Bull gives Dorian a very fond smile. "I'd like that company," he admits. "Bet I can get someone to bring us food here."
They are sitting at table and Bull has seen meals served here now that the kitchens in Skyhold are up and running. Bull is hoping, if he plays his cards right, he'll be able to woo Dorian back to bed with him by the end of the evening. He likes sharing a bed with the mage and he knows now for sure that Dorian enjoys it, too. Why deny themselves that comfort?
"I know you can," Dorian laughs, because he's seen Bull do it before.
They share a meal there, and after, Dorian doesn't even make a fuss about accompanying Bull to his room. They walk across the battlements together, talking and trading gentle barbs, close enough that their arms brush. The wind is cold, biting through Dorian's robes, but Bull is there to block the worst of it.
And after they fuck--again, for the second time that day--Dorian fits himself against Bull's body (huge and warm, rough and gentle, capable of making him feel sated and desired and cared for like he has never felt before) like he was meant to be there. He lays his head down on Bull's chest, stretches an arm across his soft middle, and sleeps more soundly than he has in weeks.
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They are sitting at table and Bull has seen meals served here now that the kitchens in Skyhold are up and running. Bull is hoping, if he plays his cards right, he'll be able to woo Dorian back to bed with him by the end of the evening. He likes sharing a bed with the mage and he knows now for sure that Dorian enjoys it, too. Why deny themselves that comfort?
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They share a meal there, and after, Dorian doesn't even make a fuss about accompanying Bull to his room. They walk across the battlements together, talking and trading gentle barbs, close enough that their arms brush. The wind is cold, biting through Dorian's robes, but Bull is there to block the worst of it.
And after they fuck--again, for the second time that day--Dorian fits himself against Bull's body (huge and warm, rough and gentle, capable of making him feel sated and desired and cared for like he has never felt before) like he was meant to be there. He lays his head down on Bull's chest, stretches an arm across his soft middle, and sleeps more soundly than he has in weeks.