Discover Top Posts Tagged with #naughty ram

Popular Recent

// Me, sees a p/orn meme and clicks the random link. It's some guy fingering a girl.

Kaaras: Yes please.

X'D I need more ships!

#ooc #tbd #naughty ram

// Managed to find the time (and drive) to finish this one off :’D

Love me some Adaaribull :3

#Iron Bull #The Iron Bull #Adaar #Kaaras Adaar #Adaaribull #My art #Naughty ram #Captain to Captain

// Some complete and utterly self indulgent Kaaras Adaar x Johnathon Shepard because I love them already lol.

It’s just a naked back massage, tumblr... I swear >.>

#My art #Naughty ram #// I love Kaaras' chub okay <333

30 Day OTP Challenge NSFW edition.

Day 1 – Cuddles (naked) Characters: Kaaras, The Iron Bull Warning: nudity It was the early hours of morning when Bull’s eye scrunched before it opened. Shit, they’d got so carried away last night that they’d forgotten to draw the curtains, and now the sun was starting to crawl its way into the spacious chambers of the Inquisitor. His lover was usually a man of early mornings as it were, but Bull often was able to sleep through Kaaras moving about the room to get himself ready. It was a strange sensation, to wake up to someone time after time, morning after morning. Not an unpleasant one. Bull found himself admiring the Inquisitor in his sleep, his expression sometimes the most peaceful when he wasn’t stressing over what meeting he had to have today or who he was going to toss into a prison cell. The guy needed a serious break at times, and getting to see his visage in such a state of peacefulness made Bull’s eye crease just a little as the corner of his lips turned upwards into a smile. It was short lived, though, as the Vashoth’s breathing changed as his body started to wake. All those early morning routines meant the mage had a biological clock that had him waking from pure habit. Alas, the man was only just beginning to stir, but the open curtain wasn’t going to help either of them, as Kaaras moved his hands underneath the pillow and shoved his face into it to hide from the light. Bull chuckled, moving a little closer and feeling the warmth of bare naked skin on skin, their legs tangled in the sheets from last night. A thick hand moved beneath the sheet to draw over the muscle of Kaaras’ back, feeling every groove and curve before he ran down to that fantastic arse of his and gave it a grope. “Mmmph.” It was unclear what came from Kaaras’ mouth as he spoke into the pillow, but he faced away from Bull, clearly tired. “Hey, where you think you’re goin’, Kadan?” the Bull grinned, moving up to spoon the other man’s back—albeit with difficulty considering his horn was at such an awkward angle now. Their shared bed was filled with comfortable cushions to ease awkward neck cramps, though. Plus, growing up with horns meant learning a few tricks, or just perhaps getting used to the painful kinks one could wake up in the morning with. Kaaras’ eyes partway opened as he felt that strong hand pull his back against Bull’s chest. Even half asleep, he still managed a smile, feeling comfort as he was pressed against his lover. Maker, how he did love this man, and the feeling of getting to wake up to him. He would die happy if he got to wake to this every day for the rest of his life, and he was more than content with that. “Mmm, I have to get up soon,” he murmured, his eyes squinting as the brightness finally hit them from the open curtains. The sun hadn’t quite made it up through the balcony window and doors yet, but the room was a lightening blue. This high up in the mountains (and the fortress of Skyhold), there were no birds chirping away merrily, just the silence around them. That and their breathing—and he could hear Ginger, his cat, purring away on the floor somewhere. Presumably at the hearth of the now non-existent fire. “C’mon, you can stay just a little longer. Just so I can fondle this great ass,” Bull purred into the long ear at his lips. His hand moved back beneath the covers and cupped a solid, plump cheek. “Still a little sticky from last night. Sure you don’t wanna stay and have a bath before you get up for your morning routine?” He chuckled as he nipped Kaaras’ ear. The Inquisitor flushed red in the cheeks at the comment, his ear flicking as he felt Bull’s teeth tug lovingly at it. “Maker’s breath...” he muttered. But Bull was absolutely right: he was filthy from their lovemaking last night, and he’d called attention to it. Was he really sticky? He supposed he probably was, considering the oils—as well as Bull’s ejaculate. That made him blush even more and push Bull’s hand away from his rear, as if insecure over the whole matter. Bull just laughed. “Come on, don’t be shy.” He nuzzled into Kaaras’ neck then, which earned a little laugh from his lover. “That’s better.” He moved his hand back to Kaaras’ backside and let his hand move over the shape of it before he drew the sheets down so he could see it. “Much better view,” he grinned, kissing the thick shoulder that was closest to him. “You’re going to get me all riled up, Bull, and you know it,” Kaaras muttered with a chuckle as he pressed his rump back into that calloused hand. He reached his own hand downward to grab Bull’s wrist, guiding the large arm around him and linking their fingers at his chest. “If you think saying I’m dirty and making me have a bath is an excuse for you to just get me dirty again beforehand... then you’re definitely barking up the right tree.” Kaaras pulled Bull’s hand upwards and pressed his lips to the back of his palm. He could feel Bull’s laugh make the bed shift, as well as the weight that was against his back. He loved the sound of his laugh, the feel of him behind him. Damnit, now he was definitely going to get aroused. “Come here,” Bull ordered quietly, so gently that one may even mistake it for a beg. “I want to see that adorable bed hair of yours, and your sleepy eyes.” Kaaras scoffed. “Well, when you say it like that, I’m definitely not turning around.” He gasped when he felt much larger and stronger arms move and shift him. He was turned over to face Bull and he laughed, moving a ringed hand over his face to hide it. “Ugh, I’m disgusting in the morning.” Bull smirked and took Kaaras’ hand away from his face, gently caressing the younger man’s sharp cheek, right over stubble that was somehow immaculately accurate. Kaaras was a damn perfectionist. “You’re always beautiful. The most beautiful person I’ve ever known, Kadan.” He leant forward and pressed his lips against the thin ones. Instantly, he felt Kaaras melt into it. Perfect. He was so easy to please at times, and Bull smiled into that kiss knowing that he’d relaxed the Inquisitor with mere words and a simple morning kiss. “There. Better?” Kaaras relaxed against Bull’s shoulder and placed his hand over the large, barrel chest of the warrior, touching scarred skin. “You always make everything better,” he murmured, eyes flicking to Bull’s, the patch off and showing how marred the man’s face was. “I love you.” Bull smiled and pressed another kiss to the smaller qunari, but this time on the forehead before he brushed those mischievous butterscotch locks from Kaaras’ forehead. “Love you, too, Kadan.”

