Chapter 10: The First Time

Summary: Cullen and Dorian...

Notes: This is the second chapter of the three-part threesome. Enjoy!

UPDATE: Modified for M rating (for Explicit visit AO3).

Cullen lay shakily down onto his stomach. He needed a breather. The feeling of Dorian's tongue and fingers had been so intense. Subsequently, he felt a little trepidation about what was to come. The man was well endowed and even though Cullen had used his gift last night, it really couldn't compete. Thankfully, the Tevinter was care itself.

'Let's have a little break,' Dorian suggested, seemingly reading his mind.

'Fine by me,' Nerys purred, leaning forward and planting a lingering kiss against Cullen's scalp before rising to get more wine.

Cullen felt Dorian straddle his back and move his hands over his neck and shoulders, warm fingers massaging expertly. He couldn't stop a small moan escaping as the mage pressed into his muscles.

'Sorry, did I hurt you?' Dorian asked, a little thread of worry in his voice.

'No, not at all. I'm really stiff… er… there,' Cullen laughed.

Nerys giggled - her voice suddenly so sweet to his ears. He was glad she was there. The mage was making him feel a little unhinged, at once aggressive and submissive, giddy. Her presence grounded him.

Cullen closed his eyes and breathed in the musky, subtle smell of the oil. The candlelight, the wine, his beautiful lover in a silk magnificence and a dashing mage sitting astride his buttocks massaging his tense muscles… This was actual bliss. Dorian's hands were magic itself: slender, knowing fingers and flexible staff-wielding wrists. Cullen could feel himself melting as the man's palms kneaded and stroked so skilfully. Short minutes passed until he was left feeling boneless and warm.

All too soon Dorian's weight was gone followed by a playful slap on his rump. Cullen turned on his side and watched the man join Nerys at the desk and pour himself some juice.

'Would you like something to drink?' Dorian called back.

'No,' replied Cullen hoarsely. 'But I'd like both you and Nerys to lose some clothing considering I'm the only one completely naked here.'

The Tevinter happily obliged, tugging off his elegant dark trousers and laying them over the chair, now pushed back to the side of the room. He was wearing sweet, dark underpants that hugged his buttocks and, Cullen swallowed as he turned around, his ample package. Dorian saw the man watching him and jutted his hip playfully. Cullen gave a breathy laugh and met the mage's grey eyes. They twinkled even from this distance and the warrior felt a little giddy again. Tearing his gaze away to look at his lover, he witnessed her fiddling with her dress uncertainly.

'Are you alright, my love?' he asked, straightening up, concerned.

She blushed. 'I imagine Dorian doesn't want to see me all in the nude, darling, perhaps-'

The mage immediately stopped posing and strode towards her. He cupped Nerys' face and drew her into a tender embrace. Cullen's stomach flipped. It was an odd sensation to see a man kiss his lover and not immediately need to punch him in the face.

Hooking a finger under one of her silky swathes, he drew it down her shoulder, kissing the skin underneath. He repeated the action on the other side letting the covering fall to her waist revealing her naked torso. Cullen felt himself getting aroused again as he drank in her beautiful form. It struck him then that she was a female version of the Tevinter, all tanned and dark-haired. And as he nuzzled her neck, her thick hair falling across a breast, it all looked like something out of a painting. An achingly erotic painting.

Dorian unravelled a tie at Nerys' waist causing the remainder of the dress to cascade to the floor. The action revealed her slender thighs and the small triangle of dark hair with the promise of the divine within. Pavus stepped back to admire her. Cullen was under no illusions the man wouldn't see her as he did, but even with an objective eye, hers was a stunning figure. A born rogue, she was petite with a youthful arse and subtle muscle tone all over. Her round, smooth breasts fit comfortably in each of Cullen's large palms and she had to encase them securely to allow herself to run and jump as much as she did. He wondered briefly if she'd shared tips with Krem and then ached at the idea of the two of them together. Maker, am I actually insatiable?

The mage whistled approvingly and Nerys blushed under his gaze, before doing a little twirl, dark hair swaying around her. He chuckled and kissed her hand. 'You look like an Orlesian statue along the Pont d'Or. Breath-taking.' She giggled girlishly as he continued to admire her, tracing a hand along her arm, over a hip, up her back. He peered over her shoulder to look at Cullen, nibbling her neck, before nudging her gently towards her lover.

