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Dorian exited the bedroom in only a black dressing gown and a pair of silky purple underthings. Dorian exited the bedroom like a thundercloud.

He had not, actually, wanted to jump the man in front of the eyes of half of Bull's social circle, but it had been a damn close thing, and Dorian was in the mood to make Bull suffer for it. For a given value of suffering.

He grabbed Bull by the hips, not gently, to guide him toward the bedroom. Dorian's belly was hot, he was still flushed, and he pressed the naked brown skin of it against Bull's covered dick.

Bull's breath caught when he saw Dorian, looking like a storm in a black dressing gown. A low growl escaped him as their bodies pressed together and he let Dorian guide him back to the bedroom, already getting aroused.

"I heard I have things to make up for," he rumbled as they crossed into the bedroom. Bull hauled Dorian off his feet to carry him the rest of the way. He was probably going to pay for that too, but he was ready for it.

"You most certainly do," Dorian murmured, wrapping his legs tightly around Bull's waist. He toyed at Bull's trousers with one foot, kneading Bull's thigh. One hand gathered a thick handful of Bull's read-end and gave it a harsh squeeze.

The peevishness of earlier in the evening was gone, replaced only with hungry, low admonishment.

"In public, Bull."

He cut off any response with a hot, aching mouth pressed against Bull's. Dorian's lips were already swollen from arousal, his eyes dark. He'd been waiting, hard, for Bull to come home.

Maybe it wasn't fair, but Bull liked seeing Dorian so heated, and he wondered how long he had been aroused. Had it started at fight club? Had he been waiting, aching, since then? He groaned at the thought.

Anything he might have said was cut off by that kiss, the urgency in it fueling on his own arousal. He eased them onto the bed, looming over Dorian as he broke the kiss.

"In public," he answered, breathless.

Dorian arched his hips at the loss of contact, cock already leaking and needy for more contact. He'd steadfastly refused to touch it, while he waited. It was Bull's mess. He could clean it up.

"Let them all know just how hard it is you fuck me every night? Is that what you wanted?"

He dropped his head to the side, hips still working as he gave a soft moan.

"Trousers. Take your bloody trousers off, for Andraste's sake."

"I think half the Bramford knows how hard we fucked," he rumbled as he pushed down against Dorian, encouraging the movement of his hips. "Dorian."

He nudged Dorian's head up so he could bite his neck. "You really want me to pull away long enough to take them off?" It would take a moment - boots, brace, trousers - and if Dorian was committed to him being naked, he'd do it.

Even as he spoke he shoved his trousers down, groaning when his cock was free.

"Make it quick," Dorian hissed through flat, white teeth. He stroked at the spot on his neck that Bull had left a bite, rubbing his thumb into it, and gave a frustrated moan.

"There's no way you would have actually done it right then and there. You wouldn't have dared."

"You sound really confident," he said, staring Dorian down as he sat up. The brace came off first, quick and easy. Then the boots. Bull stood, briefly, to push his trousers off the rest of the way.

Naked, he eased back onto the bed, over Dorian. He grabbed the mage's thigh to drag him closer.

"I'll never push you to do anything don't want, Dorian. That has always been my promise to you." He leaned close, nudging against Dorian's cheek to tip his head. "If you had wanted it, I would have dared."

"I know."

Dorian let Bull tip his head to the side, while his hands dound the waistband of his underwear and worked to tug them off, hands reduced to fumbling gropes as he lifted himself enough to start sliding them down. He blessed the decision to bring the big bed to the house already.

"I want it more than you know. But it can't happen."

They both knew that, they must have, in a way. It didn't change that the fantasy seemed to grab at the very core of Dorian's arousal. Left him hot and shaking all over, just the idea of it.

"Can't it?" Bull reached down to help Dorian get those silky underthings off. Once Dorian's legs were free, he pushed between them, quite liking the way the mage's thighs framed his hips. he groaned low when his cock rubbed by Dorian's.

"There's a place here, you know. Found it a while ago, when I was still exploring." He'd been into every public building in Darrow, by now. "Where people go to watch and be watched."

He leaned to grab their lubricant - something that had been unpacked and put in place as soon as they started spending nights here.

