Commander Cullen

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serpentine, adj.: as I am, yours

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Cullen moaned softly, kneeling over Dorian, feeling the other man’s teeth digging into his skin, the dark mustache brushing across it in the process while he himself didn’t move at all, hips pressed against the much larger body. He could feel the movement of Dorian’s tail against his body, enjoying the sensation and the feeling of intimacy it carried. The mage’s hands on his body even added to it, keeping Cullen from opening his eyes, making him almost lose himself in the moment. “Dorian”, he breathed, responding to the pressure agaist his hips with the same movement, slightly changing the angle of their physical connection in the process.

The Commander’s hand found Dorian’s arousal just before he felt the Naga’s muscles tense around him, making him groan at the back of his throat, as if he was doing some kind of straining work before he exhaled. His fingers wrapped gently around the mage’s hard flesh. “Your muscles are impressive”, he whispered, blushing a more visible shade of red at his own words before he kissed the side of the mage’s neck lovingly. His thumb was brushing Dorian’s moist tip before resting on the small slit in the middle right when Cullen moved his hips backwards at a glacial pace, pressing his behind into the firm touch. “I hope that was a compliment”, he teased, smiling against the tan skin.

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Dorian suppressed a whimper at Cullen’s touch. “…something like it,” he didn’t quite manage a grin. When Cullen finally moved, he all but slammed against him, moving his body to an angle that was just right. Dorian’s breath was laboured and he felt himself shiver in arousal. Cullen’s warmth and smell were enticing, and the mage was only too willing to lose himself in his embrace.

One of his hands moved from Cullen’s ass, brushing all the glorious muscle of the Commander’s back and shoulders in the process, and then dipped lower across his pecs and stomach. If there was a part of his lover Dorian enjoyed the most, he’d really have a hard time deciding. Quite literally.

Again he leaned in to meet Cullen in a kiss, but just before brushing his lips against the scar decorating his face, Dorian turned and instead sucked the tender spot under Cullen’s jaw.

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Made for @mhandersmyheart Cullen x Sebastian Kissing in the Kirkwall Chantry. Hope you like it and the little extra <3

altus-dorianpavus:

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

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

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thebrokentemplar:

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

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

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

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thebrokentemplar:

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

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

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

thebrokentemplar:

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

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

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

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

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

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thebrokentemplar:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Fire.

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

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