#Iron Bull #The Iron Bull #Adaaribull #Kaaras Adaar #Adaar #My art #My fics #Captain to Captain #Naughty ram #30 day OTP challenge

The Privy

Characters: Kaaras Adaar, The Iron Bull Warning: adult content, m x m ship, masturbation

Sleepless nights weren’t frequent for the Inquisitor, in fact, most of the time he slept like a new born babe. When he’d been young, he’d had night terrors for what felt like years. Since Kaaras was an adult, however, sleep came so much easier. As soon as his head hit the pillow, he was out cold. It took more than the roaring snores of The Iron Bull to keep him awake. It wasn’t Bull at all, or the summer heat. Kaaras stared at the patterns on the ceiling high above of the Inquisitor’s chambers. The moon glow that came through the windows made hatches from the doors, curtains drawn open. He should have closed them, but it wasn’t really the moonlight that was keeping him awake now either, was it. The ache that was keeping him awake was down beneath the sheets and buried deep inside his loins. Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath. Bull was fast asleep beside him, oblivious to his plight. It wasn’t Bull’s responsibility. Oh, he was selfish enough to think about waking Bull up, but he’d never act upon such a thing. His body was his own problem, and Bull deserved a good night’s rest, too. He’d be guilt ridden the entire night if he woke his lover up—even if he knew deep down that The Bull would be perfectly happy to ease his body. It wasn’t the point; it was the fact that he just wished he could ignore the burning that settled deep within his lower belly. He wasn’t even hard; it was just stirring within him, making itself known. Rolling onto his side with a huff, he opened his eyes again to see the settee across from the side of the bed. Ginger was laying there, eyes bright as he stared at him. Some may have found that unsettling, but Kaaras had grown up around animals. He was used to them, used to them being awake at night, stirring, watching whilst in moments of privacy even. Ginger had a judgmental gaze about him at times, and tonight was one of those times. Kaaras frowned. Even his own cat was judging him. He wished he could have crawled under the sheets and just closed off the entire world, but he couldn’t. It was moments like this that the qunari was so hyperaware of everything around him, and everything that touched him. Even the sheets on top of him were enough to make his skin crawl and his muscles cringe, let alone the way his thigh pressed against his flaccid cock as he lay on his side. It seemed futile, to close his eyes and pray for sleep. Now that he’d brought his own mind to the pleasurable discomfort, he was wide awake. No cup of tea or even a glass of wine would take his mind off it now. Somehow, even the sound of his lover snoring loudly was suffocated to the back of his mind. No, all he could think about was the tingling betwixt his legs, the heat that swelled in his stomach, and the feel of his own blood surging down every vein and artery in his body. He could hear his own pulse rushing through his ears and felt it down his neck, throbbing hard. With a sigh, the Inquisitor quietly pushed himself up. His movement had Bull stirring, but that was all. The larger man grumbled in his sleep, which Kaaras thought was sweet, but after that he was still once more, his snoring just a little quieter. For a moment, Kaaras did nothing but look over his lover, drinking in how calm and peaceful the Tal’Vashoth looked like this. His eye patch was across the way, over on the other nightstand, a big jug of water beside it. Lifting a hand, he almost went to put it down onto Bull’s broad shoulder, just to comfort him in his sleep, but the thought of disturbing him and waking him caused him to pull it back. That and if he ended up feeling Bull, he was sure his body would cry if it could. He might even kill to feel Bull’s thick digits over his sensitive skin, those lovely, plump lips against his. Kaaras sucked in a sharp breath of air as Bull moved, his thigh pressing against his. It’s all it needed for him to feel a spark of heat shoot right between his legs and make his member stir. His long ears lowered as he felt a blush warm his cheeks. Maker’s arse, even when nobody was looking he blushed. How many months had he and Bull been lovers? Long enough that he shouldn’t be blushing at the other man’s thigh brushing up against his, and yet there he was. This was hopeless.

