Char: Zevvin & Iron Bull

All Hearts Day - Well Read

Tether Me

"What first attracted you to me?" Iron Bull asked, running his hands through soft, red hair. The redhead burrowed deeper into his chest and mumbled something that sounded suspiciously like 'the size of your dick'. Bull raised an eyebrow. "What was that?"

Zevvin lifted up slightly, resting his chin on an elbow. Rubelite gems peered at Iron Bull curiously. "Would it matter to you if I repeat what you thought you heard?" Zevvin asked.

"Humor me." Iron Bull rolled his eyes.

"In all honesty," Zevvin said, pausing to lay his head against Iron Bull's chest. "It was because you are different."

"Different?" Iron Bull questioned slowly. He combed his thick fingers through the tiny elf's hair. He was rewarded with a deep sigh for his efforts as the elf melted all the more on top of him.

"I am a mage from a region ruled by mages….except, I do not get the respect you would think I'd garner because I am an elf," Zevvin said. He rolled on his back and pressed his head back to look at Iron Bull. Iron Bull dropped his hand down the elf's tight stomach, trailing his fingertips lightly across the tanned, taut skin. Zevvin shivered lightly and wiggled his bottom, pressing his ass insistently against the slowly rising bulge in Iron Bull leather pants. "There were humans who respected my intellect and skill enough to seek me out, though turned on me later when they got what they wanted." Zevvin closed his eyes, twitching from time to time when Bull's hand made its way to his chest to flick a nipple.

"As old as I am, the elven folk who tend to be foolhardy enough to venture so close to the Emporium seek me out for tales of the past. I like them little more than I like the humans. They would try to coerce me into joining their clans but then try to brand me with a mark of slavery. Do you not think it oddly hypocritical that they want freedom from the humans yet brand themselves with the mark of slavery symbolic to the humans?" Zevvin chuckled humorlessly. He was silent for awhile before he began speaking again."You do not want anything but to please me." Zevvin's eyes opened again. He rolled over onto his stomach and smiled at Iron Bull. The large Qunari placed a hand at the small of the elf's back. "This is a first for me."

"I tend not to blend in," Iron Bull said with a smirk. Zevvin's smile widened.

"I've noticed."

"I'm glad."

Zevvin pulled himself up Bull's body to place a chaste kiss on his lips.

"What about you? What was the first thing that took your fancy?"

"Your hair," Iron Bull answered without missing a beat. Zevvin raised a thin eyebrow.

"My hair?"

"I have a thing for redheads," Iron Bull mumbled against Zevvin's lips before pressing another kiss to them. Zevvin chuckled.

"I have a gift for you," he whispered against the Qunari's lips.

"I do too. Let me show you yours first." Iron Bull placed a hand on the nape of the redhead's neck and pulled him down for an even deeper kiss. He trailed his other hand down to grip at the elf's plump backside. A sudden loud yip sliced through the mood. Iron Bull groaned in frustration as the familiar noise continued.

The redheaded elf pried himself out of Bull's hold to look over at his desk. The familiar sight of his white, foxy companion brought a smile to his lips. "I had been looking for you earlier, Wisper." Zevvin pulled himself completely from Bull and walked over to the fennec.

Iron Bull sat up and glared at the fennec, who seemingly glared back. "Damn it…" Iron Bull cursed under his breath. At the sight of fennec, Bull knew he was likely not getting any action for the rest of the day. The fennec really knew how to ruin a man's good time.

"Thank you," Zevvin said, breaking Iron Bull out of his dark musing and schemes to tie the fennec up and throw it somewhere for a while. Zevvin turned back to Iron Bull with a bright smile that could blind the sun itself. "Here." Zevvin held out a necklace - no. It wasn't just any type of necklace. It was a thick, corded necklace that was looped and tied into a hole on half a dragon's tooth.

"This…" Iron Bull glanced at the identical necklace around the elf's neck.

"I heard from Dorian about this custom of gift giving on this day, All Hearts Day, to the one you intend to court or are already in the process of courting." As Zevvin spoke, Iron Bull could see his cheeks slowly tinting pink. There was also a slight tremor in his hand. "And…I remember you talking about how…how the Qunari show their commitment…" Zevvin bit his lip. "I thought I could…kill two birds with one stone."

Iron Bull stood up and walked over to the elf. Zevvin craned his neck to look up at the towering Qunari warrior. Bull looked the elf over for a moment before taking the necklace from him. "Kadan," he whispered, yanking the elf flush to his body. Zevvin gasped, having to crane his neck even more to look Bull in the eye. Bull grinned widely.

"Now, it's my turn to give you a gift," Iron Bull husked into Zevvin's ear. Bull placed the necklace around his neck before bodily picking the small elf up. Zevvin let out a surprised squeal as he was picked up with no effort at all. Bull walked them back to the bed all the while trailing kisses down the small elf's neck. "You're not going to walk straight for a week," Bull growled.

"Sounds like a lovely gift," Zevvin purred back.

Ignoring the yipping fennec on the table, Bull crashed his lips to the elf's. Kadan…his Kadan. He'd never thought in a million years he'd be saying that to anyone in this lifetime. Now he had it and he intended to keep it.