For the kiss prompts, could you do Cullrian with a kiss to keep them in bed in the morning please
Dorian didn’t think he’d ever see the day. The sun was just barely starting to creep up, usually a sign for the man lying next to him to rise and start his day, yet Cullen continued to sleep on. Cullen had had a hard time adjusting to life in the Imperium at first, looking for threats around every corner, unsure what to do with himself without some great world conflict to tackle… But with time, he had settled in, and his ability to now peacefully sleep past the crack of dawn was a testament to it.
Instead it was Dorian who was now forced to be the early riser, political agendas seemingly unwilling to wait until reasonable hours of the day to unfold. But as he tried to slip from bed, rolling over and starting to carefully peel back layers of blankets--hardly necessary with the human furnace that shared his bed--a heavy weight draped over his middle, still him.
“Is is that time?” Cullen asked, voice thick with sleep. The arm over Dorian’s waist pulled him more snugly against Cullen’s body in an unspoken bid for Dorian not to go.
“Unfortunately,” Dorian responded with a sigh. It didn’t need to be said that he’d much rather remain right there in Cullen’s arms, now winding more securely around Dorian, keeping him there. “You know how they bicker like children when I’m not there. If I don’t--“ A series of kisses pressed song the back of his shoulder and neck cut off the rest of Dorian’s words, Cullen’s sleepy hum saying that he definitely believed Dorian settled more fights than he caused.
“You know, if I didn’t know any better, I’d think you’re trying to make me late,” Dorian said, letting Cullen’s hands and mouth roam over his skin.
“Is it working?” A kiss pressed behind the shell of Dorian’s ear, Cullen’s words a murmur.
Dorian turned in Cullen’s arms so he could capture Cullen’s mouth with his own, the returned heat of it sparking something in Dorian. “Perhaps if I’m a tad late, the whole place won’t fall apart…”came Dorian’s words, a response met with a curling smile and an answering kiss, letting Dorian know that was the correct answer.
It wasn’t fair how easily Cullen could get him to cave, and Dorian had to wonder if this is how Cullen felt every time Dorian ‘trapped’ him in bed instead of letting him get to early morning trainings or growing stacks of documents and reports. Cullen didn’t seem to mind all that much. Dorian can’t say he does either.
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