Gently moving the sheets down, he pushed himself from the bed. He wore nothing but a pair of loose sleep pants and woolen socks to cover his feet. Thankfully, the weather in Skyhold seemed to be a moderate and comfortable temperature always. Even when it snowed down the mountains, not a single drop touched the fortress. Just like in summer, the sweltering Orlesian heat didn’t touch the height of the mountains. With it light enough in the chamber to see where he was going, he carefully padded his way to the lavatory within his chambers. It was rare for anyone to have an en-suite, and from what Kaaras gathered, the small room had once been some kind of storage closet. With enough room, however, a privy could be made, and the pipe system went undisturbed all the way down the stairwell and through the walls of the castle to meet up with the rest of the sewer system. Closing the door carefully, what moonlight had been lighting his way was quickly snuffed out and he was left in nothing but darkness. Lifting his hand, he carefully summoned a small flame and gestured it to the nearest candle stub. The room flickered with a deep, orange glow before the flames spread and jumped to the next wick. It was a small room, but it served its purpose. At one side, there was a basin and a jug of water that was half full, a towel that hung over the edge. At the opposite side, the privy was a hole with a lid that covered it. The stone jutted out where one could sit more comfortably, but Kaaras didn’t think there was much comfort in sitting on a cold, stone toilet. Rubbing his eyes to get used to the light, he squinted as he pushed the lid aside. The hole was nothing but a black abyss that went down and down to the very bowels of Skyhold. He supposed at least it meant nothing would ever get blocked… Really not the best of thoughts while he stood there in the middle of the night. Pushing the waistband of his pants down, his cock fell out and he aimed it down the opening, the stream making little noise as it hit the side and ran down. He was not sure if it were the open air against his skin, the release of pressure from his bladder that ran down the length of his member, or the fact that he was holding his cock that made his arousal even worse. Looking down, his eyes opened wider as his cock thickened and he almost missed the bowl. “Vashedan,” he whispered, the length growing visibly in his hand as he began to stiffen. He was lucky that the stream ended when it had, because any longer and he was sure to make a mess all over the privy. How embarrassing… Even if it was the middle of the night, surely Bull would wake up and ask what the hell he was doing in here scrubbing around the opening of the chamber to clean it up. There was no way he’d be living that down, either. Bull would tease him for weeks about missing the bowl. Well, technically it wasn’t like he missed, he’d just have… lost control midway through. As the last of his urine dripped from the tip of his cock, he gave it a gentle shake, which didn’t help his now throbbing erection. He shouldn’t have taken a leak, but he was a well hydrated man, and if he held on any longer, then the same issue would happen anyway. He often found that if he kept a full bladder, the pressure made him tingly and caused erections anyway. Really… there was no winning when it came to just how sensitive his body was. Sighing, Kaaras leant his head back before he turned and sat himself down onto the toilet, his cock standing between his thighs and his pants falling around his ankles. He leant forward and rested his head into his palms, elbows on his knees. All it took was for him to piss for his arousal to finally take over. He felt like cursing and throwing something, but instead he just gritted his teeth and made a small and angry noise that no one could have heard but him. Taking a few careful breaths, he sat back up, looking down at his erection. It was the middle of the night, and he had better things to do—such as sleeping—but here he was, sitting in the privy with his cock tormenting him. He looked to the door, an ear flicking. Even with the door closed, he could still hear Bull’s snoring. His lover was dead asleep still. Well… he supposed, in a moment like this, that was not a bad thing, and Ginger couldn’t get in with the door closed. Biting his lower lip, he moved his hand around the shaft of his arousal, his breath hitching. Fuck, he was so sensitive. A dribble of pre-ejaculate pushed out the last bit of urine that had settled in his cock, running down the base of his length and falling somewhere beneath him—hopefully in the bowl. He didn’t think much of it considering his priorities soon became something else. With one hand carefully running down his stomach, his fingers brushed against the small patch of pubic hair, his other hand slowly teasing himself. So long as Bull was asleep, and the door was closed, he could spend some time in here. He may as well enjoy it, right? A few long, slow strokes had his member standing at full length, his foreskin pulled back as the smooth skin of his head was unsheathed. His hands were warm from the bed, but they were dry. He didn’t care. The last thing Kaaras enjoyed was spitting on himself. He’d not have it. He was lucky he was a mage, since he could summon spells of oil, but right now, he didn’t even care about that. His own pre-ejaculate was enough to make the sensation not so raw. He carefully drew a finger around the head of his cock where the slick bubble of pre-come dribbled, spreading it around before his palm took his length and began slowly massaging and stroking up and down. He leant his back against the wall behind him, thighs parting as he took a slow breath. Maker’s arse, already he could feel the pleasure growing all through his lower stomach and spreading down his thighs and further back. His bare backside enjoyed the feeling of being exposed to the open air, and his free hand ran down the small sack beneath his cock, giving it some attention. Kaaras had to stifle the moan that almost escaped his mouth, remembering that if he made too much noise, Bull would come knocking. He didn’t need Ginger mewling and scratching at the door either, because that would also wake his lover up. As the pleasure swelled in his body, his mind took over the rest. Dirty words were whispered into his ear, the touch of his lover, of even an invisible, faceless figure. Kaaras had long ago learned not to feel guilty over touching himself