Iron Bull/Dorian - Outdoor fail!sex
anonymous
December 25 2014, 03:31:49 UTC
Iron Bull, still riding the high of battle, is incredibly horny and wants to have his wicked way with Dorian right there behind some bushes while the Inquisitor and the others are busy elsewhere.
Dorian is less than receptive. It's cold. The ground is hard. There are bugs. He's going to ruin his clothes.
Basically, Iron Bull tries to be all sexy and domineering, and Dorian just shits all over that. Because fuck, he's not having sex in the dirt like some animal. If Bull wants to get some, he's going to have to provide a proper bed.
FILL: Rough 'N Tumble 1/2 - Iron Bull/Dorian - Outdoor fail!sex
anonymous
December 26 2014, 07:13:57 UTC
"Kadan." The Bull glances around, eyeing the dense folige around them with a odd gleam in his eye. The Graves are lousy with plants, every shade of green assaulting the unsuspecting eye in every direction. Right now, though, The Bull is watching the Inquisitor and Varric traipsing further back into the cave on their six, recessed into one of the rock faces that litter this place. He isn't concerned--they've just spent over an hour cleaning the place out--and now it is time to loot. A long, admittedly tedious process that typically involves the dwarf cracking wise whilst the Inquisitor seriously investigates the merits of one pair of trousers versus the pair on the next bloke they'd murdered. It is often a long process, one the Qunari was not keen on just then. "Hey, Kadan." His gravelly voice is a whisper almost lost in the insessant shushing of leaves
( ... )
FILL: Rough 'N Tumble 2/2 - Iron Bull/Dorian - Outdoor fail!sex
anonymous
December 26 2014, 07:15:35 UTC
Dorian stared down The Iron Bull with all the noble disdain his well-toned ass could muster, disbelief in the suggestion (really, the nerve!) apparent in every bit of his posture. "No, Bull, I will not be getting pounced upon in the middle of the woods." He barely gets the words out before the Qunari steals his thunder, pressing him bodily against the cliff face. Dorian yelps at the cold rock's frigid embrace but that, too, gets cut short as his lover's lips descend over his own, insistent but still gentle. Through no small amount of wriggling Dorian gets his lips free, even as his wrists get pinned above his head in one of the Qunari's large palms. He has no such success freeing them as Bull's other hand begins wandering
( ... )
Dorian is less than receptive. It's cold. The ground is hard. There are bugs. He's going to ruin his clothes.
Basically, Iron Bull tries to be all sexy and domineering, and Dorian just shits all over that. Because fuck, he's not having sex in the dirt like some animal. If Bull wants to get some, he's going to have to provide a proper bed.
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