twoforsurprise | 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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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.

"I'll be-" he cut off as Lucanis used his mouth for the first time, obeying his own advice and not holding anything back to show how much it was enjoyed as he arched off the bed. His hand stayed tight in Lucanis' hair, urging him to stay where he was, if not come a little closer.

"I'll be more thorough...later."

Oh, that's lovely, and Lucanis licks again, slower this time, savoring the taste and feel of Davrin against his tongue. Careful of teeth, he wraps his lips around Davrin's cock next - just a little bit, as eager as Lucanis is he knows choking would not be sexy right now. So a little bit at a time - coming in closer, humming around Davrin, enjoying the weight of him against his tongue, lips wrapped around the head.

Everybody chokes sometimes, but Davrin isn't complaining about the slow and steady experimental approach. Very in favor, in fact, spreading his legs wider to allow any and all access needed. Somewhere in the back of his mind he registers this would be the perfect moment for some assassination attempt to happen, but forces it down. He has to trust that this night of all nights even a Crow house should be secure- and they still had Spite, who was presumably paying some attention.

In a silent apology for letting his mind wander for even a fragment of a second, he used his free hand to gather any of Lucanis' hair falling free and getting in his face, holding to back. That is cleared his own view of everything was naturally just a side benefit.

For once Lucanis finds it pleasing to be looked at - normally he doesn't like that kind of attention, not really. He wants Davrin's eyes on him, though. Wants the elf to watch him, to see Lucanis make himself comfortable between his legs, how much Lucanis wants him. The strong hand in his hair is nothing short of divine, like the taste of Davrin in his mouth as Lucanis eases himself lower and lower onto Davrin's cock. It's easy until the halfway point, only then does he encounter a little difficulty, getting a little over-excited and needing to pull back to cough. Not sexy. Damn it.

Not sexy, no, but adorable somehow. The great First Talon willing to show an imperfection. Davrin runs one thumb over his cheek, already enjoying himself far more than he expected after just a few moments. Blame it on the length of the hunt, or just how gorgeous the man looked, but this would be a short introductory lesson.

"You don't have to go too far."

Lucanis gives a little huff, somewhat embarrassed, cheeks warm under Davrin's touch. Lucanis was not used to not being immediately good at something, or having a witness to his failures.

"What if I want to?" he complained softly, leaning in again to nuzzle at Davrin, lips running along his cock.

"We've got time."

Maybe not weeks or months if things kept progressing, but certainly enough free time in the Lighthouse to make some significant progress between battles. Thinking of it puts a slightly mischievous edge to his smile even as it sends a shiver down his spine. Yeah, they would have to invest in some locks.

"But if you're that eager, don't let me hold you up."

All night, for certain. Past that, well. There were no guarantees in life, but perhaps he would be spending far more time in Davrin's room. Though there was Assan there to demand attention...

"You can't laugh if I cough again. You're quite a mouthful."

With that tease, Lucanis exhales and tries again. No teasing lead-up, just ducking in to pick up more or less where he left off. Hand around the part of Davrin's cock that doesn't fit in his mouth, lips wrapped around the rest, swallowing around him as his other hand strokes along Davrin's thigh, his hip.

"Thank-"

Tragically, the smirked gratitude couldn't be finished. His eyes fluttered for a moment instead before he schooled himself into looking down again, watching Lucanis with slightly parted lips. A few minutes, and it would be his turn to gently tug his hair in warning.

Lucanis was getting the hang of this. The more he did it, the more comfortable he was with it, putting his mind to learning Davrin's body the way he learned any skill he was dedicated to perfecting. And Lucanis was dedicated. He might not care about being able to suck dick in general, but he wanted to be the best for Davrin. Which couldn't be really accomplished in a single night, but Lucanis was a fast learner, especially when he enjoyed the subject.

And Andraste he was enjoying the subject. The feel of Davrin in his mouth, feeling the way his muscles twitched and jumped under Lucanis' hands, the sounds he was making -- he wanted this, exactly this, forever. When Davrin tugged at his hair it took him a heartbeat to understand why - other than it was just a pleasing thing to do - and he pulled back only slightly. Enough that he wouldn't have to worry about gagging, but by no means was he pulling off, sucking harder, encouraging.

One Short Day In Antiva City

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Apologies, work was a nighmare this last week