The shadows cast from the trees in the Val Royeaux courtyard provided ample shade as Dorian waited, rather impatiently, for the arrival of his… well, his date. He'd stopped pacing some time ago, but the itch to begin again grew stronger the longer he was forced to wait.
Dorian closed his eyes, inhaling deeply when he got a waft of a rich and spicy scent. Something about it seemed familiar. He opened his eyes to see a bright, smiling face in front of his.
"Vaxus!" He choked, sputtering out the name. No. Not the name, his favorite name. The delightful way it rolled off his tongue, the warm sensation it sent coursing through his body.
"Miss me?"
That wonderfully smooth tone lit Dorian's senses on fire. And he could not, for the life of him, contain the wide grin that spread across his lips. His heart fluttered happily - as it often did - as he whisked his gaze over Vaxus.
"That would be dreadfully cliche to agree to, don't you think?" he asked, flashing a grin.
This earned him a hearty chuckle. And something entirely unexpected. Before he even knew what was happening, his fingers were wound up in Vaxus' hand. The rough of a warrior's set of callouses left Dorian with a sinful tingle up and down his spine.
"I hear the sunsets here are a wonder to behold," Dorian shared, awkwardly.
Vaxus tipped his head, the first hints of a smirk tilting his lips upward.
"I had something better in mind," he murmured.
Again Dorian got no warning, no hints at what was to come. So when Vaxus swept him up into a tight embrace, their mouths hovering inches apart, Dorian stared with his mouth agape.
There was a clear lust in the half-lidded look Vaxus gave him and Dorian felt his heart thump loudly against his chest. Seconds later, their lips were crashing together.
While their hands remained intertwined, Dorian groaned into the kiss when he felt Vaxus' free hand give a gentle squeeze against his rear. This allowed the opening he clearly sought into Dorian's mouth, tongue gliding through and testing its access.
Their surroundings fell away as Dorian's eyes fell closed, his free hand wrapping firmly around Vaxus' waist. This. This was far better than anything he had been anticipating from the evening's liaison.