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One morning Bull woke up, no longer Askaashi, once more seeing the world through just one eye. It felt strange, but good. His memories felt close, felt real. It had been one hell of a week. He was glad Krem thought to keep some of his adult clothes around. He got dressed and headed out; they sky was heavy and overcast, and every time the wind kicked up he could smell rain.

He made his way to the library; he remembered that Dorian had to work, which was how he'd ended up at Krem's. Or maybe it was because he'd kept trying to itch his horn nubs on everything Dorian owned.

It felt really good to be an adult again.

The rain started before he reached the library; when he got there he saw a familiar figure just coming out. Bull grinned.

"Dorian! I'm back."

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Dorian broke away with a hitch in his breathing, the pace speeding up, stuttering. That had been a very fine kiss, and a deep one.

"I like that one." Dorian swallowed deeply, and cracked another small square of chocolate off of the piece he'd pulled off for himself.

"Maybe because I don't speak Qunlat. But I like it. It's yours."

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Bull smiled to hear the shiver in Dorian's breath, and his assurance. He could smell the chocolate when Dorian snapped off another piece, but he let the mage have a moment to eat it.

"Kadan it is, then." The tone he used when he said it to Dorian would reveal everything to another Qunari; they'd know in an instant that he didn't just consider Dorian a close friend or comrade. My heart.

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"Now say it again in the growly voice," Dorian simpered, words still sticky and slow from melted chocolate. He was certain Bull knew the one. The one you could feel.

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That made him grin. Bull pulled Dorian tighter against him, fingers tightening carefully against the back of his neck. "Kadan," he rumbled from deep in his chest, his tone low and rocky, like a landslide or earthquake.

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"Maker," Dorian swore, shaky. He adored when Bull did that, a rumble so deep Dorian was fairly sure he just physically couldn't have matched it; he didn't have the outright size. But he loved it.

He managed to press their mouths together again, hard and messy this time, he rolled his hips down against Bull's thick thigh from where Bull had pulled him, into his lap.

"Kadan," he answered, more sweetly.

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Dorian's cursing, the way he said kadan, and the way his hips moved against Bull's thigh were all more sweeter than the chocolate he'd long since forgotten about. Bull at least made sure that the packet he'd barely opened made it to the table as they kissed, as he met the urgency of it.

He pulled Dorian's hips down again, encouraging him.

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Dorian keened as Bull pressed him down against the meat of his thigh, his half-hard cock still sensitive from their prior fucking.

"Are we really doing this again?" Dorian laughed, more than said, although it was a tight sound, coiled and eager.

Three times, he remembered Bull remarking. Yes, they probably were.

Twice wouldn't even be a one-night record. Dorian wondered when he'd become a teenager again.

His hands slid across Bull's stomach, teasing just above the line below his hips. Dorian had been insightful after all, simply tossing on one of Bull's smaller shirts.

He ground his hips down again, and again, in obscenely slow circles.

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"Until you say the word, kadan." He curled his fingers in Dorian's hair, gripping enough to tug at the scalp but not to cause pain.

Bull kissed down Dorian's neck, lips and tongue teasing over fresh bruises from their earlier efforts. He found a clean place to bite as his free hand slid over Dorian's ass, his thigh, loving the softness of his skin over firm muscle. All that staff twirling and walking across Thedas with the Inquisition.

"Dorian."

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"Ah!" The hand in his hair burned, a dull pain that more than flirted with pleasure, making Dorian's cock fill, until all of his desire was obvious, even from under Bull's white shirt. It pooled around his hips. Dorian tugged back with a toss of his head, like a horse yanking at its bit. Bull's lips felt like brands.

He fumbled for one of Bull's hands, groping blindly as he met his eyes, grey staring back at grey. Lifting Bull's hand to his mouth, he slowly pressed his mouth over the tip. He swirled a tongue around it, licked down into the space between thumb and forefinger, and then gently sucked.

