Are you tired of building up to the act? Do you sometimes wish for a chance to skip all the conversation and go straight for the experience?
In that case, rejoice! This hole meme was made for you!
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Your character is now in the middle of having sex! Any location, sexual position and level of undress is allowed, so knock yourself out with establishing the scene of your dreams.
Comment around! See if there's anyone else who posted a perfect scene for your character to fuck in.
Keep going and finish the act. Then go for another round or have fun with cuddling and afterplay.
[ Dorian's slept with plenty of men who know what they're doing with their hands and cocks and plenty who don't. Bull could probably rest on the sheer size of his laurels, but instead he seems to know precisely what to do to make Dorian unravel beneath him: a Tevinter Altus reduced to panting and mewling, rocking his hips back to meet Bull's thrusts.
Dorian means to ask Bull to touch him, his cock leaking precum all over the sheets, desperate for friction, but something else entirely leaves his lips. ]
[ That request - unprompted, not a demand, no need for Bull to drag the please out of him - it's perfect. Makes Bull's heart stutter in his chest, punches a groan out of him. He does it, no hesitation. Fucks Dorian harder, just as he asked. The bed is creaking under them - the sounds of their bodies slapping together mingling with it, with Bull's grunts. He grabs at Dorian's cock, pumping him roughly as he fucks him. ]
Bull - [ Humiliating, how quickly Dorian spills into Bull's hand once he touches him, in tandem with a perfect thrust against his prostate: with barely a warning, like an inexperienced boy. His hole clenches around Bull's cock, his thighs well and truly shaking, body so slick with sweat he's certain he's drenching the sheets.
He thinks, deliriously, with his own cock still pulsing under Bull's rough touch, that he could get addicted to this - could spend the rest of the week in Bull's bed and not get enough. ]
[ He knew Dorian was close, but he still has to grit his teeth and hold on tight to keep from coming right along with him, to make sure he draws out Dorian's pleasure as long as he can, keeps fucking him through it.
It's only when Dorian is finished, his cock beginning to soften under Bull's touch, his body beginning to relax, that Bull presses him down into the mattress and starts chasing his own pleasure. ]
That's it, so good for me, c'mon -
[ Only a few more rough thrusts and he comes with a grunt, hips pressed flush to Dorian's ass as he twitches and pulses inside. ]
[ It's rare that Dorian is rendered speechless, but all he has for Bull are moans (loud, so they could easily be overheard - Skyhold's acoustics are not forgiving) and incoherent syllables that don't quite form words, somewhere between Tevene and Common.
Impossible that Bull could feel any bigger inside him, but somehow he does when he comes, hot and thick and filling Dorian to the brim. Dorian just pants through it, limbs not quite liquid but close, sweat and saliva co-mingling on the sheets where his face is pressed. ]
[ Even through his climax, Bull is self-aware enough not to just crush Dorian under his weight. He remains braced above the other man, shuddering through it, keeping Dorian pinned in place. It nearly whites out his vision, he comes so hard - been a while since he had one this good. But finally, finally, he sucks in a breath, relaxing a little as his softening cock slips out of him.
Bull makes a quiet, pleased noise at the sight, of Dorian sweaty and spent, his ass red from the slaps, Bull's come dripping from his hole. Bull presses a thumb there, another faint hum, then he's up and away - to clean himself, grab a couple of things, and let Dorian catch his breath. ]
[ There's ringing in Dorian's ears, sparks behind his eyes as Bull keeps him pinned to the bed through his orgasm. The weight of him feels - good, and immense, and when he finally pulls out Dorian lets go of a soft moan at the loss, legs finally collapsing as he folds onto the mattress.
He catches his breath, eyes closed, listening to Bull putter around the room, voice raw when he finds it: ]
If you leave me tied up like this all night, I'll kill you.
[ Dorian's not sure if he can feel his hands, but he's also not so sure he can feel anything at the moment. ]
[ Bull doesn’t respond to the empty threat. It doesn’t warrant a response. Besides, he’s busy. He cleans himself quickly, then grabs a jar of salve, pours a glass of water, dampens a clean cloth.
He still says nothing as he rejoins Dorian on the bed. Now, his touches are gentle - remarkably so, for someone his size. He does unbind Dorian’s hands. Runs the damp cloth over his skin, between his legs, cleaning the mess there. ]
C’mere.
