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It was late when he texted Dorian, just to warn the mage that he was on his way home. He'd promised he would; some nights it wasn't an issue, but Bull just had a feeling when he left the Bramford earlier. He hadn't been wrong, apparently. He took the elevator, even if he didn't trust it, because he'd taken a bad blow to his left leg and the idea of walking up all the stairs proved more daunting.

He leaned on the wall as he went down the hall and let himself into his apartment. He liked that Dorian spent the night; he liked that Dorian spent the night even when Bull had to work. It would be just as easy for Dorian to get an undisturbed night of sleep in his own apartment, but he was always there. Bull liked seeing him, asleep and relaxed and somehow taking up three quarters of the massive bed.

Bull landed on the bed more heavily than he meant to and he hissed, teeth grit against the pain. He breathed through it; it wasn't the worst pain he'd ever had. He was annoyed that it had slowed him up at all. Bull leaned down to work the brace loose, to take it off so he could remove his boots, at last. He might not bother changing for bed.

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Bull growled something in Qunlat against Dorian's skin and moved to pin him more firmly in place. He didn't want him going anywhere just yet. He liked the weight of Dorian's leg over his horn, he liked the scandalized murmurs all around them as he tongued a magister's son, an altus in his own right.

Eventually he pulled back and picked Dorian up. On the other end of the pool was a gentle incline leading into the water. He brought him there, carrying him over his shoulder. Bull laid Dorian down on the incline; he'd have the heat of the water that way but be exposed enough for Bull to do what he wanted. He got both of Dorian's legs over his horns this time, nearly bending him in half so he could run his tongue over his hole.

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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.

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Bull groaned in answer to the sounds Dorian made. He pushed his tongue as deep as he could, holding Dorian's hips tightly. Eventually he lifted his head to meet Dorian's gaze.

"We need something to slick you," he rumbled, intense in his arousal. He let Dorian's legs slide of his horns and he pressed close, letting his cock brush against Dorian, letting him feel how hard and heavy he was.

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"It's a dream, Bull."

Dorian murmured. He stared up at Bull, half-dazed by sensation. He knew his lips must be swollen from the heat of arousal. He knew his eyes must be black with pleasure. He also knew he wanted to be taken, rough, by the biggest Qunari he'd ever had the pleasure of seeing, in front of Andraste herself and all his countrymen.

Bull's cock was thick and searing against Dorian's abdomen. He positively loomed over him, as he always did.

"We don't need it unless you want it. And if you want us to fuck in a puddle of it, that's fine too. Don't think too hard about it. I know it's difficult for you."

Despite his state, Dorian managed a glint of teasing humor.

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Dorian looked beautiful, aroused and flushed and needy, alive and warm against the tile. A hot shiver shot through him when Bull realized what Dorian was getting at. He shifted his weight to one arm so he could test Dorian's hole with his fingers. He groaned when he felt him ready, just like that.

He took a moment to make sure Dorian was well and truly stretched, because even if this was all a dream he couldn't quite turn off that part of his brain.

He slid his fingers free and rolled Dorian over, getting him on his knees. Maybe it wouldn't be the most comfortable against the tile but it allowed for something more... animalistic. Gave a better show to all the nobles watching. He loomed over Dorian and reached to guide himself, pushing into him without the same kind of care of hesitance he might have used outside this dream.

Bull pushed deep in a single, firm thrust.

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"Oh, fuck."

Dorian jolted forward from Bull's weight and the force of that singular thrust, deep into him. He was careful with Dorian when they did this, but here there was no need. There were none of the risks that a physical body might bring, not when they were fucking in consciousness alone.

His chin dipped below the water with a splash; the whole ordeal must have looked terrible from the sidelines, and the outrage buzzing in the baths seemed to reach a peak. A woman's voice in the background called out in horror.

Dorian would have laughed, if he weren't too busy focusing on all that cock suddenly filling him.

Sweet Maker's mercy, Bull was big. It was easier to notice when he slid in so suddenly that way. He could feel it throbbing inside him.

His own cock leaked, swollen and almost aching. Little pearl droplets fell from the tip and into the water below.

