It had been days. Days of living with Dorian. Sleeping in the same room, working under his watch, eating in his company... Maker, Cullen wasn't even allowed to take a piss without him there. At least he'd managed to make the smirking mage turn his back to him when he did. He seemed so pleased with himself sometimes that Cullen was beginning to wonder if all this living-together-constantly-crap was really nessecary or if Dorian was even thinking about a solution at all.
Cullen shook his head at himself. He knew Dorian was doing what he could. Every day as soon as Cullen had finished his workload, the Tevinter dragged him along to the library where he poured over books trying to find an answer to their problem. They'd reached out to some of the most prestigious libraries in Thedas to ship more arcane books to Skyhold, and sent for several scholars and mages they believed could be of help. All very discreetly of course. It wouldn't do for the public to find out that there was yet another problem among the high ranks of the Inquisition.
Leliana had arranged most of it after they had filled her and the rest of their companions in on the situation. While they had taken it very seriously at first, Cullen was now the target of their incessant teasing over the fact that he and Dorian were a pair nowadays.
By the fifth day, Cullen was ready to murder someone. Bull and Sera were relentless in their constant remarks and snickering and it didn't help that he was frustrated beyond belief over the fact that he couldn't get a moment alone with Trev. He just wanted to be alone with her, to tell her how much he loved her, to kiss her, to take her to bed with him. He missed sleeping next to her every night most of all. Instead of waking up to find her warm, naked body nestled with his in the mornings, he was now sleeping on the floor of his bedroom, Dorian having claimed the bed. Of course, the first night, the mage had suggested that Cullen was welcome to snuggle up next to him and pretend that he was Trevelyan. Apparently, he "oh-so-wouldn't-mind". Not surprisingly, Cullen had answered with a snort and dragged a blanket and a pillow down to the floor and settled in.
And here he was yet again, another cold, hard night with a Tevinter snoring in his bed. He had almost drifted off when he heard the ladder from his office up to his bedroom creak. He propped himself up on one arm, eyes flitting over to Dorian, but he didn't stir. His eyes returned to the edge of the loft but it was dark and he could barely see. A shadowy form came towards him.
"Who..." he started but fell silent when a sliver of moonlight from the hole in his roof illuminated the figure. His heart skipped a beat when he saw the most beautiful face in Thedas standing over him, her face bathed in silver as she put her index finger against her lip – her delicious, rosy lip – in a silencing motion. The corners of her lips pulled up into a small smile, the smile that turned Cullen's inside to jelly, and she walked over to him as quietly as a mouse. She kneeled and walked slowly over him on all four until her face was level with his. Cullen's breathing became uneven, her closeness almost more than he could bear. She carefully lowered her face down to his, her finger still on her lips, until that finger pressed against his own lips. He could feel her breath on his mouth and he quickly reached out to pull her finger aside so that he could kiss properly. Just as he was about to touch it, she pulled her face away a little bit and grabbed his hand and slowly, so slowly took his finger into her mouth.
Cullen drew in a sharp breath when he felt her tongue on his skin. She licked and sucked his finger while her other hand moved down his body. She pressed herself against him and he could feel every inch of her since he was only wearing a tunic and his breeches.
Assured by Dorian's continued snoring, he reached his free hand down to her ass and pushed her down against his groin. It was his turn to smile as he heard her breathing hitch when his erection grinded against her crotch. She was trying so hard to be quiet, he could tell by the way she bit her lip, having forgotten about sucking his finger now that he was placing small thrusts against her still clothed cunt.
Suddenly, she sat up, straddling him. The moonlight hit her again and Cullen couldn't stop himself from gasping as he saw her. She was only wearing a satin robe which now fell open and she was completely naked underneath. He felt all his blood rush to his cock and it strained against his breeches, begging to be let out and thrust into her. The silver and the shadows danced over her skin and Cullen traced his fingers down from her perfect, round breasts and over her stomach, her bellybutton and down to the wetness between her legs. She inhaled sharply and bent down over him again, her lips touching his ear now.
"We're going to have to be very fucking quiet, but I couldn't stand another night without you," she whispered, practically inaudibly. Her tongue darted out and licked his ear and he hissed between his teeth and bit down on his lower lip to keep himself from moaning out loud.