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Bull lifted his head when Dorian caught one of his hands, and he stared as Dorian licked his finger, lewd and expert, before sucking it down. Heat stirred in him, sinking low, filling his cock. His thumb brushed Dorian's cheek and he breathed something in Qunlat.

"Look at you," he managed, translating himself; his accent was heavier.

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Dorian said nothing. He flicked his eyes up to meet Bull's again, the corner of his mouth tugging into a smile. His hips rolled, smoothly and gently. He was happy, enjoying himself, just getting himself off against the heat of Bull's thigh like this.

Which wouldn't be entirely fair to Bull, would it?

With one hand, he reached for the line of hair that disappeared down Bull's loose trousers again. Dorian's fingers searched lower this time, finding the prize of Bull's cock nestled between his legs.

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Bull groaned when Dorian touched him. He moved just enough to push his pants down further, exposing him fully. He was hard and heavy and Dorian's touch was exactly what he needed. After a moment he slipped his finger free so he could hold Dorian's head, so the mage's mouth was free. He liked the sounds he made.

"Do you want to stay like this?" he asked, voice low. Whatever Dorian wanted, Bull wanted to give him.

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"Mmm." Dorian was thoughtful. He stopped moving, and glanced down at Bull's thick, grey cock in his palm. Dorian nibbled at his lip, considered, and then decided against trying to get is mouth around it. He wasn't certain he was up to that quite yet -- especially when he was worried how undignified it would be to try and end up with watering eyes and a coughing fit.

It was a pity, because he'd liked sucking, in the past. But Bull was ... in his own league.

He let his imagination wander, focusing on the feel of his cock, caught against Bull's thigh and throbbing for more contact.

"What if I asked you to roll over? Lay on your belly, on the sofa?"

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Bull looked at him, curious. "You'll have to get up," he said, dropping his hand to pat Dorian's thigh heavily. There wasn't much that could faze him, and whatever Dorian wanted, Bull was up for. Unless there was a lot of magic... in that case he might get just a little leery, but he did trust Dorian.

He waited for Dorian to get up so he could do just that, moving carefully so he didn't knock anything - or Dorian - over as he shifted and settled on his stomach.

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Dorian settled back down on Bull's back, pulling his trousers the rest of the way down before straddling his thighs. It was a lovely angle, with the expanse of Bull's grey skin, cut here and there by white scars and constellations of darker freckles and skin tone imperfections. Dorian had always thought Bull was a lovely color. Like pewter.

He gave a laugh that was hungry, and breathy.

"My gods, but I adore you from this side. Do you have any idea how broad your shoulders are? I remain startled you even make it through doorways, honestly."

He dipped low, leaning over him. First, Dorian placed his mouth on Bull's ear, hot breath on the leaf-shaped shell. He grazed his teeth over it, nibbled, and then moved lwer, trailing kisses own the well-muscled dip of his spine.

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Bull moved some, to make it easier to get his sleep pants lower. "Sometimes I have to turn," he admitted. "Mostly that's the horns." Still, he was careful, and sometimes he felt too big for some of the spaces he encountered in Darrow. So he was careful.

Always careful.

"Broad enough to block you when you need it. That's all that matters." He could be a shield, he could protect those that he cared about.

Goosebumps appeared as shivers raced across his skin; Dorian's breath was warm and perfect as his mouth traced across his skin. Bull relaxed underneath the affection, eye half closed.

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Bull's skin started to prickle. Dorian smiled against his back, rubbed his hands up and down it to warm the skin back up.

When he got to the cleft of Bull's ass, he drew the sharp point of his tip down the center of it, gently spreading his cheeks. He swirled it around the hole before, gently, pressing in with his tongue.

"Let's go look at that property I found after," he murmured, as if it was a perfectly decent and reasonable time to be having a conversation about real estate.

