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Glad You're Here	By : fallindeath Category: +A through F > Dragon Age (all) > Dragon Age (all) Views: 2481 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 2
Last time...
“Nooo,” he moaned. “If you so much as lick me, I’ll come.”

Zevran smirked. The blood pooling in his groin heated significantly at the moaned statement. He crawled over his warden, matching their hips together and rubbed into the beautiful man beneath him. When Rowan moaned the assassin covered his mouth in a deep, searing kiss, taking the sexual sound into himself, stealing the breath of his lover making him pant against his lips for air. Zevran’s hand traveled up his warden’s side, over the muscled arms gripping around his shoulders, and slid up into the long silky hair he adored. Rowan usually braided it to keep it manageable and out of his face, but preferred to leave it down for the functions Alistair made him go to. The ex-crow knew his lover used his hair, intentionally or not, to hide some of himself from the shem he was still not entirely comfortable around. This moment was to make him forget all that and Zevran would do his best.

Zevran pulled away from their kiss to grant Rowan his breath, and dipped toward his lover’s throat. Sucking the soft flesh into his mouth he bit to lay his mark and his claim over the lavender-eyed elf. Rowan whimpered in response to the small amount of pain, spreading his legs to invite and encompass his lover as Zevran’s hips sank down fitting to him like a puzzle.

“Zev, please,” Rowan whispered, fingers twining in golden hair holding his lover’s delicious mouth to his throat.

Unwilling to make either of them wait any longer Zevran reached for his trousers and pulled out a small, discreet vial. Removing the wax stopper with his thumbnail Zevran poured the precious small amount of oil into his palm and rubbed it over his eager erection. Then with what was left slicking his fingers he reached down and rubbed over his warden’s puckered ring of sensitive muscle. He eased his fingers inside, groaning at the tightness of the gripping, pulling portal. Rowan was more than ready. The warden’s panting moans interrupted the quiet afternoon-lit room.

“Ready for me, my dear warden?” Zevran murmured. Rowan’s lovely eyes looked up at him, blinking slowly with arousal.

“Hurry, Zevran. Please.”

Zevran maneuvered his hips into place. With one hand he reached down to guide himself into the hot, silky passage. Rowan moaned, his head rolling back on the plush rug. When Zevran was entirely seated inside his lover he breathed deeply controlling his urge to pound into his lovely rogue.

“Oh, my dear warden,” Zevran panted as he drew his hips back and sunk back into his lover’s gripping body. “You are my sweetest indulgence. My temptation.”

“Ah,” Rowan gasped. Reveling the feel of his blonde lover moving above him, inside him, breathing into their heated kisses, along his jaw, against his throat. “Please.”

“That’s it, amore,” Zevran breathed. “Let me hear your pleasure. Moan my name for me.”

“Mmmn,” Rowan hummed as his lover delved deeply into him, rubbing pleasure through him with each slow thrust.

Zevran angled his hips up and bumped against his warden’s sweet place. Rowan cried out, panting to catch his breath from the spike of arousal coursing through him.

“Zevran,” Rowan groaned when his devilish lover continued to rub and torture that pleasure spot. Fingers of one hand clenched in the blonde hair at the back of his assassin’s neck, the other hand gripping over the muscled back as Zevran moved above him.

Zevran quickened his pace, plunging deeply into his warden each time, on occasion stopping to rub that special place. Rowan cried out again loudly at one particularly deep thrust and the ex-crow smiled before kissing the panting, bruising lips.

Right then they heard barking outside in the hall. The booming sound was getting closer. Then, somewhere far away in the castle they could hear Alistair’s voice yelling some kind of nonsense. Rowan sighed as the booming bark of the approaching mabari interrupted their heated coupling.

“It seems his majesty has recruited your mabari to find you, my dear warden,” Zevran chuckled.

Rowan covered his face with both hands and groaned, all the while his dog drew closer.

“Damn it,” Rowan muttered. “Damn it, Alistair. He doesn’t play fair.”

Zevran chuckled. “I did my best, amore, but it seems at this rate we’ll be discovered for sure. The royal buffoon is more devious than I ever gave him credit for.”

Suddenly Rowan traded his frustrated frown for a grin. Zevran swore there must have even been a twinkle of mischief in the corner of those lovely eyes.

“Keep moving, Zev,” Rowan murmured, reaching up to embrace his lover once more. Neither had lost their arousal. It would certainly take more than Bane’s bark and risk of discovery to quell that heat. It seemed to make the blood flush more in fact.

Ever willing, Zevran moved. Pulling back till only the tip remained he plunged back in, and soon resumed his earlier rhythm. The Antivan elf smiled at his warden before leaning down and stealing a deep kiss.

“I admit,” Zevran panted. “This smile of yours most intrigues me.” He planted a kiss at the corner of that smirking mouth. “What’s up your sleeve?”

“Zevran, I have no sleeves,” Rowan murmured, squeezing around his lover’s length. The Antivan closed his eyes riding the wave of pleasure.

“Little minx,” Zevran whispered, looking down into Rowan’s lovely flushed face.

Rowan breathed a gentle laugh. “Now,” he said, “no more talking.”

Outside in the hall they could hear when Bane rounded the corner and raced down the corridor toward their hideaway. Not terribly far behind were the shouts of Alistair and his guards. But they had a small window of time before the men barged around the corner as well.

Zevran continued to move within his warden, kissing and laving his tongue over the entirety of Rowan’s delicious, mildly salty throat. He couldn’t care less if they were discovered, but knew the more modest and easily embarrassed alienage-born elf beneath him would blush scarlet from head to toe for months afterward if such a thing were to occur. As enticing a sight that would be, he would much rather spare his warden the humiliation and discomfort. An unhappy Warden Commander was a very unhappy Zevran. So, he couldn’t help but wonder what Rowan was planning.

