twoforsurprise | One Short Day In Antiva City

One Short Day In Antiva City

Davrin might have forgotten Lucanis' offer about the tailor, but he had not. Not all of their excursions were for fighting demons or cultists or darkspawn, and eventually Rook was going treasure hunting on the Rivani coast with Taash and Harding. And just them. Quite adamant that only Taash and Harding were needed, in fact.

Andraste preserve them, Rook was apparently becoming interested in matchmaking.

It worked out, though. The timing. Lucanis ever so casually mentions that Davrin promised to assist him in some errands in Antiva and Rook is just so happy they're not at each other's throats that they're told to not take however long they need. Lucanis makes a mental note to pick up something nice for Rook when they're in Antiva City.

Ah, Antiva City. A less beautiful Treviso, Lucanis used to say. That was before the Ossuary, before the occupation, before the blight. Now it's hard to not see everything that's been lost. He doesn't insult Davrin by assuming the man can't keep up with the Crow routes along the rooftops and across ziplines, so much faster than the weaving crowded streets up the hill the city is built on overlooking the harbor the few times they need to duck down to street level.

"Should be right around - ah, there it is," Lucanis declares once they're half way up the hill, the financial district of the city settled between the Palace at the top and the harbor and all the wealth the shipping industry brings. This time when he drops down to the street level it is where they'll stay for the time being, heading to an understated store front with a simple hanging sign that looks like an embroidered rose carved into the wood of it.

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In turn, Lucanis was quite distracted at first by the way Davrin's demeanor seemed to shift when he looked at the pants then looked over at Lucanis, the way he moved that had Lucanis' mouth going dry.

"Ah?"

Oh. Oh. The way the heat became so much more when that question registered. His hands had started to go to his own fastenings, armored as he was in his Crow leathers. They fell away instead, leaving everything as done up as it had started in.

"I suppose not. But the staff are so busy with the party..."

He could see the moment Lucanis picked up on the game, and the look of recognition paired with the acceptance of the invitation sent his blood rushing. It would take a few minutes to remove just out of sheer practicality for how much more securely fitted the armor was compared to casual clothing, but he had no intentions of drawing it out this time. What the future held with the Gods and Lucanis leading the Crows was uncertain, but here and now Davrin knew exactly what he wanted.

He came within inches of Lucanis before slightly side stepping, moving to stand behind him and trail his fingers along the back of neck, down along where his spine would be below the armor.

"Do you want to lock the door? The party will end eventually."

Eager prey, fellow predator - Lucanis watched Davrin's approach with rapt attention, all of it focused on the other man now where it had previously been spread across the room to look for every single disturbance of his space. He was ready to reach out for Davrin and pull him into a kiss first but the man goddamn sidestepped at the last minute. Lucanis couldn't be mad - a stranger at his back set him on edge, but by now having Davrin there was not only a comfort but an excitement as well.

It had the high possibility of being a long night in a very good way, now.

"You don't want to risk an audience?"

It was another tease - Lucanis absolutely did not want to do that. He still took a moment to lean back into those teasing fingers before sighing, stepping away to slide the bolt in place in the closed door. No chance of being disturbed now.

"With our luck? It would be your grandmother. Rook was bad enough."

Though, considering Rook had been invited to the party, there was still a chance it could be Rook just opening the door without knocking. The thought put a wry smile on his face that Lucanis might be able to feel as Davrin took the steps needed to regain his previous position and leaned in to kiss softy along his neck.

"We can just sleep. If you want that."

He could feel the curl of those lips against his neck and barely bit back a groan at it, tilting his head to offer more of said neck to Davrin. As much as he wanted. Emotionally wrung out as this evening had been for Lucanis, he was quickly finding an additional store of energy. For certain activities, anyway...

"I want you."

No shame or embarrassment to the admission. It was probably better he didn't know about Davrin's concerns about possibly being a secret to someone in Lucanis' position. Habitually private in his own business as he was, he'd announce it to all of Treviso. Not that it would be necessary - Lucanis had taken his hand at the celebration and they had left together. Discreetly or not, it was a room full of trained assassins, no less than a dozen noticed these things, and that information would be to the rest by sunrise.

"Good."

He dropped the pants on the ground, nudging them out of his intended path with one foot. He appreciated the gesture, but he didn't think they'd be needed right now. If they had a knock on the door in the morning, he'd know where they were.