[ It’s easy enough, for Bull to shift Dorian around, pull him into the circle of his arms. Again, still gentle, caring. He holds the glass of water to Dorian’s lips. If he can take it himself, he’s welcome to. If not, Bull will help. ]
[ Dorian is unprepared for the way all the strength leaves his limbs once Bull unbinds him, starts to clean him up. He'd protest - his ass is throbbing, from the smacks and how hard Bull fucked him, and normally it would be a point of pride not to let someone wipe him down - but his head is somewhere else for the moment, floaty and soft at the edges.
So he lets Bull maneuver him, the sweat cooling on his skin and leaving him briefly shivering, leaning into Bull's heat. His wrists ache, covered in red marks from the rope, and he lets Bull help him with the water, some of it dripping down his chin. He's parched.
This is more vulnerable than being tied up and fucked into the mattress, somehow. Dorian settles himself into Bull's lap, leaning against his shoulder as he comes back down to earth.
[ Bull gets it. It's why this part is so important. Fucking is fucking. But there's something raw and vulnerable about giving yourself over to someone, trusting them completely. He respects anyone who does it. Especially someone as proud as Dorian.
Besides, it's not like he would ever actually injure the guy. Not without permission. ]
Mmmh.
[ He affirms that thanks, setting the glass aside when Dorian is done with it, reaching for the jar. It smells vaguely minty when he opens it. ]
This is a salve. For your wrists, and anything else that might be sore.
[ He begins gently rubbing some of it into the red marks on Dorian's skin. ]
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Dorian means to ask Bull to touch him, his cock leaking precum all over the sheets, desperate for friction, but something else entirely leaves his lips. ]
Harder. Please.
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That's it. Just for me.
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He thinks, deliriously, with his own cock still pulsing under Bull's rough touch, that he could get addicted to this - could spend the rest of the week in Bull's bed and not get enough. ]
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[ He knew Dorian was close, but he still has to grit his teeth and hold on tight to keep from coming right along with him, to make sure he draws out Dorian's pleasure as long as he can, keeps fucking him through it.
It's only when Dorian is finished, his cock beginning to soften under Bull's touch, his body beginning to relax, that Bull presses him down into the mattress and starts chasing his own pleasure. ]
That's it, so good for me, c'mon -
[ Only a few more rough thrusts and he comes with a grunt, hips pressed flush to Dorian's ass as he twitches and pulses inside. ]
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Impossible that Bull could feel any bigger inside him, but somehow he does when he comes, hot and thick and filling Dorian to the brim. Dorian just pants through it, limbs not quite liquid but close, sweat and saliva co-mingling on the sheets where his face is pressed. ]
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Bull makes a quiet, pleased noise at the sight, of Dorian sweaty and spent, his ass red from the slaps, Bull's come dripping from his hole. Bull presses a thumb there, another faint hum, then he's up and away - to clean himself, grab a couple of things, and let Dorian catch his breath. ]
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He catches his breath, eyes closed, listening to Bull putter around the room, voice raw when he finds it: ]
If you leave me tied up like this all night, I'll kill you.
[ Dorian's not sure if he can feel his hands, but he's also not so sure he can feel anything at the moment. ]
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He still says nothing as he rejoins Dorian on the bed. Now, his touches are gentle - remarkably so, for someone his size. He does unbind Dorian’s hands. Runs the damp cloth over his skin, between his legs, cleaning the mess there. ]
C’mere.
[ It’s easy enough, for Bull to shift Dorian around, pull him into the circle of his arms. Again, still gentle, caring. He holds the glass of water to Dorian’s lips. If he can take it himself, he’s welcome to. If not, Bull will help. ]
You should drink.
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So he lets Bull maneuver him, the sweat cooling on his skin and leaving him briefly shivering, leaning into Bull's heat. His wrists ache, covered in red marks from the rope, and he lets Bull help him with the water, some of it dripping down his chin. He's parched.
This is more vulnerable than being tied up and fucked into the mattress, somehow. Dorian settles himself into Bull's lap, leaning against his shoulder as he comes back down to earth.
Softly, without the usual bite, ]
Thank you.
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Besides, it's not like he would ever actually injure the guy. Not without permission. ]
Mmmh.
[ He affirms that thanks, setting the glass aside when Dorian is done with it, reaching for the jar. It smells vaguely minty when he opens it. ]
This is a salve. For your wrists, and anything else that might be sore.
[ He begins gently rubbing some of it into the red marks on Dorian's skin. ]