Note: NSFW

Official Business

"I'm getting my hair cut. Short."

"You will not," the Seneschal says with a stern look. "I forbid it."

"You forbid it?" Finola repeats in a low voice he has come to recognize as a taunt. "I will do as I please," she asserts with a coy grin. "Do you wish me to continue or not?"

As an answer, he pulls her into his arms and kisses her soundly before pushing her down to her knees again, leaving her breathless. His eyes meet hers. "Excite me, Viscountess." Seeking hands grope for her head, his fingers tangling in the loose, silken locks, pressing her ever closer to him. Breathing becomes a challenge as she grips his cock and strokes with increasing fervor. "Do it now."

The tip of her tongue feathers over his hard flesh teasing with gentle flicks. Bran moans, lost in the grip of an insatiable passion now.

Then she stops, her expression growing mischievous. "How do you properly ask me, Seneschal?" She grins at his dramatic sigh of woe.

The tables are turned now. Finola is mastering him, and it might be his undoing. "Please, my dear Viscountess."

"Say more. Tell me what you want."

A rush sweeps through his body. Hearing this new deep and commanding tone of hers sends tingling sensations across his skin, blood pounding through him. "I'll do anything you ask of me if you let me come. I need to come," he begs, albeit for her benefit. But he cringes as she digs her nails into his hips, thinking he might explode even without her mouth on him yet.

"I want to please you, Seneschal, but you must tell me to suck you," she orders in a breathy yet authoritative tone.

The confidence in her voice adds to his desire. A shiver races down his spine and his cock jerks as he watches her with half-lidded eyes, unable to look away. He clenches his teeth tighter, the words on the tip of his tongue. "Please suck me. Please."

"Good." His body is rigid, like a statue. He stares past her now, past the table, to the wall. "And I want to hear you come, Seneschal. Do you understand?"

Emotion sweeps through him then, too intense, too filled with needs and desires he has never known. He simply nods.

Bran shivers as Finola opens her mouth and takes as much of his length as she can. "I've taught you too well," he gasps, his last word pitched high and drawn out. Hands fist in her mane of golden hair as he swells, and he moans louder and louder in pleasure, deep in the moment, lost. He feels her wild energy, the knowledge of what she is doing to him making her suck harder and faster. With a final snap of his hips, he bursts, warm and salty, into her mouth.

She raises her head, out of breath, although not as much as he is, and she smiles at the sight of his utter relaxation. "Can we get back to work now?" Finola grins and maneuvers herself away and out of his reach.

"Absolutely, Viscountess." He drops his hands but his arrogant expression doesn't slip an inch. He knows she does not think him a bastard, or a liar, or a user. In fact, he is all too aware that he has become her voluntary slave, for the time being.

"Are you all right?" she asks, straightening her clothes, then quickly tying her hair up. She eyes him for a long moment. "You seem… preoccupied."

He stares at her and wonders how she always knows when to question his thoughts, how she finds her way into his mind time after time. More than physical, she affects him in ways he doesn't care to admit, deepening his passions more than he should allow. "Back to the grind, then, Finola?"

"Stop your brooding this instant, Bran." She marches forward and pulls him by his shirt, bringing him in close, right in her face, and she snarls, "Kiss me instead."

He sees it then, he sees her seeking comfort from him.

What a pair, he thinks. He may very well be her last hope, and she, his. There is no damn way this woman is getting away from him. Ever.

A/N: These will be prompt-based ficlets or drabbles set in the Release from the Chains DA2 universe. They are primarily for back-story, character development and motivations, and as a writing exercise. Most will feature Finola Hawke, Seneschal Bran and Sebastian Vael, but other characters will be here too. Although this is starting out with an M-rated ficlet, they will not all be racy, but the M rating will remain, of course.

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