and imagining faceless people. It wasn’t about the intimacy—that was shared only with his lover. It was just about feeling himself, about enjoying his own body. Once upon a time, this brought nothing but shame and embarrassment. It still did at times (he’d never stop being shy), but he’d grown enough to know that masturbation was normal. Sure, there may not be people who touched themselves as much as he did, but he also learned that he was very sensitive. Thoughts, even words provoked him into arousal. The slightest touch against his skin, just even his arm, or his leg, could get him excited. He didn’t get to enjoy those moments; instead he felt nothing but discomfort and shame when it happened. Now, however, alone, with just himself and his body, he was able to relax and let loose, to enjoy the pleasure of touching himself. Albeit, it wasn’t the best of times, locked in the privy while his lover slept just outside. There were better times for this, but his body was a pain in the arse, and sometimes he just needed to give into it. Having picked up the pace, his hand pumped up and down the length of his erection, the sound of his palm rubbing up and down his skin could be heard over his breathing, which had started to become pants and shuddered breaths from shallow lungs. His arm pumped with the action, the thick of his muscle showing, and the veins bulging from the rush of blood. “Ah, fuck,” he whispered, swallowing thickly as he closed his eyes. It was so silent (aside from Bull’s snoring outside), that he could hear every movement of his body. The slight crack of a knee when he moved it, the sound of skin rubbing against skin, his own heartbeat thumping in his ears as it began to thud harder and harder the longer he went, and the more the pleasure grew to climax. Soon, the Inquisitor realised that he was on the brink of moaning. He had to try and close off his throat to squelch them as his hips bucked against his hand. Biting his bottom lip, he huffed from his nostrils, panting now as a light sweat began to cover his bare shoulders and chest. The whole while, Kaaras’ spare hand enjoyed his body the best he could, running between his thighs, over his soft stomach and up his chest. He wasn’t one to truly enjoy his body in any kind of attractive sense. He had pale grey skin, scars, he was overweight even if he had a well toned torso and shoulders. He’d always seen himself as unattractive, and he wouldn’t dare try and peer at himself in the small mirror above the basin. That would be a mood killer, unless he could watch himself touching his own cock. Perhaps that wouldn’t kill the mood. He always did like to watch… With shaking thighs, he could feel his climax coming nearer and nearer. His body began to tense, curling forward as his jaw dropped. “Maker, yes, yes, yes,” he whispered to himself, his teeth clamping down to try and keep the groan to himself. He was getting so close, he could feel the pressure building all through his muscles and somewhere deep inside him—or more specifically, deep between his legs. His hand pumped at his cock now, the burn of no oil finally making itself known. It was too late, he was too close, and he didn’t give a damn. He prepared his free hand to catch whatever mess he was about to make, until he realised that his orgasm was stronger than he thought it may be, his pants getting harder and heavier and less controlled. It was right when his climax built that he let out a hard moan. His hand quickly slapped itself over his mouth to muffle any noise that came from him as his eyes rolled upwards like a possessed creature. His hips bucked as he pressed his feet firmly against the stone floor, his cock throbbing hard as he felt his orgasm release the pressure that had built up inside him. His entire body convulsed, muscles contracting with his orgasm that pulsed all down between his legs and to his backside, his puckered entrance contracting with it. His muffled moan turned into a whine of breathless ecstasy as his orgasm shuddered all through his limbs until he was left leaning against the wall and his body falling limp—his hand still covering his mouth while the other slowly released his still throbbing cock. It slowed, as did his heart rate that was thudding at his temples. Lowering his hand from his mouth as the white heat left his vision, he panted there, every muscle in his body becoming languid and lax as his cock softened, the last of his orgasm dribbling a thick, wet line down to the edge of the privy. Fuck, he’d made a mess. He didn’t even have to look to know he had. But if he’d ended up moaning loudly, Bull surely would have woken up and walked in on him. Part of him didn’t even care that there was a mess since he’d become so sated from his orgasm. He could have literally just closed his eyes and fallen asleep in here like this, but Kaaras had a lot more pride than that, and soon the irritation would come that he had not cleaned up. He was a finicky man after all. Once his breath was back, he pushed himself back up off the wall, leaning forward to examine what had happened. He’d ejaculated across the floor, thankfully missing his pants that were still around his ankles. He pushed himself up from the toilet and held his pants up with his clean hand. He didn’t pull them all the way up yet, since he wanted to wipe himself down with the basin of water and towel inside the room. First, he did that, picking up the towel and dodging the mess on the floor. Once he’d wiped himself down, he pulled his pants back up around his hips. He then used the towel to wipe down the patches on the floor. He’d throw that right in the hamper and be done with it. He’d not leave the dirty towel back there for anyone to wipe their hands on—or to catch what he’d done. With the basin of water, he washed his hands and then poured it down the toilet so no one would use that either. He then sat it back on the bench and made sure he was clean and tidy, picking up the jug of water and filling the basin with what had remained. He was still a little disheveled, but there was nothing he could do about that. Snuffing out the candles with a wave of his hand, he opened the door and stepped back out into the main room of his chambers. The moon was still bright, and Ginger was still sitting on the settee. The cat moved when he heard the door open, but curled back up. Kaaras’ own ears flicked when he heard movement from the bed. Bull’s snoring had stopped. Instantly, the Inquisitor went red.

