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Bull didn't linger too long at fight club after Dorian left. He was bruised but it was hardly anything more than he might have gotten from a training session. He let himself into their new house. There was still unpacking - mostly Dorian's books - but It was starting to look settled in.

"Dorian?" he called as he nudged the door shut again, listening for movement in the house. Dorian's words had been shivering down his spine since their tussle: I have plans for you and that smart mouth of yours.

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"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."

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