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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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"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."

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"Kadan," Bull moaned when Dorian sank into him. He stayed still, as relaxed as he could, until he felt Dorian's hips push up against him. It felt good. One hand slid back, gently gripping Dorian's thigh just to touch more of him.

"Like it when you fall apart. Don't stop, Dorian. I'm alright." Communication was so vastly important between them, Bull wasn't about to stop now, not as long as he could manage coherency.

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"Oh, thank you," Dorian breathed when he felt his hips brush into the round swell of Bull's ass. He was impossibly soft inside, and hot around his dick. Dorian pulled out again, shuddered, and then struck up a rhythm that was slow and unctuous, organic.

He whispered out melodic curses in Tevene, inventing new combinations of words in his litany. He adored Bull.

Dorian gripped Bull tighter, fingers digging in enough to nearly bruise. Qunari skin was more forgiving than Dorian's.

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It was easy to fall into Dorian's rhythm, rocking back in short, easy movements to meet every thrust of his hips. Even cursing, Dorian sounded wonderful; his creativity made Bull smile, almost made him laugh but it came out edged by a moan.

The tight grip on his hips didn't give him pause; even if Dorian did manage to bruise them, Bull would wear them just as proudly. Bull adjusted his hips and the next slide of Dorian's cock coaxed a louder sound out of him. He gripped the armrest and Dorian's thigh.

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Dorian knew he wouldn't last much longer -- a damn pity. It had been too long, and they'd not rested up enough since earlier. And it was so, so good.

He angled his hips downward, thrusting in as deeply as he could, until he was flush against Bull, meeting his rear with a loud and obscene smack. He wanted to get to that spot in Bull, the one Dorian knew felt the best from experience. Sweat dripped down his nose, pattering on Bull's lower back with every stroke of his cock into Bull.

"Bull-- I'm going to--"

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Bull growled when Dorian hit just the right place. He froze, sort of, trying to keep just that position so he felt that delicious shock every time. The sound of skin against skin was lewd and perfect.

"Let me feel you," he urged, breathless and his accent heavier, far heavier than usual. He felt close. Bull reached down to stroke himself and it didn't take much - a few quick, urgent passes of his hand before his entire body shuddered with release. "Kadan."

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"Uh-huh," Dorian said, robbed of his witticisms by the stupefaction of deep pleasure, right up against the edge. He tumbled over it and came inside of Bull, loud and hard.

He panted, and collapsed on Bull's back, breath fanning hard against it. He felt loose, like a puddle, and well and truly exhausted now.

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Feeling Dorian come like that got another sound out of Bull, low and full of pleasure. He slumped on the couch just a moment after he felt Dorian land against his back and for a while he just lay there, catching his breath.

Eventually his hand rubbed over Dorian's thigh. "Still with me, big guy?" he asked with a smile in his voice.

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"Going to have to scrub the upholstery. Eventually."

Dorian's voice was a little broken, but mostly deep and smooth with satisfaction. He hadn't felt this good in some time, or this comfortable.

"I don't know why I didn't think to do this earlier."

Dorian shifted above Bull, but didn't pull out yet. He stay on top of him, and spread his arms out, running his fingers lazily up and down Bull's back. Bull's grey skin was still hot and flush from lovemaking.

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"Mm, believe you were determined to ride me like an Orleasian racehorse," he quipped. Bull breathed out a heavy, comfortable exhale as Dorian's hands ran over his back.

"We can do this whenever you want, kadan. I'm easy." Bull grinned and smoothed his hand over Dorian's thigh before giving him an affectionate swat.

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Dorian gave a breathy, exhausted laugh and peeled himself off of Bull to stand. The muscles in his arse and thighs were pleasantly sore from use.

"Unfortunately, I do think I prefer it the other way around. Not that a little variety isn't fun. I just prefer to do less of the work."

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"That's fine with me," he rumbled; his breath hitched a bit as Dorian pulled away and he shifted onto his side so he could get a better view of the make. He looked good, even spent.

"Just remember, you can always ask, kadan."

Bull was quiet a moment, then chucked. "Come on, let's clean off and settle in. Think I promised you a movie, or whatever we can find on."