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Bull braced himself against the floor and he gripped Dorian's shoulder tightly, using it to pull the mage back to meet him as he started moving. He could hear the horrified sounds all around him and he rose to it.

He forced Dorian's knees further apart with his own but he was careful not to let Dorian's head dip below the water. He wanted to fuck him, not drown him. Bull moved hard and quick, letting the obscene sound of skin slapping skin. Let the nobles clutch their pearls to that.

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The room went quiet. The whispering stopped, replaced by only the rise of an intermittent gasp, the sound of Bull's grunting, and the slap of wet flesh. Dorian was a mess of throaty noises, his head dropped between his arms as he focused on the feel of Bull's cock moving in and out of him, stretching him deliciously.

"Kadan. More. Harder. Please. Please."

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He lost himself in how good Dorian felt beneath him, the sound of his voice as he pleaded. Bull adjusted their position, trying to get it just right - he wanted Dorian to fall apart beneath him, in this place that represented so much.

Bull slid his hand down not even wrapping it around Dorian, just giving him something to rut against every time his hips moved.

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Dorian found Bull's hand with his own cock, sliding it against it with every stroke of Bull deep into him. Dorian could imagine his father hearing about what happened here, from one of his peers in the Magisterium. Could imagine them relaying it with deepest horror.

It was the biggest one I'd ever seen! And he just let it take him right there in the middle of the baths, in public! Your son, an altus!

Dorian let the uncharitable thoughts roll over him. It was an excellent go-fuck-yourself to everything Dorian had grown up surrounded by. And here, he was safe to enjoy it. Protected by consequences, indulged by Iron Bull.

Bull slid against that spot inside him that sent off fireworks in Dorian's brain. He shouted and he came, blindingly hard. Against the tile, into the water.

He kept rutting with Bull, even half-consumed by the orgasm. His hips crashed back to meet Bull, urging him to move harder, leave his mark.

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Feeling Dorian come was exquisite. Bull fucked him through it, knowing exactly what he got out of a fantasy like this. Bull could just imagine the Ben-Hassrath hearing about it: Hissrad fucking an altus, a magister's son, in the middle of Minrathos. No one had ever considered taking the Magisterium out one heart attack at a time.

For Bull it was about Dorian's pleasure, it was about feeling him push back to meet every thrust, it was about the sweet sounds that escaped him, all edged in desperation and then relief. He grabbed Dorian against him, held him tight as he fucked into him, intent on leaving bruises wherever he could. He liked the idea of Dorian looking in a mirror - or several - and admiring the marks from teeth and hands that Bull had left on him.

It was that thought that caught him, that and the perfection of Dorian moving beneath him. Bull pinned him down roughly as he came, pushing deep, intent on marking him inside and out.

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Dorian gasped when Bull came inside him, a nearly breathless noise. He was deep, his hips pressed tightly against the back of Dorian's thighs and his arse. Bull nearly covered him like this, easily twice his weight. And Dorian delighted in every lurid, raw moment of it.

He couldn't remember if he'd ever been so undone.

Dorian panted from beneath Bull. The crowd had begun to disappear, evaporating back into the nothing it had come from. There were parting murmurs, but Dorian relished every venomous word of Tevene.

He relished the ache of every bruise forming on his body.

"Love it when you come inside me," he sighed.

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Bull stayed right where he was, panting and more or less covering Dorian. His position became somewhat protective, as it often did when they were anywhere other than their own bedrooms. The voices all around them faded and only then did Bull start to pull out.

He dropped kisses all over Dorian's shoulders, his hands gentle now as he touched him everywhere. Once he was free, Bull eased down next to the mage and pulled him close, holding him in the sweet aftermath of their pleasure.

"Despite all your complaining, you secretly love being a mess. At least, that kind of mess," he quipped.

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"Lucky for me we were smart enough to prepare a bath."

Dorian's eyes were still dark with heavy pupils, but he managed a quirk of his mouth as he let Bull hold him. He hadn't minded the rough touches at all. He'd found he'd actually liked them, wouldn't mind a bit of a feral Bull now and then.

But he also appreciated the softness and the kindness with which Bull's arms held him now.

He could still feel Bull dripping down the back of his thigh.