How the fuck am I going to keep quiet when her tongue on my fucking EAR is doing this to me...
But Cullen nodded. No way in damnation was he letting her slip away now.
She fumbled with the lining to his breeches, not even bothering to remove his shirt. She pulled his cock free of the fabric and he swallowed hard as her hand grasped his flesh. When she started moving it up and down, he bit down into her shoulder to keep quiet, saliva running from his mouth from his strained breathing. She almost moaned as his teeth sank into her and Cullen both cursed and congratulated himself. It was a stupid thing to do since she loved it when he bit her but his male pride soared over the effect he was having on her.
Maker, she felt so good, her perfect hand working on his cock. He thought he had a hard time to keep himself from groaning until she guided him to her opening and sank down onto him, her wet, tight walls clamping down around his hard cock. He wanted to scream in pleasure, he wanted to flip her over and fuck the shit out of her, he wanted to hear her moan and whimper and scream his name.
She worked herself on his cock, fucking herself with it, lifting herself up before sinking down again, ever so slowly. She bit her lip so hard that a drop of blood soon glistened on it and her eyes were closed and her face a marvel of pleasure. It was the most beautiful thing Cullen had ever seen. He wanted to lick that blood of her lip.
He pulled her down and flipped her over, trying his best to do it quietly. He claimed her mouth with his and licked her lips, savouring the taste of her mixed with the blood. His tongue glided in between her lips and found hers and they kissed hard. He wanted her so fucking bad and didn't waste anymore time before pushing his cock into her. She was the one who couldn't keep from gasping out loud this time. They both froze but relaxed again as Dorian's snoring continued. She smiled sheepishly at him and he smiled back before he lost himself in her again. He was fucking her slowly but her hand on his ass urged him on. Her eyes said what her voice could not. Harder, faster.
She was so incredibly hot, the sight of her would end this soon.
He lowered his hand to her clit and rubbed her, wanting desperately for her to come for him. He wanted to feel her spasm around his cock while he was still fucking her. She bit her lip again and her breathing was laboured as her eyes pleaded with him. More, more, more!
He thrust into her faster, pushing her hard into the floor while he impaled his cock in her delicious, wet cunt. She shuddered and bit down on her fist as she came around him and he followed, almost relieved that she had orgasmed so quickly. He wouldn't have lasted a minute longer inside his godess.
Not more than a few seconds after Cullen had come inside her did Dorian moan and stir. Trev looked at Cullen, panicked, mouthing oh shit! while she pulled her robe shut and scrambled under the bed to hide. Cullen quickly covered himself with the blanket.
Dorian sat up in bed, suddenly wide awake.
"Commander! Are you alright?" he asked, his eyes searching frantically for Cullen.
He waved his head from the the floor in front of the bed. "Down here, Dorian, everything is okay. Why are you awake?"
"I felt a great strain in you, like a crash of emotion, it's hard to explain. I thought the voices were back or something. Are they?"
"No, no I'm fine, Maker. Go back to sleep."
"You..." Dorian started, but stopped and cocked his head to the side. After a few seconds, he crossed his arms and smiled. "Well, well, somebody's been naughty tonight, huh? It's alright Inquisitor, you can come out now, I know you're here somewhere."
How the fuck did he know tha...
Trev crept out from under the bed, smiling first at Cullen and then at Dorian, her expression a little embarrassed but mostly amused. "Guess you caught us, dear," she said to the mage, who only chuckled.
"Hard to be sneaky when your loving Commander's mental screams tears through the fade and wakes me up. You must have given him quite a pounding, darling. I thought he was dying, again."
Cullen groaned loudly and sank back down to the floor from where he'd sat up and pulled the cover over his head. Trev bent down over Dorian and kissed his cheek. "I'm sorry my friend, it won't happen again," she said, still smiling as she walked towards the ladder.
"You're right about that, Inquisitor! If I'm going to sleep with him without any of the fun benefits, no one else is going to have any either! Certainly not if I can't even get a good night's sleep without being woken up by what the Commander uses instead of his brain."
Trev laughed as she descended the ladder and Cullen groaned again, thinking what he had thought a hundred times before in the last few days: Maker, please help me.