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Dorian watched the beauty walk to her man before reaching for his juice to quench his thirst. He was excited, but conscious of the need to rein it in just in case the Commander got cold feet. He'd felt him melt and tense in equal measure, witnessed his arousal and confidence, followed by nervous uncertainty. If it ended now that would be fine, he realised, surprised. He'd touched the man intimately, kissed him at his leisure, seen him in his full glory… it was already a rather wonderful experience.

He turned around and saw the naked nymphs standing, holding each other, watching him. They parted slightly, beckoning him like desire demons Dorian was helpless to resist. They enveloped him in their embrace, all warm flesh and beating hearts.

Cullen pressed his swollen lips to Dorian's while Nerys licked at his neck. Then Dorian bit Cullen's shoulder while the man nibbled Nerys' ear. Hands, fingers, lips moving in a languid dance of flesh, saliva and increasing heat. It was close, intimate, dizzying.

The mage felt himself being pushed onto a soft pile on the floor. Nerys lay down beside him nestling his neck, ruffling his hair. Cullen shifted between his legs in an echo of his earlier behaviour with Nerys, making Dorian tremble. The man's firm, warrior hands, now achingly familiar, peeled his underpants down slowly. He nodded at Nerys who threw him a small vial of oil before returning to caress Dorian's chest.

Cullen oiled up his fingers and reached for Dorian. With his other hand he slipped a finger between the man's cheeks. Dorian groaned and arched his back. Nerys sucked at his ear lobe and the mage could feel sparks from head to toe. 'Festis bei umo canavarum,' he uttered.

Dorian felt the pressure increasing in his groin and dug his fingers into the furs beneath him as he resisted springing up and just taking the Commander right there. But then Cullen released his hands gripped Dorian's thighs. Even through his haze, the mage could see the dark want in his eyes. 'Dorian…' he called hoarse, urgent.

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The words I'm ready, take me now had been rumbling in his throat for long minutes, watching the mage writhe under his touch. But all he could manage was his name. Thankfully both lovers understood.

Nerys relinquished her grip on them both and moved back while Dorian sat up; gentle, but firm hands drawing him into a deep, restoring kiss, wet and slow. The mage pushed his hard body against him and ran his hands over Cullen's back, clasping his buttocks and pressing him. A guttural moan escaped Cullen's throat. Maker, the man is going to completely undo me.

Finally, Dorian pulled back and fixed him with kind eyes. 'How do you want to do this?'

Cullen knew he wanted to face Dorian, partly so the man could see if he was in pain, and partly because he wanted to see him. See them join, watch his beautiful face contort with pleasure. 'I… want you to… maybe facing me?'

Dorian waved his fingers and several of the twinkling lights dimmed. That small gesture oddly made Cullen feel a little calmer as he lay on his back. The mage slid gently on top of him, planting kisses along his neck and jaw. Cullen enjoyed the weight of the man and reached to stroke along his back, feeling the contours of those elegant muscles.

Dorian seemed to have a vial of oil in his hand almost out of thin air. He sat back between Cullen's legs and the warrior immediately missed his closeness and sought out Nerys. She was leaning against pillows with a glass of wine. Even in the dim light, he could tell her breathing was shallow with excitement. She smiled seductively and leaned in to steal a kiss. It had been her suggestion that she would just watch. After all, this would require some care and attention and Cullen couldn't concentrate on both of them at once.

He didn't feel shy about her watching, which in itself was a revelation. It was testament to how comfortable he was around her and the thought warmed him. He'd have been mortified if any of his previous lovers had requested this. He also realised Dorian placed a lot of trust in them for him to 'publicly' perform like this and it squeezed his heart a little.

Warm liquid ran between his cheeks and then Dorian's hand followed, massaging him, from time to time kissing Cullen's knee, running a hand over a hip or kneading his perpetually tight thigh muscles. That soothed the warrior immeasurably. He felt a vague stinging, but it wasn't painful. He squirmed against the fingers, drawing a little husky laugh from the mage.

Dorian reached for another dose of oil. The warrior brought his knees up to his chest eagerly and felt the anticipation burning his cheeks. He was no longer nervous; he just wanted Dorian right now.

The mage smiled, his moustache lifting on one side. Leaning forward, he nudged Cullen's legs open a little more, nestling between them. He hooked his arm under one of the man's knees and planted his hand on the ground beside his ribs, pinning his leg up in place. The other the warrior clasped himself.