"Gods, is there?"

When Bull seated himself between Dorian's thighs, brushed their cocks together, Dorian reacted with a tight squeeze of Bull's hips with his thighs. He knew very well that Bull liked them. And that Dorian was well-fed, and well-developed on the bottom half.

He gave a pant, seeing Bull find the lubricant. He'd been waiting two hours to have Bull thrust into him, and he could feel his cock jump in eagerness.

"There is. And we'll find you a mask if you don't want anyone seeing your face... play Orlesian for the night."

There was no way for the Iron Bull to obscure who he was, especially not in Darrow. But he didn't care if anyone saw him there, didn't care what it might do to his reputation. The place seemed to be a what happens here stays here kind of establishment, but he'd seen people wearing masks anyway.

He slicked his fingers and teased them against Dorian's hole. He knew Dorian was feeling urgent; he'd try to be quick. He pushed one in, followed it fairly quickly with a second as soon as he felt the mage relax enough for him.

Maker, Dorian loved Bull's hands. They were twice as big again as his own, if not moreso, and certainly broader. Strong, from decades of hefting huge steel axes. Dorian let the moan roll out of his chest, shameless, as he bore down on those two fingers filling him and working him loose.

Bull could have just finger-fucked him to completion, it's all it would have taken, but Dorian wanted that cock inside him, hot and throbbing.

"I will never get tired of you."

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Bull was convinced that he could get off just watching Dorian ride his fingers, but there were more fun ways to finish and he knew what Dorian wanted. He felt hot beneath him, thighs strong on either side of him.

All that staff work paid off. He loved Dorian's body, loved the strength in it despite his characteristic decadence. He groaned and worked a third finger into him; he tried to slow the way Dorian moved his hips. It would be a shame if he finished too soon.

"Never, kadan," he breathed against Dorian's skin.

Bull pushed himself up and one hand pinned Dorian down while he slid his fingers free. He grabbed the lubricant again to slick his cock, making sure Dorian could see what he was doing.

Dorian covered Bull's hand, pinning him down, with one of his own. He spread his legs, as far as he could, and braced himself for Bull to press inside.

"You owe me, Bull. You'd better make it rough and hard."

He watched, eyes trailing down his own body, to see Bull between his thighs. He could see the tip of Bull's thick cock, round and purple and slick with lubricant.

"I owe you, huh?"

Bull grinned and slid his hand out from under Dorian's. He grabbed Dorian and flipped him over onto his stomach, hauled his hips up so that his cock was pressed against the mage's ass.

"Spread your legs, Dorian," he rumbled as he leaned over him. He caught one of Dorian's hands, pinning it to the bed; his other hand slid between them so that he could guide his cock, teasing it against Dorian's hole before he started pushing in. He growled something in Qunlat and gave a harder snap of his hips to push deep, satisfied by the sound his hips made when they smacked against Dorian.

Dorian gave a yelp when Bull suddenly flipped him on the bed, and he landed on his knees with a bounce. Bull didn't waste time in sliding in, seated the whole way on the first stroke.

The slap of Bull's skin against Dorian's rear was obscene, and the feeling of Bull stretching him. The moan that left Dorian's lips was loud and unbidden. He dropped his head, chin resting against his chest. His legs shuddered.

"Maker, yes. Move. Please!"

Bull leaned down and bit Dorian's shoulder hard enough to bruise, to leave a mark that would last unless Dorian felt moved to heal himself later.

He let go and pushed himself up so he could start moving at Dorian's demand. The mage wanted hard and rough and Bull could give that to him. He used his knees to force Dorian's thighs further apart and he abandoned all notions of tenderness and fucked Dorian like he meant to put him through the mattress of their massive bed.

One hand kept Dorian's pinned to the bed while the other grabbed his hip, pulling him to meet every thrust to ensure that Bull was obscenely deep with every push of his hips.

Dorian's shoulder throbbed, and e ached where Bull stretched him apart and slid inside him, deeply, brushing against that perfect spot inside him with nearly every stroke.

He gasped every time he felt Bull slap against his backside, as he lay pressed against the bed, sunk in deeply with Bull's weight, head smashed into the pillow. The side of his face would be wet and red when they were finished, but the pleasure was powerful and overwhelming, and he couldn't care.

