Dorian bustled around Garrett's chambers in a splendid tither. The big Ferelden was finally being released from the infirmary, and the Tevinter mage was going to see to it that his romantic interest's room was utter perfection upon his arrival. Even the dreadfully dreary weather outside was not going to ruin this. He'd had fresh linens brought in for the bed, lit the fireplace, scattered bundles of mint and eucalyptus around the room, and last but not least ordered a bath to be brought in. He'd poured the last of his own bath salts, purchased from a rather expensive shop in Minrathous, into the water and heated it to a pleasant steam as a final touch before settling himself into a chair by the fire.
Varric had offered to escort the second eldest Hawke from his sickbed, and the two should have been arriving any time. Dorian did not know why he was so excited for this little homecoming, but he was. He opened the bottle of wine sitting on the table before him and poured a glass to give himself something to do other than re-fluff the pillows a fifth time. As he sipped the sweet liquid the tanned mage smiled. He was getting rather used to doting on the big mage. He had always been a giving lover, but that had besen in a much more physical sense.
This was different, special, as was Garrett Hawke.
"Alright Hawke, there you go…you're wet but you're back in your own space." It took a great deal of discipline for Dorian to not leap from his seat upon hearing the dwarf's voice beyond the door.
"Thank you Varric, I really appreciate it. I'll admit that I didn't think that such a short walk would take so much out of me."
"Well then I won't tax you any further. You get inside, get dried off, and go to bed. I'm sure you'll sleep better in there than that sterile little room."
"I believe you might be right, take care Varric. Thank you again." The mustached mage listened as the Storyteller's footsteps faded away. The door to the room opened, and a very wet and rather tired looking Garrett entered. Instantly the big mage's gaze swung around the room before settling soundly on Dorian's still seated smiling form. He stepped inside, shutting the door behind him, and then leaned back against the structure as a wide grin split his face.
"You did all this," the hulking Ferelden said in a low rumble to which Dorian nodded.
"Of course I did! You just came back from the dead basically, you deserve a little luxury, and I am all too happy to supply. Come, let us get you out of those wet clothes Amatus before you catch a cold on top of everything else."
"Trying to get me naked again," Garrett asked as a smoky glint sprang into his eyes. That look made Dorian shiver a bit. Since his lover's return, they had shared many kisses and even more salacious banter during his visits to the mage's sickroom, and the heat was always rising between them as surely as if they were stirring a volcano to life.
"I am always trying to get you naked, for one reason or another," the charming Tevinter retorted as he closed the distance between them. "Right now I am merely being pragmatic." Dorian then motioned to the still steamy tub seated over by the fireplace before moving his hands to the lower hem of the tunic covering Garrett's torso. "Your bath awaits and you really will catch cold if you remain in your soggy clothes too long."
"I don't deserve you, you're so thoughtful Dorian," Garrett then chuckled as he captured the back of the shorter mage's head in one large hand. "Thank you," he said a moment before he pressed a long languid kiss upon Dorian's lips. A moment later he pulled back and limped his way over towards the tub.
It was a grand looking thing, made of fine brass and more than big enough for even his large frame. He cast the mage behind him a look over one broad shoulder then moved to strip off his soaking tunic.
By the Void, Dorian Pavus was never going to get used to seeing this man in any form of undress. A week ago he had, had to excuse himself from the room as Garrett's nurse had given his torso a sponge bath lest he frighten the poor woman with his rather unabashed appreciation of the other man's body. Slab after slab of thick muscle laid over the Ferelden's tall frame, dark hair crisply dusting over the center of Garrett's chest and moving down in a tantalizing line that vanished beneath the waist band of the man's pants.
Dorian was certain he licked his lips as though he were eyeing a tantalizing dessert, which in a sense he supposed he was. Then Garrett moved to take off his pants and Dorian somehow found the strength to turn his gaze elsewhere. He even managed to move himself back over to his recently vacated chair and take a casual sip of his wine. 'Masterful work Pavus', he congratulated himself silently.
He heard the wet thump of Garrett's pants slapping into a pile on the floor followed by the soft sloshing of water as the big mage settled into his bath. Then just as Dorian turned to offer to wash the big mage's hair the Ferelden let out a contented groan, "Dorian, this feels fantastic!"
That innocent little quip got the Tevinter's blood humming. He caught Garrett's gaze and blushed as the big man winked over at him. Okay, perhaps not so innocent. The hulking Ferelden then spun himself around in the tub, leaning back against the opposite edge in order to face Dorian as he soaked. "Seriously though, this is wonderful, thank you."
