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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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."

"Not a perfect translation. Think more it's clarifying 'called a dagger with affection and sweetness' rather than pure size, in this context."

He returned the kiss, then made his way down to his neck to return the earlier favor of leaving a mark. Very purposely remarking the spot he'd bruised in the forest.

"Though it can also just mean small, ma da'mi."

Lucanis groaned as Davrin kissed his way down Lucanis' neck, tilting his head back so Davrin got access to as much of the skin as he wanted. His hands migrated into Davrin's hair instead, running along the skin of his neck, his back, arching up against him and groaning as Davrin refreshed the mark he'd left before.

"I- ah - object to the size," Lucanis had to insist, though even now his voice was trailing off, protest quickly being forgotten in favor of the feeling of Davrin's mouth against his sensitive throat. His hands went down further, shifting his grip so he could grab onto Davrin's ass to pull his hips closer.

Davrin groaned against his neck, mentally conceding the point as hips ground together. Now that the top of the armor was off, there was the rest of it to get to- he swore if Lucanis' boots had more than one buckle between him and getting them and the pants off he was going to throw them out the window after. Let some lucky guard enjoy the fashionable loot from above. For now he sat up enough to bring both hands to the ties of the other man's pants, ready and willing to leave behind faint outlines and friction.

"Mm, hidden blade isn't as poetic."

There were three buckles on each of those boots. One was even small enough that it looked like it should be for show only. It was not. Some guard was getting very lucky. Lucanis still felt luckier with the way Davrin was so quick to get his trousers open and down and he was extremely fucking grateful given they were approaching 'too tight' at almost the same speed that Davrin was moving at.

"What would - ah - that be?"

He didn't know whether to laugh or moan at the whole affair, moving his legs and lifting his hips to ease Davrin's way, breath hitching just a bit as a lingering memory of shyness came to the surface just long enough to acknowledge its presence. He'd been naked around Davrin, they'd shared the baths together, but naked and the whole intent being to enjoy themselves and each other was a whole different kettle of fish, as they said in the south. He distracted himself from it by reaching out to tug at the fastenings for Davrin's pants, too. Keep up, Warden.

Lucky for the shoes, and tragically for the guard, Davrin was not going to break the window by hurling the shoes out. Once the buckles were done with they were simply forcefully expelled from the bed area to the other side of the room. Where they would face their punishment later. The pants were given slightly more mercy, simply shoved off the edge of the bed so Davrin could enjoy the view as he complied with moving whichever way Lucanis saw fit in his own undressing.

"I'll teach you all the Elvhen secrets when I don't have a better use for that mouth."

Like, say, trying to kiss him as deeply and possessively as possible while still allowing Lucanis to undress him.

That got a deep groan into the kiss - better uses for his mouth, indeed. Each kiss was eagerly delivered, Lucanis feeling only slightly bad about benefiting from Davrin's much more practical clothing and armor. Truly, they were both benefiting from it, so there was no real need to. Davrin's clothing joined Lucanis' in a haphazard pile on the floor until they were both completely without. Any sense of self-consciousness at his own body was forgotten in favor of admiring Davrin's - all the looking he didn't let himself do in the baths, not the way he really wanted to, shameless and open and know with the knowledge that this was his to behold.

"You're gorgeous. How did I end up with the most handsome man in Thedas in my bed?"

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