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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Spite was not interfering... but he was watching, curious as to the goings-on. He had at least seemingly learned his lesson about commentary. At least while Davrin could hear.

That little bit of praise went straight to Lucanis' gut, lower, and he forced his hands to relax enough to spread his fingers along Davrin's flank, to feel the solid muscle of him through the fabric of his shirt. His breathing was coming out rough, nothing to be done about it, far rougher than it really deserved with such light kisses and touches, but - it was all new, and Lucanis thought even if it wasn't he would still be this way with the Warden.

When Davrin paused before continuing on - kept his lips from just quite touching Lucanis', well. Davrin had asked he not be quiet. The whine was a little pathetic, a lot shameless, and Lucanis leaned up to try to close the distance himself if Davrin would let him.

The whine was unexpected and shot straight to his groin, his gasp swallowed by Lucanis rising up to meet him. It was more than a welcome or acceptance, the man was exuding want and Davrin's own heart raced to meet it. His fingers slid quickly up to the next button and fisted momentarily below it as he made himself slow down. To slowly trace Lucanis' lips with his tongue and relax each finger one by one, resisting the urge to simply rip the vest and the shirt beneath it open, to hear what Lucanis sounded like then. That was an idea for another tomorrow.

For today, he shifted as they kissed, moving to kneel between Lucanis' legs, both knees between the other man's, and holding himself up by one hand planted next to his head.

Slow was good, really. It was probably what Lucanis needed far more.

But he still wanted.

Lucanis was a quick study at kissing, opening his mouth to it, urging Davrin on, following his movements He was so hungry for the other man he felt like he would never be satisfied, every carefully teasing touch leaving him desperate for more. He moved when Davrin moved, thighs spread to make space for the warrior between them, one knee brought up to rub against the side of Davrin's hip. The hands grasping at Davrin's side started tugging up that tunic, a little at a time. Slow. Trying to match Davrin's pace even as Lucanis was near ready to beg.

"You don't have to tease, too," he broke the kiss just long enough to murmur, breath notably harsher. In contrast to him, of course, and his own teasing as he still had only half-opened that second button. He would take his time. If Lucanis insisted on ripping Davrin's shirt off, however? Who was he to stand in the way of a Crow's needs.

The accusation actually got a laugh from Lucanis - startled, breathless, bumping his forehead against Davrin's and stealing another playful kiss before he replied.

"But how else can I learn but to copy you, Orsacchiotto?"

But Andraste was Davrin's voice particularly wonderful when his breath got heavier. It didn't matter that Lucanis had seen Davrin almost entirely naked before, had touched him while they were both in the baths at the Lighthouse, it was different now that they'd agreed to this chase. He longed to touch Davrin's bare skin but was also strangely shy about it, too. In the past the shyness had always won out the few times he got that urge, nerves making any potential benefit seem both impossible and not worth it. Now, though - he could have it, and he had denied himself so long he was still struggling to get over those self-imposed hurdles.

"I'm sure the Demon of Vyrantium's had to improvise from time to time."

He was feeding into his own torture, even as he finally undid that second button- half-way through the first of at least two layers- but what a delicious one it was. Despite the thick-voiced protest, whatever the Crow did was perfect. Fast, slow, under him, over him. He'd take him whatever way he came. He smiled as he returned the kiss, as if he could push that sentiment into the other man through affectionate contact alone.

Davrin had noticeably less layers than Lucanis did. Tugging up the tunic just enough and Lucanis' fingers had access to a thin strip of skin at Davrin's lower back that felt like the most divine forbidden fruit for touching. Unlike him, who had his vest, shirt, and yes an undershirt on below that. Some Crows loved showing skin, he was perpetually covered aside from forearms, sometimes.

But Davrin had seen it all already, and hadn't looked away.

"Not with anything like this," Lucanis confessed softly against Davrin's lips. "Well - okay, once, but the improvisation was knifing him between the ribs right then instead of waiting until later."

He arched his back under the light touch, nipping at Lucanis' lower lip in encouragement. The shirt was one of the ones Lucanis had bought for him. It really was well within his rights to remove it. He was further rewarded by him undoing that third button a little faster, palm pressing flat to slide up to the fourth and final one.

"Sounds like he had it coming."

Davrin was very openly not a supporter of murder in general, particularly not murder for hire. But the idea of anyone even attempting to touch Lucanis without his permission? He could allow for some light murder on that account. Had been actively participating in it, to be fair, as they had cut their way to Zara and through everything she and Illario had put together.

"He did."

He had definitely had it coming. Being a pest to servants and using his power over them that way was a fairly common reputation of his, it had just only ever been with women. Lucanis' ass in the servant's uniform trousers was apparently good enough to make him want to give it a try. Unexpected. He'd had to think quickly. He'd rather not think back on it right now, though.

