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Kiss Prompt: Wet kisses after seeking refuge from the rain, featuring my beloved friend @tessa1972 's David Trevelyan and Dorian! This was supposed to be a kissy prompt, but it swiftly turned into a smutty prompt, because I love those boys so much :)

Also: Happy (very very belated) birthday, Tessa!! <3

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(Smut under the cut!)

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“Where are the others?”

Dorian glanced about him. All he could see was trees, trees and more trees. Oh, and some bushes. And some goats grazing in the distance. A more bucolic view he would be hard-pressed to find, and the rain clouds hovering above did not make it any better. What did make it better, however, was David’s back, that was just a few paces ahead of him, peeking out from behind a wide ash tree trunk. The leather coat he was wearing was a snug fit, following the curve of his spine, sewn to highlight his strong shoulders. Dorian made a mental note to thank whoever had made it for him.

“They must have taken the left turn at the crossroads,” David replied, turning to glance at him over his shoulder. His cheeks were flushed from the chill breeze, a strand of dark brown hair clinging to the sweat on his brow. The smile his lips were quirking in was warm and reassuring. His ability to smile even in that wasteland of a place was a mystery Dorian could hardly decipher. “We’ll find them soon.”

“I’m sure we will.” Dorian drew closer. “Can’t say I’m looking forward to another half day of listening to Blackwall making crude jokes with Sera, but here we are.”

"I quite like his jokes, actually." David chuckled softly, taking Dorian’s hand in his. "They make me laugh. And so do your jokes.”

Dorian gasped. “Are you comparing my jokes to those of that hairy lummox? I expected more from you,” he said, playfully jabbing his side with his finger.

“It was merely an observation!” David laughed, pulling him close. “You know I love your jokes.”

“No, no. Can’t win me over now. Don’t even try.” Dorian wiggled away with a smirk, walking a little way ahead. “Are you coming? I can feel my dinner calling me, and I want to find these quarries as soon as possible.”

They hadn’t gone a few steps before the peel of thunder echoed around them.

“I think it’s about to rain,” David said. Before he had even finished his sentence, a couple raindrops fell on Dorian’s head. A few minutes later, it was like the sky had split in half, and they were both running through the woods, seeking refuge. It wasn’t long before David grabbed his hand, pulling him towards a cave in the hollow of some tall rocks. “There,” he panted once they’d crossed the threshold. “We should be safe here until the rain abates.”

Dorian walked in, shaking the rain from his cloak. Which was a futile task, soaked as he was to the bone. He threaded his fingers through his wet hair, pushing them off his brow with a huff. “Dratted South and dratted southern weather,” he mumbled under his breath, wiping rain from his eyelashes.

David was just as soaked as he was, but he seemed in much better spirits than Dorian. “It’s not so bad,” he said with a smile, squinting at the sky beyond the cave opening. “It should stop soon. I’ll build us a fire and we’ll be dry in no time." He walked over to the far end of the cave where a few forgotten pieces of wood lay, and immediately went to work setting them aflame. His flint and dagger were soaked, which made it impossible for a fire to catch on the dusty logs.

Dorian snapped his fingers, and the firewood was promptly aglow. "How you're so calm about this, I’ll never understand," he muttered, trying in vain to curl the ends of his moustache. "We both look like we just took a dip in a lake with our clothes on!"

David simply shrugged with a smile, warming his hand before the fire. "Sudden rain like this happens all the time in the Marches. It reminds me of home.”

“Of course it does,” Dorian huffed, but he couldn’t help the smile that blossomed on his lips. David’s cheerfulness was always infectious to him. “The Marches sound like a dreadful place.”

David stood up and walked up to him, his smile widening. There was water clinging to his eyelashes, dripping from his hair, arcing slowly down his cheeks. “You should come and visit one day,” he said softly, his hand snaking around his waist. “I’m sure you’ll love it.”

“I very much doubt it,” Dorian replied cheekily, letting himself be drawn to him, hypnotised by the look in his violet eyes. “But I know I’ll enjoy the company.”

David let out a soft, throaty chuckle, brushing his lips over his. The raindrops on his lips tasted like fresh soil and pine, light and crisp on Dorian’s tongue. He sighed softly, linking his arms behind his neck to pull him closer. “You said something about drying our clothes?” he whispered, running his palm down David’s shoulder.

“Mmhmm.” David smiled against his lips, walking him back against the cave wall. “I’m afraid that will involve taking them off.”

“A pity,” Dorian sighed, popping the first button of David’s coat open. “I do like the way this coat looks on you. But-” He worked another button open, smoothing the coat back over David’s shoulder, “-I like the way it looks off you even more.”

David unbuttoned the rest of his coat with a smirk, peeling it slowly off his back. His white shirt was soaked, clinging to his skin, transparent. “What a coincidence. I could say the same for your clothes.”

Dorian closed his teeth over David’s bottom lip, eliciting a muffled groan. “First you say my jokes are crude. Then you say you like my clothes better when they’re off me.” His fingers slithered in David’s hair, tugging softly. “Someone needs to be taught manners, it seems.”

“Looking forward to it,” David chuckled, his hand slithering under Dorian’s robes. “You are a phenomenal instructor.”

