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“Ahh! Carter!”
Dorian threw back his head, back bowing, fingers clawing at the rough tavern linens. His body was thrumming with white hot pleasure, climax so close he could barely breathe.
“Oh Dorian,” Carter purred, releasing him from his mouth to take him in hand. “Truly, you make the most delicious little sounds.”
As if to prove his point, the two fingers that were still thrusting mercilessly into Dorian’s body curled, nudging his sweet spot, and the Tevinter mage cursed loudly.
“Yes,” his lover chucked darkly. “Just like that. Though I think perhaps I’d prefer to hear you scream again…”
Dorian hissed as that wicked mouth descended upon him again, cheeks hollowed, tongue flicking over the sensitive tip. The fingers inside him twisted and then came the relentless assault on his prostate, a constant pressure that had him writhing in torturous bliss, crying out to the heavens. It was that sneaky free hand that truly undid him, however – the free hand that snaked between his thighs, cupping his balls, rubbing them and then, without any warning, tugging gently. The combined pleasure shattered him and Dorian came with a scream to the Maker, a raw, primal sound that he couldn’t have tempered if he wanted to. He could feel Carter smirking around him as he swallowed down every last drop he had to offer and couldn’t even find it in himself to be annoyed.
It took him several long moments before he could so much as think straight again. When he opened his eyes, Carter was lounging on the pillow next to him, fully dressed, his emerald eyes mirroring his wicked smile. Truly, he looked every inch a god to Dorian, his long, dark hair artfully tousled about his face, lips plump and sinfully swollen from his ministrations.
“So… how was that for a goodbye kiss?” he grinned and Dorian just about had the presence of mind to swat him.
“You are a bad, bad man,” the Tevinter mumbled.
“You love it,” laughed Carter and he kissed Dorian briefly on the lips before slipping off the bed. Their wineglasses, untouched for hours, sat on the small table in the corner. Dorian watched as his lover drained one, eyes fixated on the movement of his throat before travelling down his body. Not for the first time that weekend, he had to marvel at his good fortune. It was not often he met such gorgeously handsome men in the Circle library and less often still that he managed to coax them into a two day romp in a nearby tavern room. Carter was witty, charming and incredibly well endowed, as evidenced by the obscene bulge that was tenting the front of his breeches.
“Are you sure I can’t take care of that for you?” Dorian asked salaciously, propping himself up on an elbow and eyeing his lover’s straining crotch with renewed interest. Carter merely smirked and shook his head.
“As much as I’d love nothing more than to have you writhing on my cock again,” he purred, “I’ll be late for my boat.”
“So you say,” Dorian sighed. “Must you go back to Kirkwall already? Such a shithole…”
“Sadly, yes. I have some family business to attend to. However,” and he paused, perching on the edge of the mattress again, “I do come back this was way often…”
“Well, do feel free to seek me out, if you’ve a mind. I’d very much like to do this again.”
Carter smiled – a breath-taking thing that made Dorian want to ravish him all over again – and cupped the Tevinter’s cheek in his hand.
“As would I, dearest Dorian,” he uttered, “Most delectable mage in all Tevinter.”
“Flatterer,” Dorian murmured, and he tried to ignore the way his heart fluttered in his chest. “I bet you say that to all the girls.”
A tiny grin curved Carter’s lips, making his eyes glitter alluringly. He leaned in for another kiss and Dorian was only too happy to oblige, tilting his head and moaning softly under Carter’s expert touch. Maker, if they hadn’t been fucking all day, he’d be embarrassingly hard again already.
“Alright,” Carter sighed, pulling away and regarding the other man through half-lidded eyes. “I really have to go. The room’s paid up until tomorrow so stay as long as you like.”
“I might just do that,” Dorian smirked. “It wouldn’t do well to head out smelling like a brothel after an orgy after all.”
“Speak for yourself,” the Free-Marcher purred, winking. “I quite like the idea of being able to smell you on me all the way across the Nocem Sea.”
“Filthy barbarian,” sniffed Dorian, though he could not deny that the thought was incredibly arousing. “Away with you then. I like to bathe in peace.”
Carter just grinned, shaking his head. “Catch you next time, gorgeous,” he smirked and before Dorian could reply, he and his pack had slipped out of the door. The mage slumped back against the headboard, a long, low breath issuing from his lungs.
He was spent – utterly and blissfully spent. He knew it would be wise to get up, call for a bath and get on his way; after all, he was due back home by the end of the week. Yet he wanted to enjoy this moment for as long as he could. His little jaunts in the capital were becoming increasingly rare, what with his father so determined to throw suitors at him. Maker knew if he’d get the chance for another few weeks. No doubt there would be another one lined up for him when he got home, another smirking, buxom, back-stabbing little viper he couldn’t care less to know.
Sighing, Dorian eased himself off the bed. His backside ached in the most delicious of ways- though he’d be sore in the saddle later – and he could feel a warm, wet something trickling down his thigh as he crossed the room. He felt thoroughly debauched and he was determined to savour it. Later, he told himself. He would worry about what awaited him in Qarinus later. For now, he had half a bottle of rather decent wine left and a long hot bath to look forward to.
He rang for a servant and had just about enough time to pull on a pair of breeches before the prompt knock on the door. Dorian bade them enter, knowing full well there was no hiding what he’d been up to. The room wore the heady scent of sex like an Orlesian cologne and his state of dress and mussed up hair did nothing to dispel the obvious. Indeed, the surprisingly attractive lad who attended was flushed pink in an instant, his eyes downcast as he made his way to the tub with buckets of water. Dorian grinned, draining his glass. Perhaps, if he was ever so gentle, he might be able to eke out one last glorious orgasm before reality beckoned once more…