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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"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?"

Davrin was a confident man, he didn't try to hide or block, even went so far as to spread out a bit to make sure Lucanis could see all he liked. Even still, the open admiration combined with the words was enough to bring a slight blush to his face- one he imagined it maybe a bit too dark in the room to see.

"Keep talking like that."

He leaned in for another kiss, then began his own appreciation. He'd seen Lucanis naked, but between establishing the hunt was wanted and then the chase, he'd only been able to claim parts of him. That, finally, could be fixed. Mouthing down the other side of his neck, then tasting along his ribs, he only paused as he kissed down past his navel, keeping his eyes on Lucanis'.

"Or tell me to stop."

Dark skin, dark room - if they weren't so close he could feel the slight rise in heat, Lucanis might have not noticed it at all. He was trained to read people, though, even if he wasn't quite as good at it in this regard as Illario was. It made his heart ache all the more to know Davrin even could blush about something. Each kiss to the mouth happily returned, not hiding the sounds he was making as Davrin trailed them down his neck, his rips, the softly startled gasp as Lucanis realized Davrin was still going lower, eyes widening a little. No Assan here to interrupt, and Spite's commentary was only heard by Lucanis who could easily ignore him. Door bolted to keep any of the staff from walking in - though Lucanis didn't imagine they would unless Caterina had given them orders to.

Just Davrin, just Lucanis.

"Don't - don't stop. Please."

There was more raw vulnerability to his voice than intended. It was silly, especially for any kind of nobleman to place any kind of value on his own 'virtue', but he wanted Davrin. Wanted to share this with him. Trusted Davrin would be kindly.

He would take his time. Not slow and teasing like in the forest, but careful, moving with conscious intent over raw passion for the moment. Davrin slid his hands over the ridges of his hips, lightly holding him in place as he softly nuzzled his stomach and fully positioned himself at the end of the bed. He was forcefully not thinking of Spite, or possibly running commentary from the demon. Lucanis was in the here and now, Davrin was as well as he held the other man's gaze.

Thumbs continued to gently stroke at his hips as Davrin, finally, ran the very tip of his tongue along Lucanis' length, from root to tip and released a slow, warm breath at the head.

"What do you want?"

It felt like all of the short dark hair that peppered along his body were standing on end as Davrin moved, the confident hunter stalking his prey. Having his full attention like this was more intoxicating than the best wine, Lucanis feeling slightly dizzy from it.

When Davrin finally touched his straining prick - ran that wet, hot tongue along the length of it, the strangled cry Lucanis let out sounded half like he was dying. Maybe he would die from this, that surge of pleasure so intense and sharp it was like being stabbed with it. He reached out, hands grasping desperately at Davrin's impressive shoulders while he gasped for breath.

"That. Again. You, I want you."

He'd beg, shamelessly, if that was what Davrin wanted.

In all honesty, the begging added a certain thrill. To have such a man laid bare and vulnerable under him caused a primal heat deep inside him. But it wasn't the point. Half their arguments- other than ones about Spite at the beginning- were how Lucanis simply did what he must. What was expected. While Davrin was utterly confident this was wanted, that the Crow hadn't been cornered in this hunt, he still liked to hear it. To have Lucanis hear himself say it.

He paused long enough to remove one hand from Lucanis' hip, stroking his cock with a firm but slow pace. In truth, hearing Lucanis also helped to make sure he was on the right track. Inexperienced lover he was not, but when it came to having time? To making love in a soft bed rather than a forest floor or barracks closest? That was new. He didn't want to rush when he didn't have to, but also was a novice at enjoying the leisure of time.

"You're stunning," he murmured before he licked the head again. "How am I possibly the first here."

Davrin was the first person, the first anything that it felt like Lucanis had truly chosen for himself. Chosen because he wanted, and didn't let himself care about what anyone else thought. He pants and squirms under Davrin's touch as he takes his time drawing each sound out of the assassin. Normally in such control of himself, but not right now. Not with pleasure being the sensation of choice.

"No other hunter was so dedicated?" Lucanis suggests, breathless gasp between each word. Most hadn't bothered to try, he wasn't desirable the way his cousin was. Few noticed him that way, and those that did were always quickly disappointed with the reality of Lucanis, that he wasn't secretly some suave master of the bedroom.

As Davrin had found, though - a little patience and encouragement went a long way towards Lucanis discovering what he was capable of.

"Mm," he hummed the answer against the tip, smile forming, "good answer."

Then swallowed him down in earnest. Another left over from rushed trysts, there was no slow teasing and inch by inch, just his tongue flat against the bottom of his cock as he took him fully in to his throat before he reminded himself to slow down and savor.

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