aban_aqun | Skyhold

Waiting again. Dorian groans, disappointed but not displeased. He's so used to getting what he wants, but the anticipation is so sweet.

But Bull is promising to get him off for the second time, apparently, and so soon after he'd said that they have a long night ahead of them.

"Just how many times are you planning to make me come?" He laughs breathlessly as he asks. With Bull's fingers inside him and his hand around his slick cock, it won't take much more effort to achieve, but then, where will the rest of their evening go?

"Until you can't anymore," he answers mildly. That is his goal, in the end: to leave Dorian so wrung out that he can't even conceive of being aroused again. That the mere thought of another orgasm seems unreachable. Until his body can do nothing else but rest, and hopefully his mind, too.

"You are mine tonight, Dorian. And I'm going to have you until you have nothing left to give."

He punctuates that with a firmer thrust of his fingers.

In short, Dorian is equal parts intimidated and aroused. "Oh," he breathes, looking at Bull with a mix of wonder and trepidation. He isn't certain how much his body can take, but Bull seems very determined to find out. "Do continue, then."

There's no reason to hold back. He is Bull's tonight, and he thrills at the almost possessive quality of those words. He would gladly be Bull's every night, if he wished it. He'd give him everything.

There's no reason to restrain his noises of pleasure as Bull's fingers move inside him, edging him further toward his inevitable peak. He's hot and flushed all over, and he wishes he could just push back against Bull's thrusts, or grind his cock into his hand, or do anything but just take only what Bull wants to give him. But this is his gift, in a way. Bull had wanted to see him like this, completely handing over his control on his own pleasure, and Dorian is glad to give it to him.

Bull is relatively gentle this time as he coaxes Dorian through another orgasm. His fingers press and he strokes until Dorian is shaking, until he tries to jerk away.

"Easy," he murmurs. He gives Dorian's cock a quick suck just to clean him off, then takes his time licking and kissing the come from Dorian's stomach. He draws his fingers out slowly and walks away to dig through his trunk again. When Bull comes back, he's oiling up a toy.

"Relax," he urges, voice still low and even - soothing - as he slowly works the cock into Dorian. It's not as big as he is, but it is a bit of a stretch. It's been a month, after all. He wants to work Dorian back up to him.

His second orgasm of the night leaves him hollow and shaking. He barely makes a sound beyond a low whine, so breathy it's barely audible. The sensitivity he feels in the aftermath as Bull continues well after he's finished is overwhelming. It's impossible to keep his body from twitching away, and he's quivering by the time Bull withdraws his fingers.

"Kaffas," Dorian curses softly, weary and drained. The Bull's voice is soothing, and he lets his eyes close as he tries to catch his breath. His chest is heaving, and tremors still shake him when he feels the oiled tip of the cock in Bull's hand pressing into his loosened hole. His eyes snap open. "You can't be serious," he gasps, but it isn't a protest, and it certainly isn't the watchword. Perhaps he's curious about how much his body can take, how much pleasure Bull can wring from him before he stops feeling it. Just now it's so much sensation as to verge on pain, but his body takes it, even if he feels on edge and jittery rather than relaxed.

"I am very serious," he murmurs, sounding downright tender. Bull presses a kiss to Dorian's thigh as he gently fucks the toy into him. He takes his time, knowing Dorian is a little overworked.

"Easy, easy." His free hand slides over Dorian's stomach and chest, offering a soothing touch. "You can make it stop whenever you want to," he reminds, just in case Dorian needs to hear it. Bull will never push him past what he can take, but he's willing to get fairly close to the edge.

When the cock is as deep as it can go, Bull leaves it there and moves toward Dorian's head so he can give the mage a lingering kiss.

A little is an understatement. Dorian is reeling, nerves rubbed raw from his second orgasm forced to take more stimulation without any time to recover. His spent cock twitches against the ropes crossed over his stomach as the cock slowly filling him grinds hard over his prostate. It feels like an electric current runs through him, bright and sharp, and he strains against his bonds as his body bucks.

"Bull," he pants, his only response to that reminder. He knows, but he won't. This is what Bull wants, and it makes him happy to give himself to Bull this way. There is a part of him, too, that loves to be pushed this way, his cup of pleasure filled to overflowing without his say. So he'll endure. He kisses Bull with desperation. His lips feel tender like the rest of his body, but he seeks more anyway, straining up for it.

