Cullen (
howtoactfereldan) wrote2017-04-11 08:59 pm
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Cullen sets a brisk pace on their way back to Skyhold. He's been away long enough; he's ready to relieve Briony; he's ready to go about receiving full intelligence reports from Leliana instead of the truncated, heavily coded ones he receives in the field.
He is also ready to personally see to the laundering of his coat.
And Cullen is also ready to take at least half a day, and preferably more, to revel in solid walls and doors that lock.
As they ride through the sally port, Cullen glances over at Alistair. "I'll need to see Briony, and then I'll likely be called to the war room -- you're going to see Kieran?"
He is also ready to personally see to the laundering of his coat.
And Cullen is also ready to take at least half a day, and preferably more, to revel in solid walls and doors that lock.
As they ride through the sally port, Cullen glances over at Alistair. "I'll need to see Briony, and then I'll likely be called to the war room -- you're going to see Kieran?"
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He's -- not entirely sure about the look on Cullen's face. We're playing, he wants to say. I didn't really mean it.
He smooths a hand over Cullen's hair, sliding down to cradle his cheek. "You did just fine. Don't worry."
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His hands find their way to Alistair's thighs again. Murmured, as he turns his head into Alistair's hand: "I'll do better for you."
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"Good," he says, no louder. "I'm very glad to hear it, Commander."
He curls his fingers just a little, letting the touch turn into an equally light scrape, as he leans down to kiss him as slow and thorough as he can. As his other hand sweeps to cup Cullen's side, he rocks his hips against him, equally slow -- once, then again.
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Now he's going to do what Alistair wants, isn't he.
Cullen breaks away for a moment, long enough to breathe, and slows. "I'll do better," he whispers, with a small smile.
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"Good," he manages again. Then, as he finishes getting his bearings: "Do you promise?"
He runs his hands up Cullen's arms, curves his fingers loosely around Cullen's wrists.
"I'll give you more if you do."
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"I promise. Anything. I promise."
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Alistair moves Cullen's hands off his thighs, pinning his wrists to the bed -- lightly, so Cullen can pull free if he needs. He takes to kissing him again: fervent, mouth hot and wet against his skin, hips bearing down harder against him, promising more and more and better in the coming hours.
So long as Cullen behaves himself, that is.
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"What can I do for you?" he whispers, some time later. "Tell me. You need..."
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He mumbles it sleepily into Cullen's shoulder, a small, lazy smile on his lips. His hand traces an idle path along Cullen's stomach.
"Something slow, I think. Eventually. Need a moment first."
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"Yes," he agrees, settling a hand on the back of Alistair's neck. "That. Maker's breath."
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"I take it you enjoyed yourself, then?"
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Alistair draws a languid spiral around Cullen's navel.
"Well, don't worry, I'll be sure to say plenty of nice things at the funeral. 'Cullen Rutherford, brave and true, definitely didn't die from a vigorous bout of welcome-home sex with me -- '"
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"Don't mention the bear, either."
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So much for stifling his laughter. (He got most of it out of his system when Cullen grumpily explained why his coat looked especially damp that day, but let's be real: as much as Alistair loves him, a cub with mange will never not be funny.)
He splays his hand over Cullen's abdomen. "Dare I ask how the, er, new recruit is doing?"
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"I'll have you know I was right. She's proven a very capable agent in convincing other holds to provide aid to the Inquisition."
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Beat.
"The obstacle in this case being 'she's a literal bear.'"
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He takes up tracing more patterns on Cullen's skin: his arm this time, following the curve of each muscle.
"In that case I should commend Lavellan for being such an excellent judge of character. Or maybe Sera for influencing her. Or -- however it happened."
By the end, he's back to laughter.
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Alistair makes an exaggerated noise of disgust that isn't too far off from Cassandra's.
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He peeks up at Cullen, smirking.
"When it's not occupied by other things, at least."
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