Frustration.

That was the only word for it. Frustration.

Frustration at not getting a moment alone to deal, frustration that he even had those wants, frustration that everyone kept interrupting...well HIS time. Gah!

Using his long legs to bring him to the doors of his quarters quicker, the tall qunari made his way to the privacy he needed, firmly shutting the door behind him before Josephine, Leliana or, Maker forbid, Cullen called him back.

Loki sighed, running a large hand over his scarred face as he let his back thump back against the door, his decorated horns making a low thumping noise in chime with it. The former mercenary turned leader of a huge organization by chance was tired and needed a bit of time for himself, but there was just to many things to do, to many decisions to take, to many lives to save...or ruin.

He wanted to be back to just being...Loki. Mage of the Valo-Kas mercenary band.

He didn't want to be Herald of Andraste, the Bride of the Maker. He didn't want to be the Inquisitor, leader of the Inquisition.

The only good thing about it was that his three advisers helped take a lot of pressure of his shoulders even when they had to many papers and reports he needed to go over with them.

He rubbed his face some more before pushing away from the door and moving through the hall towards the stairs, snorting as he noticed a slight smear of green on his hand. Loki wore sheer 'lipstick' as Sera teased him about, or had until Loki had smirked at her and asked if she really thought it was lipstick, if she was up to being kissed on the cheek to figure out what it REALLY was.

The elf had naturally nervously laughed it of then.

It had only made Loki smirk even more before getting a tankard of Fereldan ale and wandering out to talk to Harritt about a armor schematic he had found, whistling a merry tune he had learned in Starkhaven a year ago.

It was Iron Bull who had pegged it for what it really was, staring at him with that intense grey eye of his, thoughtful before breaking into a shit eating grin. "Poison! You got a poison coat in that stuff that you're immune to. For emergency! Niiiice Boss!" It had made Loki flush, a pleased flush though. That HE had recognized it for what it was.

The Iron Bull.

The name alone sent warmth through him, though Loki had tried to avoid the other qunari as best he could.

It wasn't that he was scared of the man, Ben-Hassrath or not. It was the way Bull made him FEEL when that intense eye looked at him, crinkled in the corners with laughter. Little butterflies or raging brontos in his stomach depending on the length of the gaze.

There wasn't exactly many who would take a qunari to bed, the few times Loki had indulged it had been with either fellow vashoth's or a brave human here and there. Not many of the latter though.

Loki imagined it was the exotic tint of it which had drawn them to the qunari.

The way his horns curled like ram horns but covered in gold and silver with designs, his practically white hair pulled back and braided into a tail that tickled at Loki's shoulder blades and practically poisonous green eyes that matched the green sheen on his lips drawing them in despite the scarring covering his face.

And underneath, perhaps the idea of having a 'savage' qunari mage in their bed.

Loki sighed that and shook his head clear.

How savage he actually was, well that was up for debate. Considering he preferred spending time at libraries and book shops and had a penance for silk undershirts from Orlais and long baths with good soap, he felt he was more civilized then a lot of the people who actually hired his mercenary band.

'Let it go Loki. Let it go. Lets just...lets dig out that box of chocolate you hid under the bed and the book Cassandra gave you and settle in. Perhaps I can have enough peace for some me time.' He thought hopefully before slipping up the stairs to his room.

"So, Listen. I've caught the hints. I get what you've been saying."

Loki almost jumped out of his skin, staring at the bed where Iron Bull was sitting, watching the Inquisitor with a calm expression with his hands on his knees.

"You want to ride the Bull."

Feeling blood rush to his olive toned skin, Loki stared speechlessly at Bull as the man got up, Adaar taking a half step back while swallowing heavily, feeling a mite intimidated by the other while staring at him.

"Can't say I blame you." The Bull continued, moving towards Loki carefully, as if he might be a skittish animal. "But I'm not sure you know what you're asking for. Not sure if you're ready."

That stung a bit Loki had to admit. So he answered with more bravado then he was actually feeling. Or well, a lot more bravado then he was feeling, keeping his voice even somehow. "Oh, I'm ready for it."

Bull must have caught something from his tone by the way the other qunari was smiling. "See you say that, but...you really don't know what that means."

"So why don't you show me." Loki challenged, staring at the other with his green eyes.

Bull moved instantly, backing the smaller and younger qunari against the wall while gathering his wrists and pinning them above Loki's head, pressing his full warm body against the others.

Loki couldn't have stopped the gasp that escaped him if he had wanted to. It had never occurred to him exactly how big Iron Bull actually was even compared to Loki and now his eyes were widening in shock as he could feel everything through the layers of clothes he and Bull wore. He could feel how the other was both taller and broader then him, the heat of the Bull, the flexing of muscles, smell the muskiness that he only caught if Bull ran ahead and the wind was right and the feel of...

He felt a shiver go down his spine. Bull was enormous, even now, flaccid.

"Last chance." Bull rumbled into his ear, eye on him, feeling the tremble that ran through Adaars body.

"...W-Wont you please...stay?" Loki managed to whisper out, fear and excitement twisting in his stomach, images playing in his mind of exactly what Bull could do to him, what made the other qunari think that Loki wasn't 'ready' as the other had put it.

The surprised and mild smile crossing Bull's face made Loki relax a bit before giving a slight yelp as the other qunari lifted him, carrying him to the bed and dropping him onto it, Loki sprawling out in surprise before rising up on his elbows to stare at Bull only for the other to place a mangled hand on his chest and push him right back down as he put one knee beside Adaar's hip, regarding him, evaluating just what to do, his hand feeling the mages heartbeat underneath.

It seemed to please the other, feeling how everything was making Loki react, the others pulse and heartbeat.

