All Hail West Thedas
Ch. 9: What Did You Think All Them Saddles and Boots Was About?
Rating: E | Category: M/M | Words: 44899 | Chapters: 9/9
Summary: Dorian Pavus has run away from home, from a life of misery, from some unspeakable incident with his father, from Tevinter, from himself. He has run out of money, too, and now he is stuck way out here away from things. But maybe it's not so bad. Ehsaan is sweet, The Iron Bull is kind in his own way, and they both say that he can stay as long as he likes.
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Dorian had been dreaming of little else since he’d arrived, and nothing at all else since it had become a real possibility. Yet still, he had only been with a handful of men, and only once in a situation with more than one of them at a time, and that had been… well he didn’t even remember all of it. Sort of sloppy. Disorganized. Boring, in parts. This, he was sure, wouldn’t be. But he wasn’t sure of the rest.
"I'm just... it's only I've never... I'm simply—" he stammered on.
"It's ok to be nervous. We can take things slow. Nothing has to happen today, nothing unless you want it to,” said The Iron Bull, now very calm and shockingly gentle.
“I do,” Dorian corrected again quickly. “I do want it to. I’m just, kaffas, I’m sorry, Bull. I —”
Bull raised an eyebrow. “What exactly are you worried about?” he asked, “tell me.”
Dorian sighed.
He’d talked to Bull more than Ehsaan about home , about what had happened there, and why he’d left. Sweet as Ehsaan was, he felt as though The Bull somehow understood more than he did about it. He’d shared a bit of his own in turn, explaining plainly how he had been through his own share of abuses in a similar part of the world. For all their warring ideologies, Qunandar and Qarinus weren’t separated by much space at all.
“I don’t know,” he said, “what if — what if I have a bloody breakdown or —”
“You’re not going to have a breakdown,” Bull soothed with a small smile, placing that tough, gentle hand under his jaw again and pulling his gaze up into his own, “you’re going to have an orgasm. Several, if I get my way about it.”
Dorian swallowed. The Iron Bull’s smirk grew fuller.
“And the thing is, I always get my way.” He did that thing he did that wasn’t a wink.
Dorian snorted out a surprised laugh, but before he could protest, The Iron Bull kissed him once more. He leaned down, and pulled Dorian up. He wrapped him in tight arms and pressed his body into his full, broad chest. He dug his lips through the heat and hesitation, plundered his mouth and fought with his tongue until he’d worked Dorian into a frenzy to match, lowered his hands down, and nearly lifted him off the ground with the squeeze he gave Dorian's ass. Then he let him go, grinned at him.
And then they went to the bedroom.