Dorian swore, in tumbling Tevene. He wouldn't last much longer.

Bull leaned low over Dorian so he could growl in his ear. "Were you thinking of what it would be like? If I took you there in front of all of them? All of them seeing... respectable Dorian Pavus... laid out and taken by a savage Qunari."

His breath came quicker but he managed to keep his voice even despite the way he was fucking into Dorian. He felt so good and Bull had been excited since their tussle at fight club. Obviously Dorian had been, too.

"Did it excite you? I wonder what was worse... wanting it or knowing that I would give it to you, if you asked."

Bull bit Dorian again, wanting to leave marks and bruises on him that he hadn't been able to give during their too-brief, playful fight.

Dorian pressed his mouth to his free arm, biting into the skin there in frustration as he growled. His thighs shook, aching from being spread around Bull's knees. Every thrust pushed and pulled his body back and forth against the sheets. His cock ached, dripped. He wanted to come badly, and he wanted it to never stop.

He didn't know what he'd ever done to deserve Bull.

He shouted, when pointed canines dug into the meat of his shoulder. It turned into a low, heady groan.

"Bull-- I can't--"

"Don't hold back on me now," he growled, lips moving over bruising flesh. "Let me feel you, kadan."

It was very nearly a command with the way he said it, or permission. Bull pushed himself up; he grabbed Dorian's hips and let his blunt nails dig in. He was letting his left hand grow out just slightly - he remembered the way Dorian shivered when he thought about Qunari claws.

He was close, only iron self control keeping him from losing his grip the way he wanted to. He wanted to see Dorian wrecked first.

Dorian let go of his arm, mouth leaving a red welt, glimmering in the dim electric light of the room.

Bull's nails dug into the soft muscle of his hip. Dorian's back arched, head thrown back. He let out a ragged howl, straddled between pleasure and pain. Unable to hold himself together for even a moment longer, with flashing behind his eyes, he came to a stuttering climax. Electricity crackled across his back, shimmering, before leaping to the nearby lamp. The bulb blew.

Dorian's shoulders shook. He clenched around Bull.

Bull hissed low but he held on despite the shock than ran up his arms. The lamp blew and he flinched, pushing deep as he leaned over Dorian, protecting him.

In the dark he pushed up again and it only took a few more thrusts, quick and deep and punishing before he came. He bit Dorian's neck, gripped him close as he filled him, claimed him.

He held on to Dorian for a long moment, pinning him like that before he finally let go. He nuzzled Dorian's neck, kissed his ear.

Dorian lay where he was beneath Bull for a long moment, shivering, giving a low moan of post-pleasure ache. The warmth of the orgasm still spread through him, tingling in his fingers and toes, only enhanced by the magical outburst. He'd not been able to help it. And Bull had, of course, given him permission.

He stay there for just a little while longer, feeling Bull grow soft again inside of him. He was reluctant to move, despite Bull's mouth dancing across his neck, his ear.

"I'm yours, sweetheart," he murmured, dazed and pleased and warm. "Worried you might have missed a spot? I think everyone will be able to see it already."

Bull smiled lazily and slowly, reluctantly, pulled out so he could settle next to Dorian. He pulled the mage close to him and kissed his mouth.

"You know how I like making people wonder what mauled you," he rumbled fondly. He kissed Dorian again. "Were you really excited and waiting that whole time?"

"You tell me, darling."

Dorian waved a hand. A small little purplish light sprang to being and floated over to rest where the lamp had once been glowing. He felt only a little guilty, but truthfully, there wasn't much to be done. Honestly, it was Bull's fault for being too good in bed.

Dorian kissed him again, their mouths together, before dragging his lips down Bull's roughly stubbled chin, and then to his neck, where he grazed his teeth across the skin gently.

"I don't destroy perfectly good household decor for just anyone."

Bull left his neck exposed for Dorian, very aware of his teeth even if they were gentle. He cradled the back of Dorian's head for a moment, just holding onto him.

"I think you use it as an excuse to redecorate," he teased as he brushed back the mage's hair. "Want new curtains? Set the old ones on fire. New lamp? Blast the bulb out of the one you don't like."

