Be my cannoli (Male Protagonist x Male Character)

Hot Hot Egg (Solas x Male!Lavellan) (smutty)

Solas sighed, paint smearing on his shirt for the umpteenth time. How does one get oil paint out of cotton? Deciding that it would be easier to get off his skin, he pulled his tunic off and tossed it on the nearby chair.

"Solas?" Lavellan watched Solas twitch ever so slightly, but he quickly regained composure, turning to face him.

"Oh, my friend. Forgive me, I didn't hear you come in. What can I do for you?"

Lavellan simply smiled politely at the older elf, ignoring the light blush on his own cheeks. "Hello, Solas. How are you today?"

"I am fine. Thank you." The egg inclined his head towards the dalish. "And you?"

'His eyes are so nice...' Clearing his throat, Lavellan nodded. "I am fine as well. I just wanted to speak more with you."

Solas quickly discovered that the other elf was incredibly kind. It was quite endearing. Never mind the fact that besides Varric, Lavellan was the only other person who would willingly interact with him. "Of course, lethallin. What would you like to talk about?"

"Well..." Lavellan noticeably fidgeted under his gaze. "I realized that we've never discussed elvhen culture together. I know why I haven't with Sera, for obvious reasons, but you seem to be very knowledgeable about it. I wanted to know your opinions on it." Nevermind that this was all just an excuse to talk to the handsome elf.

Solas squinted his eyes ever-so-slightly. "Are you sure you wouldn't rather share your opinions on elvhen culture. You are Dalish, are you not?"

Lavellan was taken aback by the somewhat accusing tone. His hesitance to continue the conversation reflected in his reply. "...I am." He could feel his ears droop slightly, surely making him look like a scolded child. "I just...thought you could share with me what you knew. You've mentioned some things that I've never heard before and though you are knowledgeable about the Dalish, especially about things that one doesn't just accidentally learn, you do not have vallasin. I just thought we could discuss it, but if you don't-"

"I...my apologies, lethallin. I'm so used to being treated with closed-mindedness by the Dalish, I assumed you would react the same. I should know better by now." Solas had the decency to look apologetic and gave a small smile. "Of course I will share my knowledge with you, my friend."

A smile lit up Lavellan's face. Solas pretended it didn't make his heart skip a beat. "When we first met, you mentioned that you had a run-in with a clan that went badly. What happened, exactly?"

"I offered to share knowledge, only to be met with superstition and distrust." Solas said this with such conviction he was almost inclined to believe him. Almost.

The Dalish cocked his hip to the side, folding his arms across his chest. "That can't be all of it. How did you go about it, exactly? Did you take the time to earn their trust or did you just stumble upon the clan and tell them what you knew? Bluntly?"

"I..." Lavellan was also the only person who managed to make him speechless.

A small grin formed on Lavellan's handsome face, threatening to turn into a smile. "I assume it was something akin to the latter?"

He was really failing at ignoring his own feelings. "Perhaps."

"Hmph." Lavellan exhaled quietly and ran a hand through his hair. "You are appropriately named. Pride."

"So it seems." Was it possible for Solas to feel embarrassed?

"Hm." Lavellan looked him up and down, gaze taking note of the older elf's tall height and broad shoulders. For a mage, Solas was very fit. He caught himself when he started ogling his firm chest, defined abs, strong neck...What did he do before all this? What kind of person was he? "I want to know more about you."