"I know," he murmurs. He kisses Dorian again, and again, until both of them are breathless. "Do you want to move to the bed?"

He doesn't know how long Dorian can stay suspended, but with the current set up, Bull's had someone up for at least an hour. But that's a lot for someone that's new to the experience. His hands stroke over Dorian's sides and his arms, gently checking in all over just to make sure that he's doing alright.

Bull's kisses draw him in until he loses himself. He concentrates on that: the shape of Bull's lips against his, the taste of him, the way his tongue slides against his own, the rasp of stubble. By the time he pulls away, Dorian's head is spinning, and he nearly forgets that he can't reach for Bull, because he certainly tries.

"I--" He isn't sure, doesn't know whether laying down or being untied will release some of this pent-up feeling, or make him fall apart. Being untethered might be worse. "Leave me a little longer," he decides, though he sounds far from certain.

Bull nods and gives Dorian another kiss. It's easy to get lost in just this: they haven't kissed for a month before today and Bull--Bull is content to do just that now that he has Dorian where he wants him.

He moves away and returns with a cup of water; he helps Dorian drink, though inevitably some spills. He gives Dorian time to rest and murmurs soft praise, but eventually his attention turns back to the cock buried inside the mage. With one arm cradling Dorian's head, the other hand reaches to grip the base. He draws the toy out slowly and pushes it back in again at the same pace. Just to get Dorian used to the idea that it'll be moving.

The water is a welcome respite, and he drinks eagerly, wetting his parched throat. He doesn't even mind when it runs down his chin and drips onto his chest. It feels cool and refreshing against his overheated body.

He looks up at Bull with a thin smile as he is given a little time to acclimate, focusing on Bull's low voice, though the weight of the toy inside him prevents him from ever entirely relaxing. And when Bull begins moving it inside him again, he wants nothing more than to wrap his arms around him and bury his face in his shoulder, to have something to hold onto. But the ropes hold him together. He groans as he's slowly fucked, as the places inside him that bring pleasure are stroked and filled and the feeling spreads through him again, more intense now even with minimal stimulation. It prickles, edged with something beyond pleasure.

"Bull," he sighs again, head tilting back into the sling Bull made for him. "It's so much, please--just keep it slow."

"I will," he promises, and he keeps to that. There is a fine line to walk now between too much and pain, so Bull is gentle and slow. He brushes tender kisses along Dorian's shoulder and his neck; he meets his mouth a handful of times just to remind the mage that he's paying attention.

Eventually, Bull moves, leaving Dorian to hang as he positions himself between the mages thighs again. He runs his free hand over one, very deliberately avoiding Dorian's cock for now.

"Tell me when you need more."

Bull is good at this. That's the only explanation he can think of for how he's kept so perfectly on edge. He feels like he's being toyed with, yet at the same time gently guided back onto the path that will lead to completion again. His skin is hot, and prickles beneath Bull's kisses and the touch of his hand. The slow rocking of the cock inside him builds upon itself, kindling his arousal, and though he still quivers as it brushes his prostate, he can feel his cock slowly thickening again. The Bull has made him come three times in one night before, certainly, but never like this.

"Yes," he whispers finally, a hopeful sort of permission. "More. Gently."

"There," he murmurs, smiling when he hears the hope in Dorian's voice. He brushes a rewarding kiss to the mage's thigh and adjusts the way he holds the cock. He moves it just a bit faster, though he's still careful with his pace. Deliberate and gentle. He changes the angle just so, though it's just large enough that he might not need to make too much effort.

"I know you can do this again for me," he says tenderly, lips very near to Dorian's cock. "You came three times your first night here, in this room. I know you can again."

The patience and dedication that Bull displays is incredible, and only afterward will Dorian be able to appreciate the full scope of it. As of now, he only knows that Bull is here, attentively and sweetly and determinedly fucking a third orgasm out of him while he himself has yet to be touched.

"I know," Dorian says, feels his voice straining as much as his body. Still, he smiles. "I remember."