#My art #My fics #Kaaras Adaar #Iron Bull #The Iron Bull #Captain to Captain #Naughty ram #// While everyone is in bed I'm posting this >.>

Tough Love

Characters: The Iron Bull, Kaaras Adaar Warning: Contains male/male relationship, profanity, light BDSM themes, anal. Written in 2014

Not every day was filled with evil Templars and Mages, or battling dragons and closing rifts. If it were, Kaaras wouldn’t have time for the more personal things that had come to light in his life. Especially the one just recently. Everyone needed a break here and now, even the Inquisitor. Running his fingers through the growing mohawk of blonde hair between his horns, the Qunari gave a soft yawn, his body sore and a little bruised. Last night had been… well. With The Iron Bull in his quarters, everybody knew it would have been something wild. There were ropes loose on the floor, small markings on his wrists. He fingered them gently. He’d had worse when it came to the battlefield—or Bull. Bull wasn’t a man to usually hang around after he’d slept with someone. Somehow, Kaaras had managed to make his way through the rough hide of the other qunari and slip his way into the other’s heart. He called him his Kadan: his heart. “Hm, ready for another round, Boss?” Kaaras turned over his shoulder, Bull’s hands behind his horned head as he’d obviously woken up. He felt himself blush. For all of his power as the Inquisitor, it didn’t stop him from being shy. Bull had a way of bringing the blood to his cheeks—and other places. Before this, he’d never gone the full way before. Sure, he had a past of pleasure and pain, but most of it had been drunk in his days of darkness and depression, and rarely ever another qunari. His ex-lover, he had been the last qunari, and that seemed like a lifetime ago. It was a comforting sensation, though, to not need to worry about his size or accidentally crushing someone. “Huh… am I really that easy to read?” he asked. “I would have thought I’d been a bit better at it by now.” Bull gave a chuckle as he leant up onto his elbows, the sheet slipping down to his lower stomach to show off those broad muscles of his. “Others may not be able to read the look in your eyes, Kadan, but nothing gets passed me.” Kaaras smiled before he felt Bull’s hand tug his arm. He looked at him with a raised brow. Did he really have to, though? It was clear Bull wanted another round in the bed. “You’re not thinking of going out there, are you? Oh no.” Bull smirked and pulled the other qunari down, pinning him beneath his larger frame, exposing his fully naked body that was clearly ready to go again. “Bull… I-,” “Shh, Kadan. Just enjoy the moment. You know when it’s just us in here that there’s no war. It’s just us, together. The way I like it. You always have time to save the world.”

