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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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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.

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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.

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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."

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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?"

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"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."

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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.

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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?"

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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."

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"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."

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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."

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"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.

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"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.

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"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."

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"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.

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"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."