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Days passed and the pain was beginning to fade. Now when they were apart only a small feeling of unease plagued Cullen. He still had trouble focusing on his work, but that was more due to the fact that Dorian was all he could think about, not actual physical pain.
Their emotional connection, however, did not wane. Cullen could still feel Dorian’s emotions, though direct thoughts had to be deliberately sent.
Right then Dorian felt calm and this in turn made Cullen feel calm. He was able to concentrate on his work and made a considerable dent in the pile of papers that had accumulated on his desk.
He was glad for this when Dorian came busting through the door minutes later without knocking. He gave Cullen such a fright he nearly knocked over his glass of water as he was placing it back on the desk.
Dorian had a smile on his face, an aggressive, primal smile. Cullen knew exactly what he wanted, he could feel it, and it only made Cullen want the same thing.
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“If they don’t know we know, we can find them.” Once again Cole and Dorian were in the gardens. They had been spending a lot of time there recently.
“What are you talking about now, Cole?” Dorian sighed, voice exhibiting the tiniest hint of frustration at the vagueness.
“Voices loud in our heads, controlling, cut off from the other side. They can’t hear us, but we can hear them…” Cole did little to expand on the meaning behind these thoughts. “They wanted to help, but the magic was wrong. They didn’t understand. They just wanted to help, Dorian.”
“My dear Cole, would you mind terribly if I asked which head you’ve chosen to pick these lovely thoughts from?” Dorian mused. Something about what Cole was saying sounded oddly…familiar.
Cole just pointed in response. Dorian followed his finger to a group of mages that they had inherited from their alliance. A young one looked familiar, but he couldn’t quite place him.
Then it hit him. This was the boy that Cullen had yelled at. The boy that had cast the spell that accidentally hit them.
“Cole!” Dorian shouted. “Is that what this was?”
“What what was?” Cole asked, clearly confused. Dorian sighed in exasperation. Sometimes it was as though they weren’t having the same conversation.
“This! Between Cullen and I? I know you heard something the other day. Cullen’s thoughts in my head, mine in his. There was…an incident.”
“Pain at first, too much, then pleasure, humming, buzzing bodies, release like a rope when it snaps.” Cole’s stare was blank. “You didn’t care how it happened because it made you happy.”
“You’re right about that.” Dorian smiled, thinking of Cullen and their first night together. “Though it is nice to have some understanding. So it was a telepathy spell? To spy on the enemy?”
Cole nodded, his hat flopping wildly as he did.
“Thanks for helping me put the pieces together, Cole.” Dorian said and he was gone, leaving Cole alone, beaming at Dorian’s appreciation.
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Cullen’s office was cold. Sun was shining through the hole in the roof, but it was still cold, always cold. Dorian stretched slightly, rolling over and covering Cullen’s body with his own. Better. This handsome southerner is always warm.
Cullen kissed the top of Dorian’s head, stirring beneath him. “And this handsome northerner likes to wake me up with pleasant thoughts and with something even more pleasant…” Cullen was smiling as he rolled his hips against Dorian’s, bringing to attention the fact that Dorian’s erection was pressing against Cullen’s thigh.
“Mmm, yes, well I can’t blame it all on the morning, you are rather arousing.” Dorian grinned.
Cullen rolled Dorian back over so that he was on top of him, kissing his way down the silky, tan skin before him. He moved lazily down Dorian’s body, licking up his inner thigh as his cock twitched with interest.
“Someone’s eager today,” Cullen smirked, the scar on his lip moving upward.
“Always, someone’s eager always,” Dorian corrected him, his eyes closed. A small gasp escaped him as Cullen kissed the head of his cock, following the kiss with his tongue. When he took Dorian’s hardness in his mouth, Cullen moved slowly, taking him as deep as he could, his thumb rubbing the underside of Dorian’s swollen cock, fingers caressing his testicles. Dorian moaned, sounds growing needier by the second.
Cullen was still moving painfully slow and Dorian was whimpering, his body vibrating with excitement.
I love this man, but if he doesn’t speed up I might have to kill him. He was so aroused that he couldn’t focus and Dorian’s thought was transmitted before he could stop it.
Cullen sped up his movements ever so slightly. Dorian’s vision was blurring as he neared his end, breath coming out in short pants. He groaned as he came hard into Cullen’s mouth.
Dorian sighed, still breathing heavily. “What a lovely way to wake up.”
Cullen laughed sidling back up to cuddle with Dorian. “I love you, too, you know.”
And Dorian smiled at that. I do now, amatus.
For the first time in his life Cullen was thankful for magic. If it didn’t exist he wouldn’t have met Dorian. If it didn’t exist he wouldn’t have been hit by the spell that changed everything.