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‘Will there be anything else, Inquisitor?’ Lady Montelyet asked.
Maxwell looked once more at the war table; everything looked set for the day. ‘No, that will be all. Dismissed.’
‘Just call on us if you need anything,’ the Commander said.
Maxwell nodded, feeling a wave of weariness wash over him. The sky had darkened and dusk was turning into night.
‘I think I’m going to run myself a hot bath,’ he said to himself, as he exited the war room.
He headed upstairs and boiled some water to pour in his bath. He looked longingly at the sending crystal Dorian had given him. Tevinter was so far, and the Exalted Council was already weeks past. Speaking with Dorian every few days just wasn’t the same as having him here with him.
Maxwell’s lips curled into a smile as an idea came to mind. He walked over to the crystal, he took it in his hand and spoke into it, activating it. Then he placed it on the bench next to the bath.
‘Amatus,’ came Dorian’s voice.
‘Dorian.’ Maxwell pulled his shirt off his body. His taut muscles were sore, he knew the hot water would be soothing. ‘It is good to hear your voice.’
‘As it is to hear yours, amatus. You’ve caught me at a good time; I was just thinking about you.’
‘Is that so?’ said Maxwell. He dropped his pants to the floor. ‘I was just about to take a bath.’
‘Ooh, a shame I can’t be there to bathe with you.’
‘Well, perhaps you can tell me how I am to wash myself.’ Maxwell stepped into the steaming water and let himself sink into the bath. His wet chest glistened from the light of the candles. ‘And I will do as my Magister commands.’
‘You know, I think I rather like this idea of yours,’ said Dorian.
‘What is your first order then?’ Maxwell egged on.
‘I believe you should begin with your toes, those always tend to gather up all sorts of little bits of dirt.’
Maxwell chuckled, biting his lower lip. ‘You’re having me wash my toes?’
‘Well, yes. Am I in charge of this bath or not?’
‘Fine, fine. I’m washing my toes.’
‘Excellent.’
Maxwell lathered up his hands with soap.
‘Now, I want you to lace your fingers between your toes and slide them up your feet.’ Maxwell did as Dorian directed him to. ‘Do it again, press harder. Do you feel a tickle, amatus?’
‘I feel a tingle,’ Maxwell admitted. It was an odd sensation, but a pleasurable one.
‘Then you’re not doing it right. Go slower.’
Maxwell bit his lip again and this time he felt arousal from the motion. He inhaled quickly.
‘There,’ Dorian said, satisfied. ‘Lather up your legs. Circular motions under your knees. We don’t want any stickiness, amatus.’
Maxwell couldn’t help but feel amused. ‘You are enjoying this far too much, Dorian.’
‘This was your idea. Now if only you could see how much I’m enjoying this.’
‘And we’ve only just begun.’
‘Precisely.’
Maxwell cleaned the back of his knees the way Dorian guided him to, feeling a tickle, yet one that sent a wave of warm shivers through his body.
‘Continue along your thighs. I want you to massage yourself right before you reach your groin.’
Maxwell’s breath hitched as he obeyed. ‘You’re teasing me, Dorian.’
‘No cheating, amatus, I’ll hear you if you skip ahead.’
Maxwell let out a soft moan. ‘I wish you were here with me.’
‘I would grip you firmly and slowly increase your desire for me until you could no longer contain it.’
‘Uah,’ Maxwell moaned again.
‘Now, now, amatus, I said no skipping ahead.’
‘Oh, believe me, I have not skipped ahead,’ replied Maxwell. ‘As much as I wish to.’
‘We haven’t even got to the best part yet,’ said Dorian. ‘I want your hands to be lathered with all the soap you can lather up.’
Maxwell smiled. ‘Do I get extra points for following every single command to the letter?’
‘It depends. I quite like telling you what to do.’
Maxwell chuckled. His hands had suds all the way to his wrists. ‘What now?’ he asked.
‘I want you to glide your hands down your chest, slowly, and up again. Close your eyes, imagine I am the one touching you, washing you.’
‘I hardly call this washing,’ Maxwell teased.
‘Hmm, are you asking for a deep clean then?’ said Dorian. Maxwell heard him let out a conspiratorial laugh.
‘Dare I ask?’
‘You just wait,’ whispered Dorian. ‘And for now, just keep doing your chest.’
Maxwell continued as directed, slowly sliding his hands up and down his chest, each time feeling desire mounting within him.