“There you go. That’s better already.”

David leaned in for a kiss, his tongue warm and sweet against Dorian’s own. Dorian leaned in to his touch, melting in his arms- his strong arms, that he could feel through the damp fabric of his shirt. Firm and taut muscles under smooth skin. The definition of his shoulders, the contours of his back. Dorian let himself be pressed back against the wall, pinned between the cold, smooth rock and David’s body. Deft fingers worked the latches of his belt open, then the top of his robes was pushed over his shoulder to expose his bare skin. A shiver ran up Dorian’s spine when David’s lips left his to leave a wet trail of kisses on his already damp skin, his tongue warm against the cool raindrops.

“Think the others will be looking for us?” he asked breathlessly, tugging at the laces of David’s breeches. Instead of a response, David hummed softly, pushing Dorian’s robes open at the waist, his calloused fingers skimming his waist.

“I’m sure they’ll be fine without us,” he whispered, drawing Dorian off the wall and lowering them both down to the ground close to the fire. The stone floor was cold to the touch and hard against his back when he lay down on it, but when David hovered over him, his soaked strands brushing his face, droplets from it running down his neck, Dorian couldn’t care a fig about that.

“You know best,” he said with a smirk as he drew David’s lips down to his again.

David’s laugh was warm against his skin, raising every hair on Dorian’s body on end. He bit his lip down hard when David moved lower, his tongue running down the tendons of his throat, lapping up the water that had gathered in the dip of his collarbone. He watched, breathless, as David moved lower still, kissing and nipping at the skin of his chest, his stomach, before gently pulling his smallclothes down and off. Another sigh escaped him when David’s breath brushed past his length, then his eyes rolled back when David’s lips closed over the top of his shaft.

“Ah- yes-” He hummed at the back of his throat, his hips rolling up despite himself, seeking that wet, velvet warmth. He always loved the way David touched him, the way he could make him tear at the seams with just the barest of caresses. Soft and tender, careful and loving, knowing just what he liked. Long, slick, agile fingers pushed inside him, stretching him. It wasn’t long before he was breathless and panting, rocking between David’s fingers and his tongue.

Dorian bit back a sigh when David slid his lips slowly off his cock, pushing himself up on his knees. He peeled his wet shirt off him slowly, his muscles flexing as he moved. Dorian bit his lip, letting his gaze roam over David’s form. He smoothed his palms down David’s sides, brushing his fingers over strong muscles and old scars. It was a wonder, David’s body; long, fluid lines, wide planes and sharp angles, smooth skin and jagged scars. He let his fingers glide over a raised patch on his arm as he watched in fascination while David undid the laces of his breeches and pushed them down and off him. Dorian sighed when he ran his fist slowly down David’s length- long and smooth like polished marble.

“I’ve been thinking about this all day,” he said breathlessly, watching as David’s head fell back on a moan.

“So have I,” David whispered, reaching in his pouch and removing a small vial of oil. He dropped some on his fingers, smoothing it over his length. “It’s hard to think of anything else when I’m around you.”

Dorian let out a small laugh, shivering slightly when David hovered over him once more, angling himself at his entrance. “Is your mind always in the gutter?” he mused, running his fingers through David’s wet hair, brushing his strands behind his ear.

“You are always on my mind,” David said softly, running his tongue over Dorian’s lips as he gently pushed inside him. “That could hardly be called ‘gutter’, don’t you think?”

Instead of a response, Dorian buried his face in his neck, muffling his moans against his skin. He always felt so good, the way he stretched and filled him, the weight of his body on him, his musky smell enveloping him. Dorian arched underneath him, rocking against him, taking more of him in. “Amatus-”

David moaned softly, his tongue delving deep into his mouth as he picked up his pace, thrusting more and more urgently. Dorian wrapped his legs around his waist, pulling him close as his arms ran over his muscular back. He shivered when David’s lips slid to his ear, biting gently down on his earlobe. “You’re beautiful,” David whispered. “You’re so beautiful, my love.”

Dorian tightened his hold on him, hugging him close. His heart was beating furiously with the tenderness in David’s voice, the softness of his breath against his ear, the warmth and pleasure he was driving into him. “You are, too,” he managed through his moans, “David- oh, David-”

Blinding white light exploded behind his eyelids, warmth flooding his senses as he shuddered, pressing tightly against David’s body. It wasn’t long before David followed him over the edge, releasing his rapture in a guttural groan against Dorian’s throat.

They both collapsed on the ground, their panting breaths mingling with the sound of the rain and thunder from outside. With their chests pressed against each other’s, Dorian could almost feel David’s heart beating inside his own ribcage. He smiled, nuzzling David’s ear, linking his ankles around his waist. “Think the rain will keep for another day or two?”

David hummed softly, pressing a kiss on Dorian’s neck before lifting his face to look at him. “Since when do you want the rain to last longer?”

Dorian's lips curled in a smirk, and he pushed a strand of chestnut hair behind David’s ear. “Since it lets me have you all to myself.”

“We’ll stay here for as long as you like, then.” David huffed a laugh, leaning down to kiss him deeply. “I’m all yours.”

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