I was in a fluffy Dorian mood tonight. Written with a vague male LI because I know he’s shipped with a bunch of different guys
and I haven’t had the time to romance him yet ;___;
Dorian smiles at the hands that wrap around his waist, the warm tip of a nose that travels the length of his neck.
“Studying again?” The deep voice carries a laugh that makes Dorian’s fingers tighten around the book he holds.
“It’s a shame to see them sit here and collect dust. Thought I’d put them to better use.”
A kiss against his skin makes Dorian sigh. He knows there’ll be glances, raised eyebrows–he’s still the Tevinter–but that’s all. Not something to be fixed or changed or hidden. Dorian relaxes into the chest against his back, eyes fluttering shut as he revels in the arms that tighten around his waist. “Would you prefer I spend my time doing something else this evening?”
“I might.” Hands draw him in tight with another, lingering kiss against the crook of his neck that trails down towards his shoulder.
“No pressing duties to attend to? I really must mark the calendar for such a momentous occasion.”
He’s laughing when he turns Dorian in his arms. Dorian smiles in return, the book forgotten on the table beside them. Dorian traces the lines in his lover’s face, admiring the richness of his eyes, the heat of his skin, the way he pulls Dorian in closer. His amatus.
“And what of you, hmm?” He tilts Dorian chin and licks his lip. Dorian stares back, wondering which kiss he’s recalling to have his eyes darken in such a way. “Willing to set aside your books for a few hours?”
“Hours, is it?”
Another laugh and Dorian’s spine is melting under his lover’s touch, knees weak at the soft kiss so full of emotions he never thought he’d have. “I certainly hope so.”