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Cor came to slowly. He remembered only fragments of what had happened. A darkspawn attack, or had it been the Crows? It could have been both, his head was so murky, but they had been winning the fight, hadn’t they? He and Zevran—
He jerked hard, eyes suddenly wide open as he reached for his daggers—or tried to. But his daggers weren’t there, or his hands weren’t. He tried again, only to feel himself tilt dangerously to one side before something was yanking in the other direction, and then the chair was upright.
The chair was upright, and Cor along with it, because he was tied to it. Firmly tied, he realized as he struggled against the knots. Whoever it was that had tied him was no new hand at keeping even the wiliest of captives in check.
He turned his head again, searching the room for any sign of who had captured him when his eyes finally rested on a thin figure leaning against the wall, a grin spreading across his face.
“Awake already, dear warden? I’ll admit I am a little bit surprised, I thought I’d have a bit longer to get things ready before you were awake enough for what I have planned…” Zevran chuckled, stepping over to another chair set across the room from Cor, lounging in it with one leg up over the arm, flashing just a hint of thigh from under the edge of his leather skirt. “You ready to listen to the rules of today’s little game?”
Cor gave a huff of laughter, shrugging his shoulders as much as he could. “I think you’d say I’m a captive audience.”
Zevran’s smile twinkled in the lamplight. “That you are, my dear warden. A captive audience just for me. At any rate, that’s half the rules already. Be my audience. No telling me what to do, no breaking yourself out of my bonds. That’s a very expensive Antivan silk rope, you know. Exclusive. Proprietary to the Crows. Beyond that… Enjoy the show.”
Cor couldn’t help but shake his head in amusement. “Eyes on you, don’t break your pretty new rope, keep quiet… I can probably manage two out of three,” he said with a smirk.
“Which is precisely why I didn’t say to keep quiet. You can be as loud as you like, so long as it is just appreciative, darling.” The smirk on Zevran’s face softened as he spoke, until it was just a soft, sentimental smile. It didn’t last long, however, before he was pushing himself up in his chair, meeting Cor’s eye with purpose. “Now… how should I begin…?”
Cor didn’t bother replying, simply quirking an eyebrow at his lover, pleased to be met with another peal of Zevran’s bright laughter.
“Very good, very good. Following instructions already. I suppose then, let’s start with a treat.”
Zevran stayed seated as he moved, sliding forward to the front of the chair as his arms slipped behind him. He made quick work of the buckles holding his pauldrons, his chest piece, tossing the leather aside without his usual care. Then he stretched his arms above him, arching his back and spreading his legs, leaving Cor with a feast of revealed skin to rest his eyes on. He didn’t know where to look first, the thighs he loved to sink his teeth into, the hips that still bore the bruises from their last intense bout of sex, or maybe his chest, where golden rings glinted with the flickering light.
“Oh, a good choice,” Zevran murmured, his still-gloved hands falling to cup his chest. “I told you they would look pretty with a hint of gold, didn’t I?”
“You did, though if I remember correctly, I never argued.”
Zevran laughed, ending in a gasp as he squeezed his own chest hard. “Of course not. Why would you argue with such a- ah!- perfect idea.” Zevran groaned, letting leather clad fingers tweak the golden rings, pulling harder with each stroke. It was for show, Cor was sure, but he also knew that was part of the appeal for Zevran. Tonight, that fact was made even more obvious by the tenting in Zevran’s leather skirt that grew with each exaggerated moan.
“Fuck,” Cor groaned, feeling his own cock twitching in response at the sight.
“Excited already?” Zevran gave the rings what Cor knew was a truly painful tug. “We’ve only just begun.”
“You’re one to talk,” Cor bit back, giving Zevran’s own stiff cock a pointed look.
“Well, yes,” Zevran smirked as he ran one hand down his toned abs and over his thigh to the edge of his leather skirt. “But unlike someone, there’s nothing stopping me from getting myself off as many times as I’d like.”
Cor could feel Zevran’s gaze on his face, watching his reaction, but he couldn’t look up to meet his eye. Not when Zevran’s hand was pushing up the leather skirt to show off his cock, standing proud between them for a moment before Zevran was wrapping his fist around it, leather and all.
“Braska,” Zevran muttered under his breath, his hand moving in a jerking stroke. “You have no idea how good this feels, Cor. The leather is so soft, but- oh- it is so rough, too. Much like you, hm? Always so rough with your dear companion.”
“Zev-” Cor wasn’t sure what he was about to say. Any words were forgotten with the sight of Zevran spitting down onto his cock, working his spit into his skin with steady strokes.
“It feels almost as good as you do. The only thing it really has that you don’t is, mmm, the smell. Not that I am complaining about yours. Blood and guts and sweat, you know how much I love the smell of that.” Zevran was panting, now, each stroke of his cock becoming easier with the precome that dripped from his tip, gathered up by a swipe of his thumb before being spread down his shaft in a glistening line.
“Then again,” Zevran squeezed the base of his cock, waiting for Cor to look up and meet his eye before continuing. “Is it the leather that feels so good? Or perhaps it’s an effect of the cocktail I dosed myself with to try and keep up with you.”
Cor’s eyes widened, “You didn’t.”