Dorian looked deep into his eyes, 'It's not too late if-'

'Maker, Dorian, don't be a tease,' the man growled impatiently.

The mage's small, rich laugh rumbled against Cullen's chest, making him throb. Dorian bit his lip and pushed forward with a sharp intake of breath and massaged his conquest's buttock and thigh, allowing his body time to get used to him.

Dorian's dick was a more rounded, fuller presence, stretching him evenly on all sides, it felt… deliciously uncomfortable… and so intimate. He wanted to move, but the man held him in place, controlling his entry expertly. Cullen stared at him and the mage held his gaze. Neck taut with control, breath steady, but fluttering occasionally as he continued to push slowly, so slowly. His eyes were nearly black with desire, a sliver of grey remaining.

'Are you alright?' Dorian asked, voice wavering.

'Yes…' Cullen whispered.

Eyes closed, Dorian entered him fully with a guttural groan. Hooking his other arm under the other leg, he allowed Cullen to relax back. The warrior gasped at the sensation of fullness, heart hammering. A heat grew in his belly and he felt himself getting hard again.

The mage stayed there for a moment, breathing and nipping the man's jawline gently. 'Cullen…' he said tightly.

Hearing his name on Dorian's lips while he was nestled inside him like this was so intimate. He wondered if Nerys felt the same way when he was inside her… But then all thoughts flew from his mind as the rocking began.

'Ah…' he breathed, reaching to grasp Dorian's wrists, arms, waist, it didn't matter. 'Andrasss…' he managed before his breath caught in this throat. The man was undulating his hips in such a languid, delicious motion that the heat in Cullen's belly was rapidly becoming a fire while a tight coil of desire wound in his groin, the pressure from all sides intense, overwhelming.

Now moving with ease, Dorian changed his position slightly, relinquishing Cullen's legs. He reached a hand to caress Cullen's neck, his hair, the other sliding under his shoulder to hold him close. In turn, the warrior grabbed both his buttocks to feel him rocking into him. He'd imagined it would be rougher and, well, little more than a pounding… but the mage was pressed against him and rolling into his body. It was gorgeous, sultry, caring. It was perfect. This was what he wanted, to be filled and stretched and… deliciously fucked. The idea had thrilled him; the reality was breath-taking.

Feeling bolder, he met Dorian's thrusts with small movements of his hips, experimentally at first, but when they drew primal grunts from the man he continued with greater fervour. He held Dorian's thighs and peered over the man's shoulder to see his buttocks rising and falling. He then attempted to look between them at where they joined, but they were just too damn close. The mage gave a breathy chuckle when he saw Cullen craning his neck and obliged by straightening his arms, lifting up a little.

Cullen grinned and tilted his head to look between them. He knew he probably looked like an adolescent, mouth open, but he didn't care. Dorian played up to it by making his thrusts longer. It made the warrior's eyes water and suddenly it was too much. He squeezed his eyes shut. The pressure was intense and he wanted to buck hard against his lover. Dorian seemed to instinctively move with him, driving deeper and more insistently, his breath becoming ragged.

'Ffff…uck!' Cullen exclaimed as an earth-shattering burst came from where Dorian plunged into him and travelled up his spine. He gasped and released wordless cries as his orgasm shattered him.

Dorian's hips jerked upwards a few moments longer until he came hard, moaning loudly against Cullen's neck.

They remained pressed together, breathing heavily in the semi-darkness. Cullen ran his hands up Dorian's back, damp with his exertions. He could hear the mage's breath still fluttering in his ear.

'That was…' Cullen began.

'Indeed,' Dorian replied hoarsely.

Slowly the mage pulled out and sat back on his knees. Cullen rolled over onto his side to check on Nerys. The rogue had the strangest look on her face: fascination and wonder commingled with arousal and excitement.

'Are you alright?' Cullen asked, reaching out his hand. Nerys took it wordlessly and he pulled her to him.

'I'm… that was… amazing...' she stuttered before bursting out laughing. 'Fuck me, that was the single hottest thing I've seen in my life!'

She curled herself into him, lying on the floor and ran her fingers through his dishevelled curls. 'Are you alright?'

Cullen was more than alright, he was fulfilled, complete. He nodded, smiling. Dorian had come to lie behind his back, spooning him. They stayed like that for a while, murmuring sweet nothings, stroking, kissing until each of them closed their eyes and fell asleep.