"Steady Boss." He murmured, finally finding what he was looking for before he leaned down and in, his free hand coming up and wiping the remains of green of full lips, thumbing thoughtfully at a scar close to Loki's lips before he finally kissed Loki.

It was not a gentle kiss. It was demanding, coaxing and domineering, urging Loki to give in to Bull and let Bull show the other what he could do.

He had a moment of hesitation, a moments thought of fighting Bull for dominance, a moment of wanting to be in control. And then it sputtered out like a fire deprived of air, Loki's arms coming up around Bull's muscled thick neck as he gave in.

He was rewarded with a pleased growl that made his lips tingle not unlike the poison he spread on his lips before Bull fully joined him on the bed, the warrior pinning the mage down with his warm body as he devoured Loki's mouth, hands finding the clasps of the blue coat Vivienne and Josephine had managed to replace the beige outfit with. Apparently Vivienne had pulled in some personal favors from Orlais to get Loki a full wardrobe and look presentable as she said.

Which would explain the care Bull was taking in removing the clothes so not to rip it.

Makers breath, he was not going to be the one at fault if that coat tore and Vivienne found out!

But once that coat was gone and the other pulled back to look at him, Loki felt so very bare in front of Bull despite the other wandering around bare chested most of the time, Loki did not and to be shirtless in front of someone like Bull made him feel...bashful.

Fingers cupped his chin and turned his back, green eyes meeting one intense grey one.

"Pretty." Bull murmured. "Pretty mage."

Crimson color curled up Loki's chest, neck, ears and face. "I-"

"No. You're pretty. But if you prefer a different word...handsome then. A handsome little mage with soft hands." Bull chuckled before stifling any words Loki might have with his lips, this kiss no less domineering but gentler then the first one as he continued undressing, a strong arm sliding under the small of Loki's back to tug him up, grey skin heating olive tanned as he pulled the smaller qunari up to divest him fully of the coat and throw it to the side in a crumpled mess.

A free hand ran along Loki's side, rough finger pads teasing sensitive sides as they explored down to a hip before Bull once again pulled back, further this time so tanned arms had to fall away from his neck, the qun agents focus this time on boots, unlacing and getting rid of them in a even fashion as he expected Loki to just lay there, watching.

"Bull..."

"Shush. Let me give you what you need." Bull rumbled at him, his eyes flashing to meet the Inquisitors eyes before focusing back on the boots, getting them undone and dropped to the side before his hands went up to the the line of Loki's pants, a thick finger teasing the skin right under, the warrior smirking lightly as he stopped at the trail of white curls that lined downwards.

"I did wonder if you matched." He teased lightly. Then he looked seriously at Loki, his hand resting on the lacing of the beige pants.

'Permission. He's looking for permission.' Loki's hazy mind supplied and he swallowed before nodding, flushed cheeks somehow turning redder at the lazy smirk that was shot at him.

Bull undid the laces quickly, pulling down the breeches and underwear quickly, leaving Loki as bare as the day he was born in front of the other qunari. Exposed to the others viewing pleasure.

Once again Loki looked away, not wanting to see the others judgment of how he looked. He knew he was fit but he was nothing like Bull, Blackwall or even Cassandra. He was a mage, his focused was in learning spells, not swinging a sw-

There was a possessive growl and then Loki gasped as Bull buried his face in his neck, sniffing and nipping at the tendons of Loki's throat, sharp teeth causing pain before followed by a tongue that soothed.

A strong hand gripped Loki's muscled thigh and urged it up and over Bull's thigh, exposing the other in ways he didn't want to think about. Couldn't think about it with Bull so intently mushing up his mind with tongue and teeth and little suctions along his neck and collarbone.

His mind forced him to think though, that Bull was still wearing his pants.

"B-Bull." He panted out, giving a startled mewl as thick fingers pinched and rolled a nipple between them. "Pants?" He got out, the word choked in a moan.

"Don't worry about it Boss." Bull chuckled huskily into a pointed ear. "Let me take care of everything." The hand abandoned the stiffened nub, leaving Loki bereft of the touch and provoking a mewl from the tanned throat as Bull took his wrists and pulled them upwards.

The feel of silk against his wrist gave him pause though and Loki pushed his horns down into the bed as he looked upwards towards his wrists where Bull had slipped a scarves around them, tying them to the headboard.

"Bull I-"

"Shh, trust me Loki." Bull rumbled before nibbling on the very tip of a flushed ear.

Loki tested the silken blue restraint, recognizing it as a scarf. He could tear it if he wanted to, he'd have no problem with that even if he wasn't a warrior like Bull. Both he and Bull knew that. He glanced to his side to see Bull watching him.

Oh.

Bull had picked the scarf on purpose. Should Loki really need to get away.

He looked back at the scarf.

'Trust me Loki.'

The mage swallowed before relaxing, trusting Bull even though he was peeking away bashfully, unsure of the heat that was spreading through him. No one had ever tied him up. Not like this, not for THIS.

It wasn't like it was a practice Loki had never heard of. Maker knew how many brothels the mercenary group had bribed to stay at when they couldn't take in to a inn. But Loki had never indulged in it, never trusted anyone enough to indulge in it.

He chanced a glance at Bull again only to see the man smiling broadly at him, at the way Adaar had surrendered to Bull.

"Good boy." He murmured before moving back to a untouched nipple, teasing it into a peak like he had done the other.

Heat spread through Loki and he moaned. But if it was the words, the actions or the silk keeping his hands out of play that was the cause, well that was up for debate.

Bull would have chuckled if he wasn't so busy exploring Adaar's body, teasing life and reactions out of different spots of stimulation, nose twitching as the scent of sweat and musk rose from the squirming Vashoth.

Right now was not the time for words. Now as the time for action, for finding those spots that even Loki might not know existed.

To give him what he needed.