"No, no, truly the pleasure is all mine," the tanned mage retorted hotly as his gaze raked over every visible inch of the other man's upper body.
"I have to admit that I'm not really used to being pampered like this," Garrett said, a note of uncertainty entering his timbre. It suddenly occurred to Dorian then that he might actually be the first to dote upon the giant mage. The possibility was absolutely enthralling. He simply had to know for sure, it was liken unto finding a curious virgin. The tanned mage set aside his glass and strode towards the bath, a positively predatory smile stretching his lips. Garrett looked up at him with curious eyes as he approached then those orbs sparked as Dorian shed his outer cloak, exposing his bare arms.
He moved behind the big mage and produced a vial of soap. "Wet your hair and I shall wash it for you darling." Garrett complied instantly, dunking his head beneath the water then resurfacing to tilt his head back against the edge of the tub.
"You do not have to do this you know, I am more than capable," the Ferelden native then said sounding somewhat sheepish. His uncertainty made Dorian chuckle as he set his fingers about massaging the soap into Garrett's thick mop of ebony hair.
"I like pampering you amatus," the Tevinter mage murmured as he continued his ministrations. He increased the pressure of his fingers until Garrett's eyes fell shut and the big mage let out a positively intoxicating moan of pleasure. Dorian shuddered at the sound as it thrilled from the hulking man's barrel chest and straight down to his groin.
"You should join me."
"What?" Dorian's hands paused as Garrett tipped his head back further to grin widely.
"Take off your clothes and get in this tub Dorian."
"Very tempting darling but you should just relax and save our heated rendezvous for a night when you are no longer ailed by a sore body."
"Either you get naked and get in here with me of your own free will or I'm going to pull you in here and ruin those fancy Tevinter clothes of yours." At that threat Dorian feigned a frightened gasp.
"You would not dare!" Suddenly Garrett's hand fisted in the center of the other man's vest and gave a promising tug.
"Oh, but I would."
"Fine, fine," Dorian said haughtily as he stepped back to pull his own top off. "Barbaric Fereldens, threatening a man's good sense of fashion, just to get me undressed! You sir, are a brute, and I'll have you know that I'm only doing this for the good of my clothing. I do one nice thing for you and now look at me," he cried with a pout, "I am a hostage!" Garrett threw back his head and laughed, until the rest of the Tevinter mage's clothing fell to the floor. "A vulnerable hostage at the complete mercy of my captor."
Garrett sat up a bit straighter, his eyes drinking in the sight before him. Dorian was beautiful, a statue brought to life. Sculpted muscles bulged pleasantly over a perfectly proportioned frame, each angle of his body accentuated by his daring tattoos. Maker, Garrett hadn't even known the other mage had tattoos! Then there was the matter of Dorian's other assets. Garrett knew his mouth was probably hanging open, perhaps he was even drooling a bit, and he did not care one whit.
"You're staring amatus," Dorian breathed as he moved a hand up to lightly tug on his own already hardening manhood.
"Get in here," Garrett growled in response and the Tevinter mage laughed as he moved to do as he was bid. He'd barely gotten his legs into the water when abruptly the big mage dragged him down so that he sat straddling his waist. Water sloshed around them, and Dorian was about to make some smart quip about the carpet being in jeopardy, but then Garrett kissed the words from his mind.
Dorian gasped and moaned unabashedly as the other mage rolled their hips together in the water, his large hands roaming the Tevinter man's skin. Their kiss gained friction until it became an open mouthed, tongue delving affair. The fire was getting hotter, the flames higher. Garrett's hands found the other man's backside, molding the muscle there, gentle fingers teasing along the seam. Dorian's hips bucked on their own accord, causing their hardened members to grind along one another, and he to gasp helplessly as Garrett's careful exploration sent electricity flooding through his veins.
"Maker you're lovely," the big Ferelden murmured as his teeth slid lightly down the side of the tanned man's neck, drawing out another involuntary shudder. Garrett knew he should probably have been more cautious about this, and indeed his timing might not have been the best, but he had not wanted to wait any longer. Ever since he had met Dorian something had just felt right, and that feeling had not changed in the face of this more physical aspect of their relationship. It was so freeing to him, having a lover whom he did not have to walk upon eggshells with. Here with Dorian there was no guilt or concern to dilute the pleasure.
The big man closed his eyes and let his happy thoughts run freely through his head as he rained kisses across the Tevinter man's neck, shoulders, and chest. His tongue slowly circled one dark nipple, drawing it pertly up before kissing it sweetly at which Dorian let out a small elated shout. "I'm going to have you tonight," Garrett growled his hands squeezing the muscles of Dorian's thighs in promise.