Kaaras gasped softly as his hands were held above his head. He understood the terms of how it worked with Bull—he liked it rough. It was a good thing he liked just the way Bull was rough with him. He’d never used the safeword they’d agreed upon, ‘Katoh’, he didn’t need to. As rough as Bull was, he could handle whatever he was giving him. He bit his lower lip at the look in Bull’s wanting eye. “Well? Are you just going to pin me or are you going to take my arse?” His ruby eyes narrowed in a way that told Bull he was more than ready to take it. Bull’s lips pulled back in a toothy grin. “Ah, you’re starting to get cheeky, Boss. But I’m the boss in this position. Before I fuck your brains out and make you scream like a little girl, be sure to remember that watchword.” Despite Bull’s rough appearance, he knew when to back off. They had limits—just as he had with anyone before the Inquisitor. If his Kadan ever wanted to stop, he would do so immediately. Kaaras had impressed him, though. There had been no use of the watchword, and thus no reason to stop. The qunari could take a lot more than he thought on first glance, especially since Kaaras was such a kind and giving man. It was always the quiet ones... Kaaras wasn’t the toughest looking of qunari. He had gentle eyes and soft, thin lips. He dressed prim and proper, and he was polite and nice to basically anyone who came to him. And that’s why he was the Inquisitor. He made the hard decisions others couldn’t, despite his kindness. There was still a sense of pride and duty he carried on those broad shoulder. He could keep his head straight when everything was falling apart. He was an intelligent man, but not the kind to piss anyone off. The world outside was chaos. But in here, with Kaaras? The both of them could relax. He didn’t think their relationship would progress like this, but Kaaras had a way of making him feel more accepted than he ever had. And in turn, he was able to give Kaaras something he needed to stay sane. The Inquisitor had a lot on his shoulders. He had demon armies against him. Every now and again, he needed to be the one taking orders. Bull was more than happy to take control of something for him. “I’ve never used it before,” the Inquisitor said with a sense of pride, “I think I’m starting to forget what it even was.” Another joke? Bull laughed before he brutally claimed those lips as his, his hands tightening around Kaaras' wrists. “I’m gunna make that ass of yours hurt.” Kaaras was flipped to his stomach so he was on his hands and knees on the bed. He felt Bull position him so his hands were on the head of the bed in a more seated position, his knees curling beneath him. Then there was a much gentler feeling, Bull’s lips nuzzled into the crook of his neck. A soft noise escaped the back of his throat as he felt warm, calloused hands just beneath his arms. He dared to look behind him, ears twitching as he leant into the gentle gesture. “You’re getting soft, Bull…” It was no complaint, Kaaras adored Bull's softer side. Beneath all that muscle, he'd learned that Bull was a sweetheart. Kaaras never would have fallen in love with him if he weren't, he respected himself too much. Truth be told, after Kaaras had saved his boys, Bull had softened—not that he’d want anyone else to know that. He was still a ruthless killing machine, ready for battle whenever need be. But in private moments with his Kadan, their sex life wasn’t always like their first time, or multiple times after that. As much as he was in charge of what happened in the bed, or on the table, or even in the war room, Kaaras was still his boss, and still the Inquisitor. He respected him highly. “Oh, just you wait, I’m gonna make you regret even thinking that.” There was a small bottle that he scooped up, left over from last night. He lathered the oil over his fingertips before leaning a hand down between the Inquisitor’s thighs. Cold to the skin, Kaaras gasped, his head leaning back as he felt Bull’s fingers press against the base of his erection, pulling past the fleshy sack and to his backside. A finger slipped inside to tease him and lubricate him. It had gotten easier over time with Bull. The first was painful, the second and even third time was still painful. His body was starting to get used to it, though, or at least he was expecting it now. Kaaras had always preferred attention to