Then it was all motion, tugging at the straps of Lucanis' armor without taking his lips off his skin, up his neck and along his chin to his mouth, all the while walking them towards the bed. The suite may look different than he expected, but it have the main item needed for the night. He'd been thinking about this specific bed since they'd had their date in the forest, leaving Assan with Rook just to be alone with it and Lucanis.

Lucanis' own sleeping pants were also forgotten, reacing back for Davrin as they made their way to Lucanis' spacious bed. For all there was little personality to the room itself, there was no skimping on the quality of the items in it, especially the bed. Exactly what one could expect from one of the richest families in Treviso (in Antiva), and Lucanis had been imagining getting Davrin into it for basically as long. Mostly to spoil Davrin, but also to prove he did know what a good bed felt like in spite of his cot situation in the pantry.

His lips eagerly met Davrin's when they got up to there, legs bumping into the edge of the bed as he tugged Davrin onto it with him to tumble onto the mattress.

He fell with a small grunt that swallowed most of his laugh. The armor wasn't even off yet, and they were in the bed. Not that he was going to complain, Lucanis all warmth and hard muscle and armor in contrast to the cool, soft sheets. Very soft. He sighed as he settled into the bed, maneuvering so Lucanis was on top of him in order to enjoy the contract all the better.

"Let's bring this back to the Lighthouse, too."

Lucanis leaned in to kiss as much of the smile as he could while Davrin maneuvered them both until Lucanis was straddling his waist, leaning all his weight on that breastplate that was quickly getting in the way.

"Mmm, I was planning on bringing the pillows back and leaving them on your bed."

The confession was murmured against Davrin's lips, Lucanis smiling as clever fingers looked for the fastenings for Davrin's armor to get that off, too.

This was likely one of the worst positions they could try to get armor off in, but Davrin was never going to complain about Lucanis straddling him. They could be awkward and slow, so long as they didn't move away from each other. Davrin resumed his own fiddling with the fastenings of the other man's armor, both of them making moderate progress considering the position and the distraction of not letting the ongoing kisses end.

"Ah, you were already planning on moving in."

It really was terrible, but that just made Lucanis need to laugh a little about it, himself. Absurd, this whole thing was.

He couldn't get enough of Davrin and didn't want to move away from him, not for an instant. Every opened fastening had a hand sliding inside, distracted further with caressing every bit of Davrin that was released by the removal.

"If I'm going to wake up tied up in your bed, it's in my best interest to make sure it's well stocked."

A justification, sure. He also just wanted to do something nice for Davrin, even if he wasn't going to be waking up in that bed tied up.

"You can do more than wake up tied up, if you like."

It was the kind of thing that was far easier to offer when they were already in the midst of stripping each other in a bed. Offering a little bondage between kissing and taking off his chest plate was far easier than a measured conversation addressing if Lucanis' experience imprisoned took that totally off the table. And now that Davrin was down to his undershirt, he took apparent offense at Lucanis' own armor, redoubling efforts to get it out of the way.

Lucanis was very good at compartmentalization. It was a requirement for being a contract killer, really, even if he was choosier about his targets. But - those red ropes were not metal shackles. The lighthouse was a far cry from the Ossuary. There was absolutely nothing about Davrin that was similar to any of his captors aside from 'male'.

"I think I would like to try that."

The words were spoken between kisses, between warm laughter as Davrin stripped him of his leathers. They were the extra fancy ones, too, full of hidden catches and some entirely for show fastenings. So much of Crow politics was performance, knowing what they'd be walking into he had selected his armor carefully. Even his under-clothes were nicer than normal, though he'd expected (hoped) only Davrin would be seeing those.

"Better?"

He asked against Davrin's lips when his armor was a pile of stiff leather on the floor.

"Yes. Now you've got your fancy title, can we leave that armor on the stand?"

Straps that were just for show. With how much he wanted to actually touch the man, Lucanis should count himself lucky the armor hadn't gotten tossed in the fire place as a punishment for it slowing him down. Davrin didn't fuss with actually removing the underclothes for a moment, just running his hands up and under them along Lucanis' sides, both palms flat against the hot skin.

"I don't know, it was rather flattering actually. I think I should wear it more often..."

How appealing Davrin was when a little frustrated was noted and filed away for later- because now it was possible that Lucanis would be in such a state soon enough. He groaned at the touch of warm hands against flushed skin, arching into it, rocking his hips against Davrin's.

"I was right the first time we met. You are a monster," he sighed even as he rose to meet those rolling hips with enthusiasm.