"I want you," the mustached mage breathed roughly. "Though perhaps you should allow me to rinse your hair first?" Garrett had forgotten that there was soap in his hair. He shrugged, cast the man on his lap a cheeky grin then fell back beneath the water as he pushed Dorian's hips upwards. Water spilled over onto the floor as the Tevinter Altus' hands flailed to grip the tub's edge as the big Ferelden's mouth engulfed his length.
Dorian was torn between worrying that the man beneath him was drowning and reveling in the pleasure his ministrations forced upon his body. Then Garrett pulled back and resurfaced. His shaggy hair now hung down across his forehead, making his predatory smile all the more enthralling. He bent his head to press a fresh kiss upon Dorian's lips then wove one arm down around the tanned mage's waist.
Before the Tevinter man knew what was happening, Garrett lifted them both from the tub and made his way towards the bed. Dorian had had sex with many men, some lithe, some more sculpted, but they all paled in comparison to the towering rippling mountain of a man who held him now. Garrett set the shorter man down onto his feet and moved to retrieve a plush towel, then set about drying off his lover while continuing to teasingly touch and lick Dorian's still heat dampened skin.
After Dorian was properly dry the hulking Ferelden stepped back to roughly towel himself off. As he passed the towel over his head the properly aroused Tevinter mage took the opening he had been presented. Garrett let out a startled yelp as the tanned man's lips closed over the head of his own erection.
The towel fell to the floor forgotten, and Dorian started slightly as the Ferelden's thick fingers wove harshly into his hair, stopping him.
"Dorian…you…Maker you don't have to do that to me!"
Grey eyes stared up at him with question after question swirling through their depths, and Garrett instantly felt stupid. He had been on the receiving end of oral sex only once and while he had enjoyed it, Fenris had merely suffered through, and after seeing the basically disgusted look on the elf's handsome face he had never pursued a repeat performance. Slowly Dorian regained his feet, wordlessly taking Garrett's hand, and tugging the big mage over to the bed. They settled beneath the covers, saying nothing, and the hulking Ferelden worried that he had expertly doused the flame that had been building so sweetly between them.
Dorian reached out and began to stroke his right hand over Garrett's arm and torso, a soft smile resting upon his lips as his eyes wandered up to meet the other mage's own. "So…if you are willing to tell me, I would be interested in knowing why you stopped me?" Garrett swallowed hard, and averted his own gaze as he searched for the words that would explain. At his hesitation the Tevinter man snuggled closer, and gently nudged the bigger man into a tender kiss. "I am not asking for an answer so that I might judge it you know," Dorian whispered against Garrett's lips as his hand trailed down to begin pumping the other man's marginally diminished erection in his hand.
The Ferelden still hesitated, torn between the wonderful feeling of the tanned mage's touch and forcing himself to admit his awkward shame regarding this one thing.
"Do you not enjoy it," Dorian asked quietly.
"It…it isn't that," Garrett admitted with a loud sigh. "I have only been on the receiving end of that particular gesture once…it did not go well. I enjoyed it but my partner did not." The Tevinter man said nothing as he leaned forward to kiss along the other man's muscle packed collar bone.
"Tell me about the first time you had sex?" At that the big man let out another sigh, this one a soft defeated sound that rang in Dorian's ears. The tanned mage realized an extraordinary possibility in that moment. Garrett Hawke, as charming, open, and heated as the man was, had never had a truly full sexual experience. Dorian shifted, prodding his lover to roll over onto his back before moving to straddle his hips. "I have had many partners in my life," the Tevinter man began as he trailed his hands mindlessly over Garrett's body. "Each time it was a secret and rushed affair. Feelings did not factor into the interludes, each time it was a matter of convenience and timing. More often than not I have found myself face down in the sheets of some cold dust ridden guest room, or pressed into a wall…used, and then left alone. I told myself each time that it was both for the best and that I too had used my partner…but it felt so much more hollow than that. And now here you are, and it is not so simple. I desire you like this in every available facet, and I want you because I feel for you. Whatever sex has been for you in the past, or for me…we must allow it to rest, or we will never know each other like this to our full capacities."
Dorian leaned down over his lover and kissed him thoroughly then began kissing his way down the larger man's body. "I want to do this for you, and trust me amatus I am going to enjoy it. I have fantasized about taking you in my mouth many times. Please do not stop me unless you truly do not want this."