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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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.

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.

The reaction when straight down his spine, even as he had to shift to against hold Lucanis' hips still with both hands. He hoped they didn't go into battle anytime soon, to let that nail marks heal on their own instead of getting washed away with the routine potion use their missions involved.

He continued up and down, slowing down a touch, but never not moving. Ignoring his own need for the moment, though it was becoming a far more pressing issue as time went on.

Lucanis' hips did need pinning, with the way he was squirming. Not intentionally trying to choke Davrin, just so completely lost in the sensation that his previously impeccable self control was impossibly fractured.

"Davrin, Orsacchiotto bellissimo, amore- I'm - ah-!"

Lucanis was trying to get out a warning to Davrin for how close to the edge he was - he might be new to this but he understood not accidentally choking your partner, the last vestiges of self control being used to hold back while he stammered out the warning.

A secret gentleman to the end. Davrin tightened his grip on his hips momentarily, letting him know he got the idea. He was a big, tough warden. He could handle Lucanis falling apart for a moment, and shifted enough to watch his face accordingly.

That would have to be good enough, because Lucanis was crying out his orgasm not a moment after. Mouth slack, cheeks flushed, face painted with the overwhelming pleasure of the moment that no amount of training could suppress as he shuddered through it. His vision whited out at the edges, everything narrowing to that perfect moment. Abundantly and frustrating clear why the Orlesians called it 'the little death' - no half-hearted ultimately unsatisfying attempts to take care of himself had ever been anything near this.

It left him gasping for breath, laying utterly boneless on his bed, probably more relaxed than he'd been outside of when Davrin gave him the drugged tea.

There should be factors he took into account. Lucanis had had (to put it criminally lightly) a stressful year. It was his first encounter. There was alcohol involved. But Davrin was willing to place all that aside and simply be supremely smug with himself as he kissed his way back up Lucanis' chest to come face to face once more. The cat that got the canary look very much in place.

"Feel better?"

"Don't look so smug," Lucanis chided, but there was only warmth and fondness in his voice, both hands going to the side of Davrin's face to pull him in for an open-mouthed kiss, first. Lazy, thorough, adoring.

"I didn't know it was possible to feel this good."

"We need to get you out of the shadows more."

Being out around people didn't seem the problem, after all. Lucanis had just navigated a room full of them as their new leader. It was the actually participating in it all they both had to work on. Or just stick with each other more. That was also fully acceptable, Davrin decided as he indulged in the kiss and came to curl up along Lucanis' side.

"There's all kinds of experiences out here."

"Maybe I like the shadows."

Lucanis kissed Davrin's lips, his cheek, his jaw, nuzzling against his neck as he continued to kiss every inch of skin he could reach, hands stroking up and down Davrin's side. He couldn't stop touching the other man.

"You could just join me in them, instead."

He could make some poetic arguments about Wardens being meant to fight the shadows, but that was both unromantic and not fully technically true. They fought darkness by taking it part of it. Living in the shadows? Really not that much of a difference.

Instead of any of that philosophical nonsense, he closed his eyes to better focus on the feeling of the man moving against him. He slowly rolled on his back, letting Lucanis do as he would as he sighed and relaxed back into the soft bed.

"Mm. They do seem to have their perks."

"Oh, a few, certainly."

While it wasn't as soft as a cloud - Lucanis liked a slightly firmer mattress than that - it was clearly high quality materials. Those pillows were feathers, too, and Lucanis pulled away just enough to make sure one was nicely situated under Davrin's head, putting another kiss to the man's cheek. Spoiling Davrin was it's own pleasure too, he could recognize that now for what it was. Even if the whole being fitted part Davrin hadn't liked, seeing him in the tailored shirts sent such a thrill through Lucanis. In the morning, he'd make Davrin's breakfast, himself. Before then, though...

Laying back was good, it gave Lucanis his own turn to explore Davrin's body. His own edge taken off, he didn't aim to tease, he simply wanted to take in every single curve of muscle, every mark on Davrin's skin, with the touch of his hands and the press of his lips. It wasn't like he had to rush...

His smile turned amused for a moment as Lucanis- and there wasn't a better word he could think of just then- fussed over him with a pillow. It was endearing, particularly since they were in Lucanis' bed, in his room, in his mansion- hells, in his city, for all purposes. But First Talon or abomination exile, Lucanis remained the same, at least in this. There was something to be said about a man, that on the night of his ascent to power it wasn't in his head.

He raised one hand to play with the other man's hair whenever it was in range as he explored his territory. Not guiding or forceful, simply running his fingernails softly along his scalp as Davrin took his own turn to sigh and moan, encouraging him on.

He was fussing, but he enjoyed fussing. He especially enjoyed that Davrin let him, with a smile that spoke of indulgent pleasure. Lucanis wanted to give Davrin every reason to keep wearing it. Soft, sweet kisses, little nips, a swipe of tongue - all varied as the mood struck Lucanis, seeing what Davrin liked where, letting out his own soft sounds of pleasure when Davrin played with his hair. His teeth graze along one of those tempting pectorals so often on display, so very bitable.

"Comfortable?"

"Very. I could stay all night."

Well, not in this position. He very much intended to wrap around Lucanis' whole body as tightly as Irene had his wrist before they slept- to keep Spite still, naturally. But until then he really could stay like this for hours. Lucanis exploring as he would, pleasure trailing down his body along with the man's mouth and drowning out the inescapable pull of Blight, Darkspawn, Find it that came with being near the stuff.

"Is this how you want me?"

No Warden, Lucanis heard no blight song - just the music of Davrin's voice, his breathing, and both were the most beautiful things he'd ever heard. How he wanted Davrin - what a question. Especially since he wasn't sure there was a single way he didn't want the Warden.

"Si. This way, any other way. Your skin against my skin. The taste of you better than the finest wine."

His tongue traced the scars along Davrin's chest.

"I want to learn to take you into my mouth the way you did for me."

"It's like anything else you do: practice."

And Davrin was more than willing to be the training dummy, though for the sake of his ragged pride he kept that last line to himself. There had to be a more romantic way to phrase it, especially with his reply still in the shadow of the poetry the Crow was cooing for him.

"I'll be a patient teacher."

It wasn't much better, but given how the Crows seemed to learn things? It seemed fitting to promise no slapped knuckles for hitting an awkward angle or two.

Lucanis is already looking forward to getting as much practice as possible with this. To learn what Davrin specifically likes, what he wants, how to please him. He kisses further down, lets teeth bite gently just above Davrin's navel. His bed is big enough that he doesn't have to get off of it as he moves farther and farther down.

"I've no doubt. I couldn't ask for a better one - or better looking one."

The last part said with another nip of teeth to Davrin's hip this time, touch light and exploratory when he finally reached down to take his cock in hand.

He was a patient man. Hunts could last weeks, months. But after the build up, the slow movement down, the teeth and tongue, he couldn't help letting out a relieved moan, his fingers tightening in Lucanis' hair, as there was finally touch.

"I- ha, I think it'll be easy enough. Tonight."

Lucanis didn't hold back the startled, pleased sound at the hand tightening in his hair. Oh, apparently that was something Lucanis liked a lot.

"Ah, you will be harsher later on? Typical teacher."

It was said with amused fondness, Lucanis pressing another kiss to Davrin's hip as he moved his hand. He handled it more like he would hold a knife than a dick, honestly, far more experience with one than the other, careful to watch Davrin's every reaction for what he liked as he ran his fingers along every curve and vein, thumbed at the head, then ducked in to swipe his tongue across it.

One Short Day In Antiva City

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Apologies, work was a nighmare this last week