Breathless

Summary:

„Bull snarled but smirked, having expected no other answer to come from the delicate looking redhead that was really a deviant in disguise. Two fingers were shoved between petal shaped lips and pushed Samil's silver tongue down."

The Iron Bull decides to teach Lavellan why letting his guard down is a dangerous thing to do.

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Notes:

Semi-AU and a lot of headcanon. Related work: ba href= /works/4567998/chapters/10401909Red/a/b

CONTENT WARNING: some brutality, breath play, bondage, ...

(Limits were pre-negotiated and consent given. Please keep in mind that this is still fiction and asphyxiation is dangerous.

I'm not telling you what to do in the bedroom, but breathplay can lead to death. So, if you must, be sure you know what you're doing as there is NO safe way to participate in breath play. Stay SSC! And NEVER ATTEMPT BREATH PLAY ALONE. It's lethal and every year a few thousand people die from Autoerotic Asphyxia.)

bPS: I'm not a native speaker and I have no beta reader. Feel free to point out any mistakes you find./b

Chapter 1: Off guard

Samil had been sitting in the chair at his desk, his fingers twirling a quill, spilling little droplets of black ink all over the piece of paper beneath his hand as he was reading the duke's letter again. He was thinking of a polite way to reply even if the letter made him furious, when suddenly something was flipped over his head and fell onto his chest. The next moment the leather strap was pulled back and tightened around his throat.

The elf dropped the feather and the letter, his hands shooting up to tear at the belt.

„Don't ever let your guard down, not even here. It will get you killed." There was hot breath against the sensitive tip of his left ear and The Iron Bull's deep voice sternly rebuking him in a low tune.

Recognizing the warrior almost made him relax, but a calculated tug on the belt cut off his air and made him kick his legs. He hit his knee on the underside oft the table, knocking over the inkpot as he struggled to no avail. Bull forced him up, loosening the pressure around his neck once he stood and steered him in the direction of the bed, using the belt as a leash.

Bull let go of the leather. A determined push between the shoulder blades made Samil loose his balance as the Qunari shoved him back down. The mattress bounced slightly from his weight as his chest hit it. Lavellan gasped, still a little dizzy from the previous assault when the mattress moved again. This time it was the weight of one of Bull's knees that was digging into the bed, right next to his hip. The big body in his back kept him in place, bent over the side of the bed with his feet still on the rug.

„You're my bodyguard. That would make it you'r responsibility to take care of that, imbecile", Lavellan finally hissed when he found his voice again, the reply coming a little too late.

The elf had taken a bath before and had not bothered to put anything on but a shirt that was long enough to reach the middle of his thighs. The sound Bull's flat hand made on impact with his exposed bottom echoed through the Inquisitor's bedchamber. The warm pulsating of his right ass cheek that followed immediately after made him inhale sharply. Before he could voice his protest the Qunari had grabbed his yaw, pushing his thumb against the side of Lavellan's face, forcing him to keep his mouth open unless he wanted to bite the inside of his own cheek.

„Don't get smug." Something was placed between his teeth. „I think I might have to take care of something else right now. That venomous tongue of yours, for example."

Rope cut into the corners of Samil's mouth. Bull was holding one of the cords that were used to fasten the curtains to the bedposts. Both his hands were lightly touching Lavellan's cheek bones and followed his movement to keep the rope in place as the elf's head jerked back instinctively. The back of his head hit Bull's pelvis, but it hadn't been strong enough to hurt. The warrior didn't let himself be distracted by it and Samil's knees finally found the carpet.

„Hold this for me. Don't drop it", Bull instructed and let go of the rope, not bothering to elaborate the 'or else' part. The spot he had slapped moments before was still burning warningly and Samil decided to bite down and behave... for the time being.

There was a pause, as if The Iron Bull was waiting to see if he would be docile, prepared to reinforce his instructions. When the elf kept the drawstring between his teeth Bull contentedly patted his ass, earning a huff from the redhead. The mattress moved again as Bull shifted his weight and his captive could hear some rustling.

After a few moments the annoyed elf got curious tried to turn around to see what Bull was doing, only to have the Qunari push his head back down and take both his wrists in a vice like grip. He took the rope from the Inquisitor, skillfully securing slender arms behind Samil's back and flipped the elf around, as if he were a doll.

Lavellan swallowed visibly. Bull had kicked off his boots – it seemed like a miracle that he had been able to sneak up on him so quietly – and his striped pants were lying in a heap on the floor.

„I got something to stuff your mouth. Be a good boy and open wide." Callous fingers stroked the Inquisitor's face in a way that was both affectionate and mocking. Amber eyes threw a defiant glare at Bull, but the full lips twitched into a provocative smile and excitement lay in his voice when Lavellan answered.

„Make me." They both knew all too well that he would.

Bull snarled but smirked, having expected no other answer to come from the delicate looking redhead that was really a deviant in disguise. Two fingers were shoved between petal shaped lips and pushed Samil's silver tongue down. The elf tried to scream but Bull pulled the belt that was still around his neck tight again. Gasping for air Samil opened his mouth wider, arching his back as he tried to evade the fingers that pushed deeper, stroking his tongue and forcing his teeth apart.

„I swear I'll make you regret it in a very unpleasant way if you bite me", The Iron Bull warned and pushed his digits all the way in. Lavellan growled, the sound almost strangled off by the leather around his throat. The Qunari began moving both fingers back and forth, until there was warm saliva trickling from the corners of Lavellan's mouth. Bull pulled back his hand and grinned a little at the sight of the gasping elf that was slowly growing lightheaded, his cheeks flushed as if embarrassed.

But The Iron Bull knew better by now. Sometimes he wondered if Samil knew any shame at all. Trying to make that elf blush was a difficult task.

That didn't mean he wouldn't try.

Bull crouched down, still holding the end of the belt and slid his other hand up Lavellan's linen shirt. Unerringly his slick fingers found the hidden entrance and he gave it a taunting rub.

„I'll let you breath again once you impale yourself... or faint. Choice is yours", he offered charmingly and caressed the twitching anus which earned him another glare, followed by a breathless gasp.