Much more appealing is the softness of the fabric under his hands, the pleased sense of pride knowing it had been his gift to Davrin. It looked very good on him. Felt good on him, too. Bare skin felt better. Sliding his a few fingers up under the hem along Davrin's back as Davrin ever so slowly made his way to the fourth button of Lucanis' vest.

"Please."

He wasn't even sure what specifically he was asking for, just that he desperately wanted it.

"Whatever you want, you know you can take it."

Call it the matching stubbornness in him, but he wouldn't speed up. Wouldn't give in to what, honestly, he wanted as well and just guess what the most likely thing Lucanis was asking for could be. Other than being pushed against a wall one interrupted afternoon, Davrin had served as mostly the aggressor- a role he was ready and willing to play and doing so had happily helped get them to this point. But it felt important, somehow, to remind the Crow he was just as much in charge during these early days. The story of the handsy noble just underlying that in some strange way.

But he still undid that final button. And started on the first one of his actual shirt, to top it off. Still a near painful number to go. Antiva could clearly use some tips about practicality over fashion.

It did help, probably more than Davrin even knew. Learning what he wanted - accepting what he wanted. That he wanted.

That he could have.

"Mierda."

Lucanis' favorite curse, hissed out through gritted teeth, half a groan. He pressed another kiss to Davrin's mouth, more teeth, a little clumsy but full of so much of that want that was burning him up inside. Even Spite's shouted encouragement couldn't distract him - he was used to ignoring the demon. Damn it all Davrin was determined to kill him with how he was drawing this out. The leg hooked around Davrin's pulled closer and he tugged the shirt up, hands moving to the front to find the buttons. He was not going to rip the shirt off, thank you, he had paid good money for it and he respected the tailor's work too much.

The shout wasn't as loud as it had been. Maybe the tea was wearing off. Maybe Davrin was picking up on Lucanis' finely honed skill of ignoring the demon. Either way, Davrin was too busy groaning against the other man's mouth to listen to anything outside of them. Good thing they had a griffon and demon watching over them, honestly. A single Venatori with enough sense to be stealthy might be able to do some damage just now.

He very much approved of the new strip-the-warden initiate being shown, but could only hold himself back so much. Lucanis could get to about half the buttons with ease, then Davrin finally undid the second button of the Crow's shirt and leaned in closer to nip and mouth lightly at the now exposed pulse point of his neck, momentarily trapping Lucanis' hands between their chests.

Assan and Spite were really the only things standing between them and a possible untimely end out here in the open, but the normally paranoid Lucanis couldn't bring himself to care. Not when Davrin's mouth was against his neck and it felt like everything inside of him was on fire, pulse rapid with the excitement. Hands trapped - and Fuck why did he wear an undershirt today? - he can't pull Davrin as flush as he wants to be, so that leg tightens again as Lucanis bucks his hips up, panting, swearing, every sensation near overwhelming.

It was, all in all, probably a good thing Lucanis had that undershirt. And overshirt. And vest. The entire excessive ensemble that Davrin now swore to himself he would learn to flawlessly button and unbutton by feel alone. Neither of them were prone to half-committing to a cause, but it wasn't his intention for their first real physical encounter (Rook walking in on a bit of necking only half counted) to go too far. Particularly not with poor Assan's eyes to think of. All those layers helped keep that in mind even as Lucanis bucked and Davrin couldn't help roll his hips down into his with a groan.

He breathed heavy against Lucanis' skin as he mouthed his way back up to his ear, freeing those hands again.

"I think-" and, damn, Neve would mock him for being a knight in shining armor wooing his love over this, if Lucanis didn't do it himself first. Still, expectations were important. "Just the shirts off this time, mm?"

Lucky for Davrin, Lucanis happened to have a soft spot for knights in shining armor like in his romance novels. He just didn't think they were actually real... and right now would have liked if Davrin was more of a rake instead. That roll of his hips was making Lucanis believe in some kind of divinity. As soon as his hands were free once more, Lucanis made quick work of the rest of the buttons like he was on a timer and needed to prove something.

"Does that mean you'll actually take it off?"

Lucanis' question was breathless, just this side of teasing, nipping at Davrin's ear and rolling his hips up again. He'd appreciate Davrin's restraint later on, but right now he was drunk on the wanting.

"Maybe. If you ask nicely."

He'd already gotten a please. He was pushing it. But a whole sentence of Lucanis asking Davrin to undress him? That might try his knightly virtue a bit- more than a bit and that was on top of what Lucanis moving his hips was doing. He was going to have to dive into the frigid river after this before he could show his face in the Lighthouse again.

But he was a man of principle. So only undid one more button on the Crow's shirt, even as he rolled his shoulders and let Lucanis remove his own tunic.

Hm. He was going to have to figure out what to do with that silver chain on his shirt, too, wasn't he. Fashion. He'd never understand it.