His eye gleaned with amusement.

"No!" Dorian said in mock horror. He dropped his head to Bull's chest. nuzzling his nose warm nose along Bull's clavicle, enjoying the way he smelled, all after-sex sweat and heady masculinity.

"You've discovered my nefarious plans! Now how am I going to convince you when need seasonal furnishings?"

Bull chuckled and kissed Dorian's damp hair. He smelled so good.

"I'm sure you could find other ways to convince me. Or just change everything without telling me and see how long it takes me to notice that the curtains are slightly different between fall and winter."

"Hah. Longer than my patience to wait out the joke would last, surely."

Dorian lifted himself, still a little shaky, just enough to drag his body up onto Bull's and rest there. This part was always almost even better than the part that came before, the actual rutting. Just the two of them, quiet, together, resting. It was an indulgence and a privilege.

"Truthfully, I am sorry it happens. Unavoidable consequence. You'll just have to stop being quite so good at fucking, Bull."

Bull stayed still while Dorian climbed up to him and nestled close. He wrapped his arm around the mage, protective and secure. He still had the habit of never believing any place was completely safe: not Skyhold, not their apartments, and not their house nestled outside the city. Just as on the battlefield, he made sure Dorian's back was protected when he was vulnerable.

Naked and thoroughly fucked definitely fell under the category of vulnerable.

"Mm, don't say things you don't mean," he teased quietly as he buried his nose in Dorian's hair. He always smelled so good. "If it bothered me that much, I would have started turning you down back in Thedas."

He'd never been intimate with a mage before he met Dorian, and while he might have had a vague idea of the risks, actually experiencing them had been... eye-opening. But so far, despite some minor property damage to both of their rooms in Skyhold and their apartments in Darrow, Dorian had never actually hurt him. And even if he had, Bull could handle a lot.

"As it is, I think it's kinda cute."

"Cute? There is no part of me at any age that is cute, Bull. I assure you, my mother could certainly attest to that."

Dorian gave an extremely sotted smile, tired and satisfied. He reached up to run his fingers along the straight line of Bull's grey nose. They traced the bow of his lips then, with impossible tenderness. Dorian could see the beginnings of a shiner on one of his eyes forming, but he did nothing for it. Bull would likely want to wear it as a badge of memory, after his night fighting. They differed there.

"Somehow I doubt that. Even I was cute at some point in my life." Dorian had gotten to see him as a child, had been forced to spend a week with little Ashkaari in his life.

He closed his eye under Dorian's tender touches, aware of the bruise forming around his eye but he didn't mind. The eye was still there, so he'd consider it a victory. He tipped his head to kiss Dorian's wrist, to bite gently at the tender skin.

Maybe Dorian wouldn't keep any bruises from his night in the ring, but he did let Bull leave all manners of bites and bruises on him during sex, so he wasn't going to tell the mage his business.

"Now you were," Dorian agreed. He gave Bull an odd smile.

"You were such a sweet little thing. It's always so strange to remember that you grew up from a relatively normal-sized baby."

He hoped Bull wouldn't find the comment offensive. Dorian had meant it well, but realized only after saying it that it might sound like he suspected Qunari children were somehow not really children at all.

"I suppose it's just as difficult for you to imagine the reverse, though. I was not a sociable child. That much is the truth."

"No, I think I can imagine a young, hermited Dorian. Lost in all your books and far from whatever anyone expected you to be." He kissed Dorian's brow.

"I'm sure you were a cute infant... even if you did come out with that moustache." He grinned against Dorian's skin, glad that the mage was too close to hit him very hard.

"Worryingly accurate." Dorian gave a laugh that could only be described as a guffaw. Bull had given him a very ridiculous picture. He could only imagine what his mother's reaction to such a comment would have been.

"I came out with no such thing! I know it may be hard to believe, but it's a novel development. I think I may have done it simply because my mother tried to forbid it."

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Bull laughed quietly and leaned close to kiss Dorian, right on his mouth, which was perfectly framed by his moustache.

"And you're inclined to do the forbidden," he rumbled fondly. "Grow facial hair that upsets your mother. Help a southern Inquisitor. Find a Qunari spy terribly attractive."