his rear, but that might be because of the years of pain and frustration when it came to his over-excited cock. There was also something so intimate and pleasurable about feeling his lover filling him up inside. That mild discomfort always turned to bliss. Pressing into the finger, another one slipped inside and he felt his erection grow, throbbing in need now. “Bull...” he groaned. Bull just smirked. “That’s it, just enjoy it. You’re so easy to please.” When he thought the other qunari was well wet enough, he flipped him back onto his back and leant down, grabbing the rope that he’d used last night. Kaaras watched the other, hands being placed above his head as they were tied together and bound. He was already starting to get sweaty (or maybe it was the remnants of last night?), and Bull had beads starting to form on his body, large muscles rippling when he moved. His own erection lay against his stomach now, pulsing with pre-ejaculate, sticking to his stomach and tangling within his pubic hair as he breathed. “There. Now you’re looking more fuckable than ever.” Bull smirked as he observed his lover. Ah, yes. He was ready—more than ready. His Kadan’s breath was short in need, his pupils were dilated, needing a raw hit of what he was about to give him. His ears and lips twitched, as if he was trying to hide every needy inch of his body. Kaaras was hopeless, though. He didn't need to be a spy to read him, and damn was he receptive as ever. Bull chuckled. “Are you ready, Kadan?” he asked, brushing Kaaras’ cheek and catching the 5 o’clock shadow that was pricking through his skin. He was more than ready. “Take me, Bull,” Kaaras whimpered. Bull adjusted himself accordingly, and his body was thrown into an intense spasm as he felt Bull’s large member prod into his backside, hot against the sensitive skin. He gasped, eyes shut as his jaw clenched. Every time, the word was on his lips. Katoh. Ready to say it out loud so the discomfort would stop. But he didn’t. He needed this as much as Bull did. And in time, it got easier and better. Even their first night. He’d had nothing like it ever done to him before and yet, Bull made him want more and more. And each time that thick cock went inside his tight entrance, he felt a satisfaction he had never known existed before. His mouth relaxed as Bull leant down, taking his lips. His tongue extended as Bull’s did, moving inside his mouth. It took away the thought of the pain that rippled through his body with each hard thrust. Gripping one of Kaaras’ thighs, Bull lifted it up around his hip as he pushed his hips in further. “That’s it, Kadan,” he groaned, sinking his way into the now relaxing orifice. He took one of Kaaras’ horns and gripped tightly onto it, pulling him up for another rough kiss. A hard moan vibrated through the Inquisitor’s throat and into the kiss, his hips grinding up. That was until a rough hand gripped his hard member. Bull made sure that their lips didn’t lose their lock as he was forced further into the bed. Every moan and twitch was felt by the qunari above him, his body tense and skin prickled. His erection was tugged with force. “B-Bull…!” Ah, how he loved to hear his name coming from the mouth of others. Bull gave a happy grin as he continued to pound into his Kadan, hand still tugging the hard phallus. Kaaras’ body shuddered as every hard sensation took over him. His hands clenched above his head, neck back as Bull’s lips suckled against his exposed skin, sure to leave a large love bite in his wake. Each breath became shorter than the next, and soon enough, Bull’s hand was too much for him to take. His body was thrown into another spasm as he felt his own hot ejaculate pulse against his stomach and chest. He called out in pleasure, though it clearly wasn’t the end. Just because he’d succumbed to orgasm, didn’t mean Bull had. He didn’t have time to pick himself up, he was simply tossed onto his stomach, now flat against the bed. His backside felt raw and surprisingly empty as Bull had pulled out, but he knew it was about to be filled once more. “Now it gets real fun,” the older qunari beamed, taking Kaaras' tied wrists into one hand as the other supported him on the bed. Karaas’ bare arse was exposed and looking hungry to be filled. He plunged inside again, giving a hefty grunt. “Oh-by the-ff—Maker!” Karaas’ jaw clenched tight as he almost bit his