Dorian knew he must look an absolute mess, a complete scandal laying there beneath Bull, his tongue teasing around his arsehole while his father's peers watched as he let himself be despoiled by some brute of a Qunari four feet wide. He gasped, hands scrabbling at the tile flooring.

The voices around them grew more and more shocked in their pearl clutching, but they never looked away. It was a dream, of course, and in the dream, Dorian was indulged by the idea that even as what they watched shocked and disgusted their sensibilities, they would always want what Dorian had let himself have.

"I can't take much more of this."

He made a noise close to a sob. It was all too much and too little at the same time, the touches still never quite letting Dorian's pleasure crest.