He focuses on Bull, on his deliberate touches, and lets the pleasure inside him build like a rising tide--not immediate, but inevitable. He shifts and strains at the ropes a little, because at times the press of the toy is still too much for his sensitive nerves. But it's Bull's warm breath against his cock that makes him outright shiver. "Your mouth," he murmurs, "give me your mouth." Bull is the one determining how this is done, he knows, but he'd also asked him to tell him what he needed. And he thinks this--this is what will get him there, even if it may be overwhelming at first.

As soon as Dorian asks, Bull gives him what he wants. He keeps the toy moving and his free hand gently circles Dorian's cock to guide it into his mouth. He takes the mage easily, eye closing as he enjoys the familiar taste of him, the weight on his tongue. A quiet hum of approval escapes him and Bull focuses on teasing with tongue and cheek, just as careful with this as he has been everything else. He knows Dorian might be getting oversensitive, but that's the point of all this. To work him up until he can't anymore.

He gives a small bob of his head and moves his hand so he can take Dorian all the way. His hand slides over Dorian's thigh and the curve of his ass, enjoying the interruption of rope as he touches.

The moment Bull's mouth slides down over his cock, Dorian curses under his breath and feels himself beginning to melt. That's the best way to describe it; he relaxes gradually as his body heats up, and he sinks deep into the ropes and into his own awareness of himself. He thinks of nothing beyond his own body and what the Bull is doing to it, and just feels.

And he feels so much. Bull's mouth on him always feels good, as does a steady rhythm of something inside him; normally, he can't last long at all if it's both. But tonight the build is slower, even as the softness of Bull's mouth threatens to drive him mad. It takes a concentrated effort to get him entirely hard, and by the time he is he's already leaking onto Bull's tongue, the weight of an inevitable peak growing heavier low in his belly. His fingers curl and uncurl at his sides, looking for something to hold, and eventually balling into fists.

Giving Dorian what he needs is a pleasure unto itself for Bull. He's careful with his mouth, gentle but insistent, and when he realizes that Dorian's hands are straining and then curling into fists, he slides his free hand down to coax Dorian's fingers apart so they can lace together.

The position isn't easy for Dorian, he knows that. Bull can give him this.

He moves the toy just a bit faster, adjusts the angle so that every gentle thrust counts as Dorian grows hard and eager in his mouth. Bull can hear the impending climax just in the way Dorian breathes, in the way he gasps and moans and writhes in his bonds, and he has every intention of tasting him.

Gratefully, Dorian grasps Bull's fingers like a lifeline. He grips hard as Bull works him up further, whimpering with each thrust of the toy inside him, lighting up his nerves and making his entire body shudder. The gentle suction around his cock feels far more intense than it really is, and his hips hitch and shift with the movement of Bull's head. Perhaps that is what his hands itch to grasp; normally he would have free reign to hold Bull's horns, if he wasn't laid out with his legs propped up on them instead.

But when he comes, it's at first with the feeling of a gentle tide washing over him, gradual and sweet as he builds up to it. But at its peak, it's like the pull of a riptide, a sudden and intense tug from deep inside him. He cries out, too loud, but he can't help it, and doesn't even think to muffle himself. His mind goes white, and his orgasm lasts for far longer than either of the previous two, though he spills comparatively little. The whole of his body shakes with it, held secure by the ropes. And he is not quick to come down from it afterward, moaning low in his throat as his overworked body processes the eddies of far too much sensation.

Bull lifts his head slowly and just holds Dorian's cock as the mage shivers through the aftershocks of his orgasm. His thumb rubs gently up the length and he lets the toy go still. He watches Dorian, feeling a quiet rush as his lover trembles and makes sweet sounds even after he's come. Bull wonders if he has anything left, if the next one will be dry. It's been a long time since he's pushed anyone this far, and a long time since he's found it so satisfying.

He squeezes Dorian's hand, then slowly lets him go. He eases the toy out and pulls away to set it aside. When he returns, he starts loosening the ropes holding Dorian up. He lowers the mage into his arms, then lets the support ropes fall to the floor. He'll collect them later. Bull carries Dorian to the bed and carefully settles him on his back; he sits on the bed beside him.

"Hey, big guy," he murmurs tenderly as he strokes Dorian's hair back.