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Bull's breath caught but he managed to keep still, mostly, as Dorian's tongue teased over his hole. He huffed something in Qunlat and he adjusted his position, attempting to give Dorian more room to work. It felt good and he was caught up in the feeling for a moment before he realized Dorian had stopped.

The mage was saying something about property. He turned his head, trying to look back at him. "Alright," he rumbled. "We can discuss property all you want after."

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Dorian gave Bull a feline look, which suggested that he was being purposefully frustrating, before he doubled down on his efforts with his mouth. Enthusiastically eating Bull from behind.

He lifted a hand, concentrated for just a moment on his visualization, and captured the little bottle of lube Bull left on the bedside table earlier. It snapped into Dorian's open hand with a slap. He thumbed the cap with one hand, as the other still held Bull open for him.

Dorian poured some of it onto his fingers and set the bottle aside on the coffee table. A few droplets landed on Bull's arse and thighs and rolled down them.

He'd bought the almond-scented one that drove Dorian a little crazy, bless him.

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It didn't occur to him to ask what magic Dorian was using; he could feel it like a crackle in the air, but more than that he could feel the wonder of Dorian's tongue and that was of far more interest. His hips moved subtly, seeking, wanting.

He heard the snap of a cap and realized what it was Dorian had done just moments before he felt the cool lubricant on his skin. His hips jumped but only slightly. Bull reached back to help hold himself open, figuring Dorian might want his hands.

"Been a while," he rumbled, encouragement in his voice.

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"You're sure you're alright with it?" Dorian asked. Because he cared whether Bull was, and because Bull had made asking, saying no, saying yes, all of that communication absolutely open, comfortable. It was one of many reasons Dorian had come back after the first night.

Bull did sound eager, but he wanted to be sure.

Dorian slicked his fingers the rest of the way before looping one around Bull's hole softly.

"I'm afraid I probably can't live up to whoever your tamassran paired you with last. But I can certainly put an effort in."

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"I'm alright with it. Just take it easy, big guy." Bull smiled over his shoulder at him.

At the first touch of Dorian's finger he sighed and laid his head down again. He chuckled at the mention of his tamassran. "Mm, been a while even since I had a saartoh nehrappan," he breathed. "You're not quite as tall as that tamassran, but I bet your cock will feel better."

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"I don't even know what that means," Dorian said, through startled laughter. Not that he minded overly much; anything in Qunlat sounded lovely from Bull. Just pure sex. And a little danger.

He slipped a first finger inside, long and nimble, and swept it around in a circle. Bull was tight, and Dorian was careful to be gentle, as he'd been urged. He was careful with his nails, which were manicured, but kept a little longer than some. When he felt confident enough, and Bull felt slick enough in there, he added a second.

Dorian licked the front of his teeth at the way Bull seemed to pull his fingers in. He could already imagine the way it would feel when he had his cock seated in it. Just the thought had Dorian almost angrily hard between his own legs.

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"I'll explain later," he promised. Bull could not be troubled to translate, as translating anything from Qunlat took some doing, and some contextualizing.

Bull adjusted his position after Dorian's finger slid in; he got his knee under him, got his other foot on the floor so that he could balance, so that Dorian could do what he needed to help get him ready. "Good," he breathed as the second finger eased in. Bull appreciated how careful Dorian was; unlike most Qunari, Bull kept his own nails short, manicured, for he sake of anyone he took to bed.

"Another," he urged, his voice edged with need.

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Dorian added another, at the urging. He was positively dripping, waiting to get inside of Bull. When he knew Bull had had enough of his fingers, when his lower back started to relax enough, Dorian positioned himself as well as possible and lined himself up with Bull's hole.

He slid his cock in, slowly and haltingly at first. His arms shook, his thighs shook, all from the warmth and the tightness and the sudden enveloping pleasure that curled Dorian's toes.

It had been a very long time for Dorian as well.

Dorian groaned from behind Bull and, seated inside him, he reached to grab hold of Bull's thick hips.

"Oh, Maker. I'll fall apart."