tongue. His face was forced into the sheets below him, the scent of last night’s sweat and love making filling his flared nostrils. Any other time, he would have been utterly disgusted and and wanting to clean them (and himself) immediately. But not now. His hands clenched tight, the rope beginning to burn. The bed groaned beneath him from each push, and yet he would not say the word! Bull pushed into him, making him raw, his insides burning with both pleasure and pain. He could feel his body writing with each powerful thrust. Despite the burn, there was a comfort in it, too. Bull was here, with him. Bull could have any of the men and women out there, and he’d already had plenty of them before their relationship started. Yet here he was, calling him his Kadan. It was moments like that that made Kaaras forget that his behind was being pounded into. He wouldn’t say he was a masochist, but what Bull did to him, he did enjoy every moment of it. Even if it meant he wouldn’t be walking around for a while. A particularly hard thrust forced him to come back to reality, a strained noise coming from the back of his throat. Bull was nearing the end. His body was getting tense, his thrusts more intense and quick. Soon enough, there was a loud bellow from the qunari above him, sending heavy vibrations down his body, and his backside was filled with Bull’s hot release. Kaaras moaned, feeling the mass leave his body, warm fluids dribbling between his thighs. It was all so quick, yet it all lingered through his aching muscles. “Ahh, Kadan, now that was good,” Bull boasted, running his fingers over his slowly softening member. He looked at the sight before him, Karaas’ arse dripping wet. He gave it a good slap and squeeze, earning a pleasant yelp from the Inquisitor. “Greatest ass out there.” A snort came from Kaaras before he rolled over, hands still tied. He gave a grunt as he felt warm semen ooze from his backside still, sinking into the bed sheets. He’d need his room cleaned, Bull had made a mess of it. Well, Bull wasn’t the only one to blame, he supposed. He caught his breath for a moment, unlike Bull, who was clearly used to this. “Are you going to untie me?” he asked, his hands coming out, sweat covering him. “Eager to get our, are you? I think you look cute.” Karaas’ ears twitched as he felt his cheeks burn. “You’re not going to start with that again, are you?” Bull had been teasing him about how cute he was in just about any situation. Kaaras was hardly used to the term cute when he'd grown up an outcast amongst humans. A hefty chuckle left Bull’s throat. He leant down and gently cupped Kaaras’ chin into his hand. “Just take it. You always do.” The Inquisitor didn’t have time to reply as Bull’s lips were against his once more. He leant into the kiss, eager to taste the other man. Bull wouldn’t force him into another round, though, he knew he probably couldn’t handle it—yet. “You’re impressive, Kadan. I like that. Not many can impress me.” He took the smaller arms into his hands and untangled the ropes, tossing them aside. Plenty had ridden the Bull, but that didn’t mean they lasted. Kaaras, though? He seemed to be improving with each round. “I was thinking, probably a bad thing,” he admitted to himself, “What Cole said? Why don’t you say it?” Kaaras’ eyes opened in surprise, lips parting. “Bull, what you and I do-,” “Yeah, I know, it’s no one’s business. The kid’s weird. Alright, I don’t mind him, but he’s weird with that demon… spirit shit. Fact is, he knows, and now I know.” Not that he hadn’t read Kaaras’ expressions before. He knew what the Inquisitor wanted and he gave it to him. It was up to Kaaras to say the watchword. He’d just been thinking about it. “Because he’s right,” Kaaras answered, Bull looking at him as he’d seated himself on the bed. “Because it’s special. Because… I can take it.” Bull’s scarred lips curled. “Can’t argue with that,” he mused. “Alright, enough of that mushy crap. You need rest.” “Will you stay?” Bull leant down once more, taking Kaaras’ cheek. “For you, Kadan, anything.” Leaning back, Kaaras moved into Bull’s side as he situated himself comfortably on the bed. His body ached, but in a way he enjoyed, knowing Bull was his and he was Bull’s. He leant into the muscle and closed his eyes. Bull was right, he needed rest. Again. And when he woke, Maker's breath he'd be taking a long, long bath.