He caught Lucanis in another kiss to make up for the teasing insult, however. Breaking it only to tug that shirt up and over his head. He paused for a moment after, trailing one hand down along his sternum, tracing the light hair humans had leading down past his naval. Open appreciation on his face as he stared up at the man straddling him.

"Good thing I caught you in time."

The tease had no sting to it, but Lucanis appreciated the kiss to soothe any that might be there just in case. Any excuse to have Davrin's mouth on his seemed rather ideal. And Davrin's calloused hands against his skin, the way he looked at Lucanis. He never considered how much he liked someone looking at him like this before now. He ducked down to press a kiss to Davrin's neck, soft at first before biting, claiming, something those wide open necked shirts of his would show off, hands sliding up Davrin's stomach.

"Mmm. Just imagine who else I could have devoured if you hadn't caught me first. Perish the thought."

If Lucanis kept this up, he may just stop with the shirts all together at the Lighthouse to show off all the marks gathered. He was already teased enough for flashing his bosom as it was, may as well lean in.

"You haven't seen how Neve watches you walk away," he punctuated the statement by dragging his nails down along his side, leaving his own marks. "There could've been turf wars if I didn't move fast."

Lucanis' moan at the scraping of Davrin's nails is muffled against the elf's skin.

"Staking your claim? Maybe I should start leaving my shirt so open, too."

He's certain everyone has been caught staring at Davrin's chest at one point or another. The Warden is like something out of a romantic novel where bodices are ripped, if given five minutes and a glass of wine he could probably even come up with a Randy Dowager review of it. He leaned back just enough to admire his work and felt a flush of pleasure all over again to see Davrin on his bed like this. Lucanis had to wonder if Davrin got the same warm possessive flush when Lucanis was on his.

"I adore you."

"I didn't think you'd be the first one to say it."

Though, really, he should have. For all his inexperience in relationships and brooding nature, Lucanis was a soft heart under all the armor. Even though Lucanis didn't need it, that fact made Davrin want to curl around the man just as much as Irene ever had and fight anyone that tried to take advantage of that. Anyone that tried to tell him it was wrong.

He took one hand away from his side to run up along his cheek to his temple, then burying his fingers in the Crow's hair.

"I could lend you one of my shirts. Make sure there's no question who claimed you."

Because it was a truly well and done deal now. His First Talon.

For all that he was half-naked sitting across Davrin's lap in bed, there was something almost shy about Lucanis when Davrin first spoke. He'd heard Illario complain before about people who got too attached too quickly, worried for a brief moment that he'd done that, that he'd mis-stepped --

But then that hand went into his hair and Davrin offered such a clear token of favor and Lucanis sighed with so much pleasure, leaning in to the touch to his hair.

"Yes. I think I would like that quite a lot, Orsacchiotto."

He'd never been what he'd consider possessive. It wasn't a trait that lent itself well to Warden life, where everything was temporary because it was for the Cause. But if he was going to see a future, going to indulge in a hunt that ended in a lasting catch, there was something that felt right on a primal level to make sure it was his.

Lucanis' obvious enjoyment of that idea, sent a shiver of something down his spine. Keeping his fingers in his hair gentle, he used his other arm and hips to attempt to roll them, to take his turn to pin the assassin beneath him.

"Good, ma da'mi."

Lucanis goes down with a soft exhale, hair fanning out in a dark halo around his head on the bed below. He reached up to put both hands beside Davrin's face, to pull him down to kiss until they were both breathless. He had to hope they could make it to the other side of this, that they would, so he could have the days to spend in bed with this incredible man that he wanted.

"Ma da'mi," it was Lucanis' turn to stumble over the unfamiliar words, making them sound more Antivan with his accent than Dalish. "What does it mean?"

Davrin pulled back enough so he could see Lucanis' reaction to the translation, no bashfulness or hesitation in sight. Just a somewhat teasing grin as he used the hand in his hair to push any wandering strands away from his face, taking in the gorgeous image below him.

"My little dagger."

He'd named his griffon, the only other living creature he'd ever sworn to care for, arrow. So he was a predictable elf. He could live with that.

"Little?"

But he was grinning too, eyes going soft and adoration open on his face as his thumbs ran along Davrin's cheeks. So similar to the name of the griffon, it warms him in an entirely different way than he already was. Such a sign of affection and care.

He pulled Davrin down for another kiss, smiling against his mouth.

"Say it again."

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(Rook, running interference on Caterina like "They'd better be grateful for this..." )

The things rook does to wingman

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