“Oh, I didn’t?” Zevran laughed, arching his back again so he could lean back in the chair, stroking his cock once more as his other hand began toying at his nipples again. “Then it must just be, mmm, all that delicious grey warden cock I’ve been eating. Your stamina is wearing off on me.”
“Zevran, please,” Cor said, his hands in fists where they were tied, far too imobile. Just the thought of it, Zevran dosing himself with something in an attempt to keep up with Cor’s stamina was an enticing thought. To think he had done so and deliberately made Cor promise not to do more than watch? His arousal throbbed with painful insistence at the thought.
“Ah ah ah. No breaking free, remember? Though- fuck- I do suppose begging isn’t telling me what to do, is it? Are you going to beg for me?” Zevran groaned as both his hands moved with determination. “You can tell me what you want, if it’s begging.”
“I want to do everything,” Cor replied. “Fuck, Zev, I want to put my mouth on you, please, to touch you. To feel your- fuck- your gloves, slick with arousal as you smear it on my cock. Please, Zev, anything. Anything so long as I can feel you, please.”
“Well, since you ask so nicely…” Zevran stilled his hands with another low groan. “Who am I to refuse the hero of Fereldan?”
“Zevran–”
“I know, I know, no more teasing, ‘just Cor’.” Zevran stood, letting Cor appreciate for a moment the sight of his leather skirt tented once more with his arousal. Then, the skirt was dropping away, leaving Zevran clothed in only his gloves and boots. He was still an entrancing sight, just as beautiful as he had been when they had first met, even with the additional scars Cor knew all the stories to.
It only took two steps for Zevran to reach his side, and not much longer for his hands to reach into Cor’s pants and free his thick cock. “It almost makes me want to break my own rules, but no. I’m still putting on a show for you.”
Zevran grinned as he settled his knees on either side of Cor’s broad hips, leaving his ass pressing against his cock. Like this, Cor could feel so much of him as Zevran ground his hips down. Including the tell-tale slide that meant Zevran had already opened himself, just waiting for the opportunity to slide down Cor’s cock.
“Zevran, please,” Cor murmured, leaning forward as much as he could to catch one of the glistening nipple rings in his teeth. “I need you.”
He tugged harshly on the caught ring, and Zevran fell forward with a gasp, his arms barely catching himself on the back of Cor’s chair.
“Cor–” Zevran groaned, grinding his hips more insistently against Cor’s hard, thick cock. “I know, I know. Rushing things won’t– fuck.”
Zevran’s hips stuttered as Cor’s teeth tugged at the ring again, bringing Zevran’s chest close enough to mouth at it, digging his teeth into the flesh with his own groan of desire.
“Well, maybe rushing things will,” Zevran mumbled, reaching behind him to grab Cor’s cock and hold it still. Cor gave a shudder of his own as rough-leather clad fingers stroked his cock, aiming it perfectly so Zevran could lean back and it would sink into his tight heat. There were more words falling from Zevran’s lips, but Cor couldn’t hear them over the sound of his own pulse beating louder than the drums of darkspawn in his ears.
Finally–all too soon–Zevran was fully seated on his cock, taking Cor to the hilt in one long push. It was exquisite, a divine torture, to feel Zevran squeezing around him when Cor couldn’t grasp his hips or push him down to fuck him properly.
“You know, I do not think I thought this all the way through,” said Zevran, panting for breath as he slowly moved his hips.
“Oh? What part?” Cor asked with his own breathless laugh.
“The part where–oh!–I might come just from your cock inside me. I did not expect it to be so…”
Cor groaned, shifting his hips as best he could against the bindings and the weight of Zevran pinning him down. “And here I thought you knew how much you liked my cock, Zev. Surprised, after all this time?”
“Don’t talk like that. You know I love your cock, it’s one of my favorite things about you, after your skill with gutting a man.” Zevran shifted his hips again, clenching tightly around Cor’s cock, causing them both to moan. “Need I remind you that there are drugs involved this time? They make things, ah, much faster than previously anticipated.”
“You said-” Cor said, giving up on being able to help Zevran fuck himself on his cock, instead focusing on getting his lips and tongue over every inch of hot, sweaty skin he could reach from Zevran’s chest to his neck. “You said it would help with stamina. To keep up with me. Are you going to test that? Come on my cock and see if you can keep going until your the one fucking me?”
Zevran squeezed tightly around him again, lifting his hips just enough to let them fall with a rough exhale of hot breath against Cor’s ear. “Is that what you want? To feel me come around you more than once, and still fuck you after?”
Cor grinned, turning his face to catch Zevran’s mouth in a bruisingly hard kiss, channeling all the fight he was holding back into biting at Zevran’s lips, demanding more with each soothing pass of his tongue. “Please, Zev, please come on my cock, and come again before fucking your come into me.”
Zevran cursed, crying out with a full body shudder as he came, clenching so tightly around Cor’s thick cock, he knew he was on the brink already as well.
“You play dirty, Cor.” Zevran panted once he had come down from his orgasm. His lips were softer, almost gentle when they pressed a kiss against Cor’s jaw. “But don’t forget, I’m an Antivan Crow. We invented playing dirty.”
Zevran pulled back, pushing himself up by bracing himself against Cor’s shoulders until their eyes met again. Cor grinned, his lips twitching into a smirk that matched his lover’s before Zevran was leaning down for another filthy kiss.
“It’s time for round two.”