Date: 2017-05-24 09:27 pm (UTC)
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Dorian whimpered at the drag of Bull's nails, flat but Qunari-strong. He arched his body into Bull's roaming mouth, even when it bit into his chest, leaving a round mark below his collar. Even in the warm baths, all of the attention had Dorian's nipples almost achingly hard.

The wisps surrounding the pool of the baths gathered together, coalesced into misty figures, still translucent and not fully formed. Tevinter lords and ladies. They made indistinct whispers at first, from behind their hands and their fans and scarves. Dorian's will slowly reasserted their existence, slowly made the figures more there.

The whispers made it very clear that what was going on was forbidden.

He rubbed at the bruise forming on his shoulder, eyes heavy-lidded as he glanced up at Bull to make certain this was all something he could handle.
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