Dorian's breathing is uneven and his vision is still a little blurred as Bull eases the toy out of his body--a shudder, at that--and begins to untie him. He closes his eyes, letting his body go slack. Soon enough he's in Bull's arms. If he'd felt like he was floating before, he feels like he's being returned to solid ground now. The warmth and strength and solidity of Bull against him is a welcome relief, and he gives a soft sigh when he's lowered to the bed.

"Oh," he says thinly, a tired edge of sarcasm just barely evident, "am I still alive?" His hair sticks to his face with sweat, and he tilts his chin in the direction of Bull's hand. He feels hollow and scraped open, but still he craves Bull's touch, and finds that the low timbre of his voice still warms something in him, despite his exhaustion.

"As far as I can tell," he teases, smiling at the faint sarcasm in Dorian's exhausted voice. Bull starts loosening the knots around Dorian's wrists and legs, slowly unwrapping him. When he finishes one leg, Bull carefully helps Dorian to stretch it and offers a gentle massage to get the blood flowing properly again. And maybe just to pamper Dorian for a while.

When he's satisfied, he moves on to the other leg and arm, giving them the same treatment. Bull coils the ropes up so he can put them away later and admires Dorian, still in the harness. Bull reaches to brush his fingers down the center of Dorian's body.

"Can I have you, Dorian?"

Dorian exhales slowly, relieved as Bull begins to untie him. He'd just been about to ask. As much as he's enjoyed the ropes, his wrists and knees were beginning to smart, and he's past the point where their restraint is the fun sort of frustrating. He wants to be able to touch Bull, which he does gladly as soon as he's able, laying a hand against his thigh and squeezing.

Having his limbs massaged as he's untied is just the sort of pampering he could use. Bull is gentle, but thorough and attentive, and Dorian finds himself smiling dreamily up at him. It grounds him again, and the frantic beat of his heart slows, though his body remains so sensitive that even the sheets against his back feel like they're chafing, let alone the ropes that remain around his torso.

Still, when he lays unbound and sore in the center of the Bull's bed with that single eye taking him in with a softness and fondness and heat that stirs his heart, how could he refuse him anything? Even if he's fairly certain he won't--can't--come again, he wants very much to bring the Bull to his end. He wants to feel Bull moving inside him, wants that connection.

"Yes," he says with certainty, shivering at the light scratch of Bull's blunted claws. "Have me."

Bull smiles and leans down to kiss Dorian, deep and sweet. He lingers, indulging every kiss he didn't give sooner. But then he draws back and gets up to finish undressing and to get the oil. He slicks himself as he eases onto the bed again, then moves between Dorian's thighs. Oil-coated fingers gently rub over Dorian's hole and he manages to push three in on the first try, thanks to the toy. Bull groans quietly and withdraws them. The toy isn't quite as big as he is, but he also knows that Dorian like that stretch.

Leaning over the mage, Bull guides himself and pushes in carefully. The relative ease of it makes him shiver and he murmurs Dorian's name as he sinks deeper. He makes himself go slowly for Dorian's sake more than his own, but after so much waiting the tight heat of him makes Bull want to push deep.

Watching Bull slick his cock bring an unexpected rush of desire--well, perhaps not entirely unexpected. Dorian could be half dead and still find that sight appealing. He spreads his legs readily enough, and only whimpers a little when the wide head nudges his sore entrance and then presses inside. Even going slowly, and even opened up wide, it's a whole rush of sensation at once, and his fingers dig into the sheets beneath him for something to steady himself.

Dorian could never forget the feeling of Bull inside him; his size, his shape, his weight. But after a month apart and after coming three times, it feels like his first time taking him all over again. The toy was big, but Bull is bigger. He stretches his already tender hole that much further, and rubs against that sweet spot inside him with no effort at all, sending a plethora of signals to his already overwhelmed nerves. Dorian is all but boneless beneath him, thighs quivering where they're stretched wide on either side of Bull's waist, muscles aching still from being bound. The entry is incredibly smooth. Bull likes that, he knows. Likes when he's open enough that it's easy to fuck into him.

"Oh, Maker," Dorian gasps as Bull pushes all the way inside him. His voice rasps, wrecked from all the sounds Bull has skillfully drawn from him so far. "It's so much."

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