He ignored it for the moment, in favor of pressing their mouths together in a long, heated kiss.

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Bull laughed quietly, thoroughly amused. Yes, they certainly had a bath at their disposal. He trailed his fingers over Dorian's cheek, across his jaw, down his neck. As rough as his touch had been earlier, it was that gentle now.

"Got off on telling all those Vints off, huh?" He grinned and kissed Dorian's forehead, teasing him. He was silenced, at least momentarily, by the kiss Dorian gave him, deep and warm. He held him closer, squeezing him briefly. "Kadan."

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"Do you have any idea how long I've been wanting to do that?"

He laughed into the squeeze. Bull did love his bearhugs -- sometimes Dorian swore he was about to break ribs. Somewhere along the line, Dorian had realized that he secretly liked it. It felt secure, and he felt cared for.

"You were alright with it all?"

Bull would have stopped it if he wasn't. Dorian knew he had no qualms. But it felt like a good question to ask.

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"I was fine. I am fine." Bull kissed Dorian's damp hair. "Glad to facilitate a revenge fantasy," he teased as he gently pinched Dorian's cheek.

With a quiet grunt he sat up and eased deeper into the water; he brought Dorian with him, holding him. He stopped when the water came about mid-way up his stomach - deep enough to help soothe and clean Dorian without much effort.

"Besides, fucking you in front of a bunch of pearl-clutching Vints was pretty fun."

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Dorian crowed a rough-edged laugh. His voice was spent from a good hour's worth of responding to Bull's touches -- he was still impressed that Bull had teased him for so long, really.

"You like conquering your little piece of Tevinter. My big, strong beast."

Dorian patted him on the belly, before weaving his arms around Bull's shoulders and coaxing Bull to settle into the bouyant, mineral-rich water with him.

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Bull relaxed into the water, laughing quietly as he did. He didn't let go of Dorian. "I don't think you're wrong," he admitted. "Doesn't hurt at all that you're into it."

Reading Dorian, knowing what he wanted and what he liked, made fulfilling his own desires particularly satisfying.

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"Mm, we've got to get a hot tub."

Dorian let himself rest against Bull, feeling spent and boneless in the very best ways. The one thing that it being a dream couldn't fix. Maker, he adored this man.

Dorian plucked a velvety petal from the water and twirled it in his fingers.

"Could you have ever imagined? You, and whatever this is, with me? A man, a Tevinter, a mage."

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"Add it to your wishlist for the house. Or we'll get one after we find a place." He watched Dorian relax; Bull felt warm and loose, like he could fall asleep. Dorian had that effect.

"In that order? Yes, vaguely, not at all." He leaned to kiss Dorian. "I could not have imagined this with a Tevinter mage, but I would not have it another way." Bull lightly butted his forehead against Dorian's. "In your wildest dreams, did you ever think you'd want to bed a Qunari? A Ben-Hassrath?"

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"Honestly, I figure that in any other situation. if I'd run across a Ben-Hassrath, I'd have been bound and collared before the thought managed to cross my mind."

Dorian laughed, even though it wasn't funny. It was true enough, and not even necessarily because he was Tevinter. The Qun had a special fear of mages.

"Although ... wanting is a different matter. I admit I have a great deal of admiration for a race that is so very muscular."

He traced the swell and fall of Bull's chest with his fingertips.

"You do look so very tempting when you're wet. Almost makes me miss the Storm Coast."

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"You probably have run across Ben-Hassrath before now. Most of them in the south are Viddathari." Spies that blended in were the easiest ones to use; Hissrad was good.

Bull laughed at the mention of the Storm Coast. "I got fond of hearing you complain about the rain... and the way robes you wore clung to you when you were soaked."

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"At least you're over the stage of calling them my dresses," Dorian said, giving Bull a doleful look. He was not willing to admit that the cut of his own robes was particularly dress-like, when compared to austere Solas.

He floated gently beside Bull, anchoring himself to the man with arms loosely holding Bull's shoulders. Problems seemed very far away here.

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"It was fun getting a rise out of you. I liked the looks you'd give me, somewhere between outrage and interest." Bull grinned over at Dorian, watching him float. "And if Solas was around, I didn't need to say a word."