When the large mabari skidded to a stop outside their door and began barking, Zevran winced, but continued to love his warden. Concentrated on massaging him inside and out as his hands roamed over the orange-haired elf’s torso. Rowan turned his head to the side and spoke softly. So softly that no one but Zevran and the dog’s hypersensitive hearing would pick it out of the commotion caused by the group of men barging around the corner.

“Bane,” Rowan said. “Bane, listen to me.”

The barking stopped. Zevran could imagine the beast’s large head tilting to the side to listen.

“Ha ha! We found them,” Alistair crowed from the hall.

“Bane, listen very carefully,” Rowan continued rather calmly in his soft voice. “You need to go to the kitchen, quickly. Noland told me he had a huge plate of table scraps for you.” Bane yipped.

“Are they in there?” Alistair asked the dog.

They heard the door handle jiggle. Zevran smirked into his lover’s throat. Angling his hips he rubbed over his warden’s sensitive place causing Rowan’s breath to hitch.

“Take Alistair with you,” Rowan managed, fighting not to groan out loud as Zevran purposefully stimulated that amazing mound of nerves. Rowan hit Zevran’s arm, pressing his face into the blonde’s shoulder to bite back his moans. He knew the evil elf was doing it on purpose--testing to see if Rowan could keep quiet with the king and his guards right outside discussing if they should find the key or break down the door.

Zevran smirked at his warden--continued to torture that pleasure place.

“Well, my fearless warden,” he whispered. “What is your plan now?”

“Mmmn,” Rowan bit his lip, shivering from the sweet torture. He took a deep breath to steady him. “Bane,” he spoke quietly to his dog. “Did I mention it was a really big plate of scraps?”

Bane let off a booming bark and took off down the hallway. Zevran and his trembling lover heard Alistair’s shocked exclamations and orders to follow that dog! The assassin laughed once it seemed safe to do so.

“My dear, you are evil,” he said, love and amusement evident in his voice.

“Teach him to try to use my own dog against me,” Rowan panted with a small lift at the corner of his delectable mouth. Zevran leaned down to capture that mouth with his and he savored the apple taste of his lover.

A moment later Rowan groaned, the sound on the verge of pain. “Zevran,” he breathed heavily. “No more, please, I can’t…”

Zevran watched his exhausted warden. Sweat glistened over his face and chest, his reddened cock swollen and dripping milky pearls of pre cum. His warden’s creamy thighs gripped him and trembled with the strain. The Antivan continued to over stimulate the sensitive nub for a little longer simply because he could and it pleased him to see his lover squirm. Finally when a desperate whimper escaped the pleasure-tortured elf, Zevran showed his warden mercy. Shifting his hips down Zevran continued thrusting into his warden’s hot channel, bypassing the source of Rowan’s distress. Rowan’s hands on his shoulders gripped harder. Zevran’s face pressed into the other’s neck, his hands sliding behind his lover’s lifted shoulders to tangle in the long orange hair. They were so close.

They moved and panted and moaned together, breathing in the scent of their bodies, their sweat, and their sex. Rowan turned his lips toward his lover‘s face. Zevran could feel the erotic heat of his warden’s breath panting in his pointed ear.

“Zev, please,” he said.

“I quite agree, amore,” Zevran panted.

One hand detached from silky hair and moved between them to grip Rowan’s weeping cock. Rowan cried out at the mere contact. A few gentle pumps from his lover’s talented hand and Rowan came. He gripped his Antivan lover to him even as his head whipped back with his cry. Hot, syrupy streams shot between them immediately smearing and sticking their stomachs together. Zevran didn’t stand a chance at holding out any longer against his warden’s contracting inner muscles. They gripped him and squeezed around him in tremulous waves, milking him of his own pleasure.

Zevran pulled from his sweet lover’s used body and lay next to him. He didn’t want to smother his hot and exhausted warden, but he draped an arm and leg over him unwilling to separate entirely.

After a while when they’d had time to catch their breath Zevran nuzzled into his warden’s hair.

“Don’t fall asleep,” he murmured. Rowan gave a soft hum of acquiescence. Zevran lifted his head and chuckled at the peaceful look over his warden’s face--eyes closed in sleep’s temptation. The blonde elf reached over and ran a finger down the far side of his warden’s soft face, unaware of the smile gracing his lips as he appreciated the beauty that was Rowan. “Come, lovely,” Zevran said quietly. “You really mustn’t sleep now. Our poor Alistair will fret and fail to appear at his own function looking for you.” He kissed Rowan’s kiss-swollen lips.

“I know,” Rowan murmured, blinking tired lavender eyes at his lover. “I’m so glad you’re here.” Zevran felt an aching in his heart. Witnessing the trust and honest love in his warden’s eyes was always so disarming. Zevran thanked whatever power was out there for leading him to his warden. After a lifetime not knowing love, he knew this had to be protected and cherished always.

“It’s my pleasure being here,” Zevran said.

Rowan leaned up and kissed him again briefly before they untangled and sat up to get dressed. When Rowan was pulling on his boots, Zevran leaned over.

“Noland will never forgive you for the ruckus going on in his kitchen right now,” Zevran said with a smirk.

Rowan laughed. “I know,” he said. “I’ll have to find some way to make it up to him. And Bane…I expect I’ll have to give him my own dinner for the next couple nights to earn his forgiveness.” Rowan smiled. “A worthy sacrifice for any small moment with you.”

When the warden turned his kind smile toward his lover the Antivan met him with a kiss that turned hungry and led them back down to the softness of the sun-warmed rug.

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