of pleasure ebbed away, leaving Ava a trembling mess. Ava was breathing heavily, her head buried in the crook of Julian’s neck.
Julian kissed her cheek. “I told you, there were things I could do to you if we had time,” he whispered, his own breathing sounding compromised as well. He traced her jawline with his fingers, before his hand moved down her body. He straightened her skirt a little before moving his hand to her face again. Cradling it, he gently pulled her in for a chaste kiss.
Ava slowly came back to herself. She reached out her hand to Julian’s face, brushing the thick hair away from his eye. “Ava,” he whispered, “I–” Ava stopped him mid-sentence with a kiss. When she pulled away there was a bittersweet expression on Julian’s face.
Julian looked up at the sky, already the dawn was rolling in. “It seems we never have enough time,” Julian lamented.
“I don’t suppose we can stay out a little longer,” Ava asked curiously, running her fingers over Julian’s bare chest.
Julian covered her hand with his own, and brought it up to his mouth to kiss it. “I’m afraid not, even if I thought Portia would not come look for us, I don’t think being caught out here when the dawn comes, is the best idea.”
He got to his feet and held out his hands to Ava, she took them and he pulled her up to her feet. He quickly plucked her bodice from the ground and helped her put it back on. “But don’t worry, I–”
“Always finish what you start?” Ava finished, cocking her head.
Julian grinned, “exactly,” he said as his quick fingers finished lacing up her bodice. Julian handed Ava her tunic before putting on his own shirt. He took his coat from the grass and threw it over his shoulder. “Especially when it comes to pleasurable… excursions,” he said as he offered Ava his arm.
Arm in arm they quickly made their way back down the path to the small cottage, where a very angry Portia was already standing in the doorway, tapping her foot and waiting for them.
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