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[undwarfy]

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[undwarfy]

The kiss, the dirty talk, the hands, the mouth- it was all driving Varric mad; he fisted both hands in the bedcovers and moaned out a steady dream of gasps, groans, and speech. Inspired by Fenris's own filthy mouth, Varric found himself resting his hands on Fenris's head and saying things like, "Don't know if I should fuck your mouth or your ass next time. Too bad you can't do both at the same time, I- shit - I bet you'd like that."

The stream of profanity started to trail off into disorganized cursing, blasphemies, ragged moans and shaking hands. There was tension building everywhere, all the want and need he felt ever since the elf walked into his room. There was heat, a red flush creeping down his chest, his heels dug into the mattress and head was thrown back in a groan.

[lyriumclaws]

His next words likely didn't help:

"I want to taste you when you cum."

And then he was there again, taking Varric deep and moaning while he held him there. This was perfect. When he wasn't the one maddened with sensation and lust, he could say all those wants that had crept into his mind. And with his mouth doing the work, it freed his hand to slide up over Varric's stomach and chest and graze his fingernails back down. Oh Maker but he wanted to do this, see this, every day.

[undwarfy]

Those next words had Varric shuddering, any attempt at speech fracturing into breathless moans that ripped out of him helplessly. He slid into desperation quickly, breath going shallow and ragged, hands moving restlessly from hair to cheeks to bed to hand to head again. The heat, the wetness, the humming moan around his cock, seeing Fenris's lips wrapped around him, remembering how it felt to have him come in his hand- fuck, he coudn't hold on any longer. Soon he was fisting both hands in Fenris's hair, holding on tight as he came down Fenris's throat with a ragged cry, hips jerking unevenly no matter how he tried to still them. His climax went on and on, far longer than a human's, and all the while he moaned with the helpless desperation of a dying man.

[lyriumclaws]

He had never been with a dwarf before, but in that moment, that wasn't what he was thinking. Yes, the climax was long, but more than that - it was amazing. The sounds he made, the way he gripped his hair, the involuntary movement of his hips...

And he had done that. He had unraveled him that way and kaffas, it was a beautiful sight. One hand held on to Varric's thigh, the other pressing fingernail marks into his shoulder as he rode it out, swallowing every drop until he was finally sure Varric was done. And then, when he came up, he looked like the cat that had eaten the canary, still licking his lips.

[undwarfy]

Varric was still panting when Fenris came up and licked his lips. The sight made him shiver; he reached down and brushed a drop of come off the elf's swollen lips. Unthinkingly he drew his hand back and licked his thumb, eyes still locked with Fenris the whole time.

"Damn, Broody, you're- amazing."

[lyriumclaws]

That sight had him biting his lower lip, tasting the spot Varric had touched. How had he lived without this? How hadn't he and Varric found one another sooner?

He crawled up Varric's body and nestled himself - slender, tan, and satisfied - against Varric's side, lips near his ear. "And this is just the first time," he murmured. "Imagine what else I can do."

He'd been afraid of being pushed away. That this would only be sex and nothing more. The kisses had dispelled that notion.

[undwarfy]

"Mm, can't," he muttered, pulling the blankets over them both with a satisfied little hum. "Your head explodes one time, and suddenly the laundry fee around here triples. I'm not making that mistake again."

Varric himself was wondering similar things: how he'd gone his whole life without trying this, how he'd gone years without realizing what he and Broody could have had between them. Shit, if those stupid markings were what brought them together, then he'd send those damn lyrium doodles a fruit basket.

Just the markings. Not the person who made them. The markings themselves didn't ask to exist.

At some point, Varric didn't realize he was staring off into nothing. He was too busy lost in an extremely stupid train of thought.

[lyriumclaws]

How long had it been since he'd curled in with someone this way? How long since he'd wanted to? He nuzzled against Varric's jaw and gave warm little kisses as he settled there, his arm draped around Varric's waist. This, he thought, was how life should feel. Warm, sated, hopeful, with the security of a roof over his head, and trusted arms around him. What he'd done to deserve it, he wasn't sure, but he had no intent of letting go.

"Rest, amasio mei," he whispered. "I can't wait to kiss you good morning."

[undwarfy]

The kisses knocked him out of his idiotic thought train and he kissed back, peppering a soft rain of kisses over his forehead, his cheeks, his nose, those ridiculous little ears.

"Night, Broody," he mumbled, only bothering to move enough to blow out the nearest candle. The rest of the room's light was from the fireplace, and fuck trying to put that out.

With that, he drew Fenris a little closer to him and faded off to sleep.