Spellbound

32. Amatus

Smut warning and second to last chapter ^^

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One by one, Dorian stifled the lights in the room. By the time only a faint glow remained in the corners of the room, Lavellan sighed into the pleasant twilight. Dorian's lips were on his neck to leave a trail of kisses in their wake that each ignited Lavellan with adoration. He yearned for Dorian, but he didn't yearn for his body. He wanted to hold him close and cherish him to invent each other anew under rules they didn't abide by before. Different melodies played in their hearts now. They weren't fast and exciting, but sensual in their slow beat.

Dorian's hands smoothed over Lavellan's sides to count his ribs under his fingers. When they reached the buckles of his vest, he undid them one by one while the elf tugged his scarf over his head without bothering to untie it.

"This goes beyond what you are used to, right? A first?"

Dorian peered up at him through his lashes as he undid the laces on Lavellan's shirt. With his skin on display to match the deep red fabric prettily, he offered more space for Dorian to kiss. Behind Dorian's back, Lavellan undid the buckles on his gloves to tug them off his fingers.

"A worthy exchange, I'd say," Dorian muttered as his nose brushed the arch of Lavellan's collarbone. They got rid of his vest and shirt and Dorian pressed him into the silken sheets before he descended. His hand seemed to melt right through Lavellan's clothes when it settled on his knee.

"Open your legs for me, Amatus," he pleaded as his free hand ran over the lines of Lavellan's chest and abdomen.

"Amatus?" Lavellan echoed as he allowed the mage to spread his thighs. In bliss, he cradled the pillows under his head as Dorian took care of him. He was sleepy after his rage exhausted him, but Dorian's lulling touches had a purpose that kept him awake.

"Do you like it more than meus? Not that the double meaning of meus would bother me, but I seek to rid myself of any relation of ownership. I figured you might want the same."

Lavellan sat up to remove his boots when Dorian struggled with them. They didn't part their eye contact as their faces hovered centimetres away from each other.

"What does it mean?" Lavellan breathed against Dorian's lips. Taken, he watched how the mage's long lashes fluttered when his eyes got stuck on Lavellan's mouth.

Dorian flicked out his tongue to tease Lavellan's lips. They parted on instinct, and he shuddered at the ticklish touch to his sensitive flesh.

"Beloved," Dorian whispered, and a boot clunked to the ground. The other one followed close behind.

Lavellan leaned their foreheads together.

"I like that," he agreed, giddy at the tender name.

Dorian kissed him until Lavellan forgot what they had been discussing. When the mage pushed him back playfully, Lavellan dropped with a sigh that mourned the distance of their lips. Chuckling, Dorian leaned to kiss at his hipbone while his fingers undid the laces of Lavellan's pants. Heat filled Lavellan's groin as he watched him. His lax hands lay next to him, so Dorian grabbed one to put it in his hair. Upon Lavellan's amused tug on his roots, the mage hummed appreciatively.

"I would have been heartbroken if you hadn't agreed with it," Dorian teased while his fingers hooked under Lavellan's pants to pull them down his long legs. Lavellan rolled his eyes as Dorian flung the item through the room.

"Of course, we can't have that. Gotta fulfil the princess' every wish."

Dorian buried his face in the elf's crotch and Lavellan's breath hitched when Dorian inhaled his scent. As he warmed Lavellan's base with his mouth, his fingers came to wrap around the rest of him.