It was only by the grace of Andraste herself that Lucanis didn't spill then and there in a very embarrassingly short amount of time. As it was he let out a startled shout, short nails digging into Davrin's back deep enough to leave marks behind as Lucanis writhed against the bed, senses overwhelmed with hot, wet mouth around him. He swore- a mix of common and Antivan strung together in an incoherent mess of need.