‘Oh, Dorian, how long will you have me do this? All I want is to touch myself there.’
‘All I want is to touch you, amatus.’ Dorian’s voice had become husky with desire.
‘Dorian,’ Maxwell moaned out.
‘Amatus.’ And Maxwell knew Dorian was touching himself by the groan that escaped him; Maxwell let out an elated sigh.
‘Dorian,’ said Maxwell, chuckling to himself, ‘I’m honestly having a...hard time here.’
‘You know,’ said Dorian, ‘just for your terrible pun, I might...extend things a bit.’
Maxwell laughed, hearing Dorian laugh as well. It felt good to be playful.
Dorian’s voice became gruff again. ‘I think it’s time for a deeper clean.’
Maxwell’s breath hitched again, anticipating where Dorian would ask him to stroke next.
‘I want you to take one hand down to your pelvis-’
‘Finally.’
‘Ah, ah, ah, not yet. Rub just above.’
Maxwell let out an exasperated yet amused groan. He heard Dorian chuckle through closed lips.
‘Hmmm, I wish I could kiss those lips of yours,’ said Maxwell.
‘And you will, amatus, the next time I see you.’
‘Dorian, I’m rubbing, and it’s torture not to go further,’ Maxwell admitted.
‘Good, it’ll make this all the more worth it. Now, amatus, with your other hand, I want you to slide down to your orifice.’
Maxwell let out a shaking breath as another wave of pleasure washed over him, feeling it in his stomach, spreading to every end of his body.
‘Amatus, it’s time for a deep clean,’ Dorian said gruffly. ‘As deep as you can go.’
Maxwell let out a shout as he inserted his finger into his orifice, arching his back and letting his head loll back. He closed his eyes, impelling his finger.
‘Gently, steady,’ Dorian instructed.
‘As you command, my Magister,’ Maxwell said, groaning.
Dorian let out a husky sigh. Whispering, he said, ‘I love it when you call me that, amatus.’
Maxwell continued, waiting for Dorian’s next command.
‘Put in a second one.’
Maxwell let out a breath, feeling his stomach tighten with rapture. He inserted a second finger, feeling more heat rise to his face and his body begin to vibrate from within.
‘Dorian,’ he said gruffly, ‘I want to hear you. I want to hear your pleasure as I obey your commands.’
‘Yes, amatus, I’d like that.’
Dorian’s breathing came louder and huskier. He let out a gruff gasp.
‘Amatus,’ he said at last, ‘massage below, but don’t grip yourself yet.’
‘Oh, Dorian, you’ll have me crying out before the end,’ exclaimed Maxwell.
‘I want to hear you screaming out,’ Dorian said in a harsh whisper that sent shivers of desire through Maxwell’s body.
As Maxwell touched himself, he listened to Dorian’s breathing and groans. The anticipation of finishing himself was beginning to be too great to bear.
‘This is too much!’ he shouted out. ‘I need…’ He breathed loudly.
‘Grip it!’ Dorian said in a loud commanding voice.
Maxwell shouted as he took hold of himself, pumping vigorously, the fingers of his other hand still thrusting his orifice. His body writhed as he felt his mounting elation.
‘Dorian,’ he cried out.
‘Amatus,’ Dorian shouted.
Through the sending crystal, Dorian’s groans became cries that only intensified Maxwell’s desire for him and the electric sensation that inundated his entire being.
Finally, Dorian’s shouts came louder. He cried out. ‘Yes, amatus, yes.’
‘Dorian!’ Maxwell surrendered to the pleasure, and spasmed as his elation erupted onto his stomach, and he let out a long loud scream. He breathed in, spasming again, and let out an euphoric whimper, hearing Dorian sough.
Maxwell took a deep breath, letting it out slowly and loudly, feeling content. He leaned back, letting his head rest on the edge of the bath, closing his eyes.
‘I love you, amatus,’ Dorian whispered.
‘I love you, Dorian,’ Maxwell replied softly.
He bit his lower lip, smiling. ‘Next time, I’m washing you.’
‘As you wish, Inquisitor.’
“Elated Bathing” is written by Celinka Serre (2021).
Disclaimer: This story is derivative and consistent of Fan-Fiction since it borrows the franchise world of Dragon Age. Certain jargon and places, or concepts mentioned, along with the Dragon Age universe belong to Bioware and EA. This fan-fiction story falls under Fair Use.
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