It all started with Varric and Sera. Most bad plans did. Dorian had found himself sitting with two of them in the tavern and to be honest, they were all pretty drunk.
"Ya know what I wanna see?" Sera said with a glint in her eye. "The too-serious Inquisitor drunk off his ass!"
"Now that you mention it, Buttercup, I've never even seen him touch alcohol. Have you, Sparkler? You know, cause you two are slightly more… intimate," Varric added with a knowing wink.
Dorian just rolled his eyes and responded, "no, I've never seen him touch the stuff. It's likely too bitter for him. He only really likes sweet things; you see?"
"Then we'll just have to find our little sprite something sweet, wont we?"
"Dorian? Where are you taking me? I know I said I wanted to do something interesting but was the blindfold really necessary? I mea- Mythal's tits!" Alex yelled when his shin contacted a chair Dorian neglected to guide him around.
"'Mythal's tits'? That's new, Alenax," Dorian responded without acknowledging his love's pain or apologizing for the blindfold.
"Fucking shemlen," was the muttered response.
"Come now, Amatus, we're going to have fun!" Alenax was gently guided onto a stool and he felt Dorian's breath fan over his pointed ear from behind as he said, "Do you trust me, Alenax?"
Alenax tensed almost imperceptibly but responded, "of course" without hesitation.
"Then drink." Alenax accepted the mug pressed into his hand. He raised the mug to his lips and only paused when he heard quiet giggling.
"Who's laughing?" he asked, drink half to his lips.
"Sorry, that was me. Iron Bull was making the best face. Now drink, Amatus!" Dorian lied smoothly, gesturing violently for Sera and Varric to be quiet.
Finally, Alenax finished raising the cup and took a tentative sip. Then a second. Then a large gulp. "What is this? It's delicious!" he exclaimed, pulling off the blindfold and turning to find his love. Dorian only smiled and ordered them both another round.
Before long, Alenax was piss drunk. Due to his usual avoidance of alcohol, his tolerance was embarrassingly low and Dorian was still only just getting tipsy. To his surprise (and delight) it seemed that Alenax was an affectionate drunk. This analysis was formed using the fact that Alenax was curled up in Dorian's lap. Nuzzling his neck. In the middle of the tavern. In plain view of everyone. The scandal.
"Dooooooriannnnnn!" Alenax cooed, nibbling slightly on Dorian's ear. "Aaaar lath maaaa!"
"Now Alenax, you know I don't speak elvish," Dorian chided his love with a soft smile.
"Emma lath, ir abelas…"
"Still elvish, Amatus."
"Ma vhenan…" Alenax whined. "Fineeee…" Alenax adjusted so that he was staring into Dorian's eyes. "I want you. Now."
"Oh!" Dorian was actually shocked. Alenax was never this forward. Faster than Dorian thought he was capable, Alenax moved so that he was straddling him. In the back of his mind, Dorian could hear catcalls and whistles coming from Varric and Sera. He could felt his face warming and he quickly stood up, holding Alenax with all his strength, and moved as fast as he could towards Alenax's room. Public affection was nice and all, but he'd rather not be molested by a drunk Inquisitor in a crowded tavern. He had standards after all.