Lucanis's hands ran along Davrin's skin as he pushed the fabric off the other man, feeling all that hard muscle that was affecting Lucanis more than he'd want to normally admit. And as far as Crows were concerned, his fashion WAS desperately simple and barely deserved to be called fashion at all.

There were all kinds of things he was told as he was raised. A Dellamorte does not kneel. A Dellamorte does not beg. He wanted to do both for Davrin.

"I want to feel your hands on my skin again," Lucanis murmured into Davrin's ear as his own hands grasped as Davrin's back. "Please."

The Wardens of old and all the training they had passed down were owed thanks for the fact Davrin didn't just rip the shirt open then and there. Between hands on his own skin and that voice, it was still a near thing. But Lucanis had held back, damn right he could too.

"You," he spoke against Lucanis' skin as he moved down and over, to the other side of his neck, "could make a good dog break his leash."

He bit down to punctuate the statement, harder than before. No where near enough to break skin, but enough to leave a mark if left to it. Undeniably possessive.

With some of the burning in his blood redirected, his fingers finally moved at a reasonable pace, rapidly undoing the remaining buttons.

It was tempting to make a sarcastic comment about good dog, but Davrin's bite to his neck made everything else flee Lucanis' mind as his nails scraped down Davrin's back. The sweet sting of pain with the pleasure, knowing he'd have a mark left behind from this - Lucanis' moan was shaking when it escaped his throat, body surging against Davrin's. He wanted more, wanted a whole collar of those marks. He'd never been so happy his undershirt was a simple pull over without any buttons to struggle with, eager to shrug out of the shirt and the undershirt, panting, leaning up to capture Davrin's lips in another kiss as soon as he could.

Davrin, too, was ready to celebrate the lack of buttons. If he ever went to Antivan City again he was going to that tailor and demanding- okay, politely requesting- he keep ease of removal in mind. Five buttons at most.

He released Lucanis' neck long enough to haul him up to a sitting position and help him finally shuck all those layers off, almost tangling his own hand in that damn chain in the process. He stayed sitting up once the garments were removed, watching his own fingers trail down from that bite mark to the hem of his trousers. Not avoiding or reaching to touch any particular scars, just following the natural lines of his chest.

"You should just walk around the Lighthouse like this."

Lucanis is happy to be moved as Davrin wants him to - even if he's not much help, touching, kissing, grasping on to Davrin just to stay steady. The warden almost getting tangled up in the chain does get a brief laugh, but one that's quickly covered by another heated kiss. He's so hungry for Davrin. For the taste of his skin, the sound of his voice, Lucanis is starved for it.

"I could say the same. Then again, with how open you leave your shirts..." he traces the line of Davrin's collarbone with his fingers.

"I wear heavy armor in the field. At home, it's nice being able to move a little."

It's not quite defensive, but a slight blush forms that somehow intimately mauling each other hadn't managed. The whole thing...it was like being a teenager again, the honesty and eagerness of it all. Davrin wasn't complaining, but the other residents of Lighthouse might be in for some accidental eyefuls now the dam was broken.

He slid his hands around to Lucanis' back, bringing their chests together and resuming the opened mouth kissing, not thinking as fingers traced the straight scars running along his back.

"Uh huh," Lucanis replies, smiling against Davrin's lips before the next kiss, like he doesn't believe that reason. Okay, he sort of does, but he finds it hard to believe there's not a little desire to show off there. If nothing else, who wouldn't, if they looked like Davrin looked? He's certain he's caught Neve looking more than once, too. Davrin is good to look at, this is an objective fact. He's so caught up in the kissing, the touching - but the fingers tracing the long scars against his back somehow catch him by surprise. He tenses without meaning to, and there's a brilliant flash of purple as Spite's wings suddenly manifest, purple veilfire that can scorch stone but doesn't burn Lucanis - or Davrin.

"-- Sorry - sorry - just - surprised-"

He'd jerked his hands back at the response, pulling back as well to check Lucanis' eyes to see if Spite was sticking around to make himself known now that the tea was fading and Davrin couldn't hear his comments easily organically. But, no, the assassin is back. He reached forward to trace one side of his face, from temple to chin, with curiosity only a lightly tinged with concern.

"Good or bad surprise?"

Lucanis' eyes are all him, but wide with an edge of fear, worry, searching Davrin's face looking for any sign of rejection.

Only curiosity, only concern. His heart aches behind his ribs. His eyes close, face tilting into Davrin's touch, shoulders sagging in relief. He turns his face just a little bit more to press a kiss to Davrin's palm.

"Both? I liked the touch. I don't like that I reacted that way."

That he had lost so much control of himself that he had a reaction at all. Lucanis rolled his shoulders and the wings beat before curling around the both of them protectively.

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