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Fenris shakes his head and holds up a hand when Aedan tries to return the bottle. "Keep it, it's yours."

He probably has something stronger downstairs, but if the Warden was content enough with the wine, then he was welcome to it. It's not like he actually paid for most of what was in the collection anyway and getting Aedan drunk seems a good enough cause.

Taking up his own already opened bottle, he turns his attention to the sword propped against the wall nearby. It's been properly cleaned and cared for since its use out in the forest earlier in the day. He could make up some lie, tell him it was a gift from Hawke or some other nonsense, but why bother.

He takes a drink. "Tevinter. I... liberated it--and myself--from a magister there some years ago. This estate was once his as well, or it belonged to someone in his employ. I doubt he has much to do with Kirkwall these days, which suits me fine."

Aedan is surprised. He hadn't expected Fenris to have been a slave. He knew Tinvinter had slaves, everyone in Thedas knew it but he thought they were all house servants, cooks and maids, no warriors. He does a terrible job of hiding his surprise.

"I, uh, feel like I shouldn't call it a fine weapon now." Aedan looks sheepish and takes another gulp of wine to cover his fuax paus. "During the Blight I liberated some elves being sold into slavery. It's as close as I've ever come to the subject so forgive me for stumbling over my tongue like an idiot."

He hadn't meant to make him uncomfortable, but it was the common reaction to such topics and he's stopped trying to avoid it. What he doesn't expect is pity for it and he's glad at least that Aedan isn't trying to offer any. The sword has served him well and he'd carved his way to freedom with it, so it's hard not to feel some appreciation.

He offers Aedan something of a wry smile. "I should be thankful for that. It's those who do not find it troubling that concern me." He settles into a chair beside the other man, absently picking at a bit of wax still clinging to the neck of his bottle with one finger. "But you're not incorrect- the sword is well made, regardless of its history. You have a good eye."

"I lived in a state of near constant war for a year. I gained an eye for swords quickly." The blade he carries now was looted from a knight during the Blight. He likes how if he gets the swing just right he can throw enemies back and it's very good for defense when he bothers with that.

"Since the Blight ended I've made blacksmithing somewhat of a hobby. I can't make anything but I'm learning to spot what makes a good blade verses a great blade." He does have hobbies outside of war and the Wardens. They closely relate but he doesn't feel the need to point that out. "I'm also very appreciative of a fine warrior who wields a good weapon."

That gets a chuckle out of Fenris. "You have a very.. enthusiastic sense of appreciation, then."

He's not blind to how quickly the Warden had gotten in under his clothes the first time, or how easily he seems given to flirting. He doesn't mind and the attention is- admittedly- flattering in its own way. It's simply clear what his intentions are.

"Life should be enjoyed. You can be dead before you know it in this world." He shrugs a shoulder, unashamed of his behavior. "If I end up at the Maker's side or somewhere else, I will go knowing I enjoyed everything that came my way."

He is including Fenris in that statement. The elf is fun, even when they're simply talking. Of course, he's also very pretty to look at and he enjoys the view.

How lucky for the Warden to have a life he so enjoys. Fenris resists the knee-jerk urge to needle him about it, sitting with a former slave and preaching pleasure. Instead, he takes a long drink, knowing Aedan is watching.

"And how would you like to enjoy this evening?" he asks when he lowers the bottle again, still playing at being aloof even if he knows very well what the answer will be.

He smiles, slow and sultry. "With you, darling. Whether we drink all night or drink and fuck all night I am open to your suggestions."

Of course, he is hoping for sex. Fenris was fantastic their first night together and Aedan has been looking for another chance to roll around in bed with him.

It would be hard to ignore the appeal of that smile, even with the pet name that Fenris really needs to correct him on. It's the look of a man who clearly wasn't lying when he spoke of enjoying himself, and it's more infectious than he'd like to admit. It's also more or less in line with what he'd been expecting, despite the surprise of Aedan's original mood.

He pushes himself up from his chair, taking his drink with him as he moves to the Warden's chair and sets a knee on the seat. "I do have a few..." He lifts his other leg and kneels astride Aedan's legs, his own smile, small and subtle, curling up the corners of his mouth.

He watches Fenris walk to him, almost like a wolf stalking his prey and Aedan is very willing to be devoured. He sets his bottle of wine on the floor so his hands are free to run up Fenris' side.

"Please, share with me." He settles his hands on his hips, rubbing a thumb across his hip bone. That voice of Fenris' was sinful and a pleasure to listen to while he had the elf perched so comfortably in his lap.

He tenses ever so slightly under Aedan's hands- the adjustment to being touched- and he covers it up with another draw from the bottle of wine he still has. It's an enjoyable combination. When he lowers his arm again, it's to drape it across the back of the chair, a low sound in his throat.

"They start with your mouth," he hums, just before leaning over and kissing Aedan, unsubtle in the way he curls his tongue against his lips and pushes at them with his own. His free hand, meanwhile, reaches back to blindly start working on the straps of his chestplate. He's in no urgent hurry to completely divulge either one of them of their clothes, unlike their last meeting, but the heavy piece of metal unwanted at least.

He hums happily against Fenris' lips before he opened his mouth and slid his tongue out along against the elf's. The armor is an inconvinience but there was a certain amount of fun in undressing and helping the elf undress.

"Tell me more," he murmurs against Fenris' lips, extremely reluctant to break the kiss. He would offer to help with the armor but Fenris is the sort to handle it on his own.

Fenris isn't any more eager to put any functional distance between their mouths either, and it's not exactly easy to speak around the kisses he keeps stealing from Aedan, but he does his best, even if words get lost or mumbled.

"Shall I tell you.. that I want.. your mouth around me-" He feels his chestplate slip awkwardly when he finishes the buckles on one side and switches his wine bottle to his other hand to keep working on the opposite side, the swap taken up by a long, lingering claim of Aedan's mouth. "-that I want your lips on my skin and your tongue on my cock?"

It's not something he's used to, explaining- talking about what he wants- what he desires. But alcohol has a way of loosening his tongue. He loosens the last buckles and finally leans back, taking a last drink before letting the bottle slide carefully from his fingers to the floor beside the chair. With both hands now free, he finishes removing the heavy piece of armor and leans it against the side of the chair.

He runs his hands, still covered in steel and leather, over Aedan's own chest. "Shall I tell you these things...or would you rather I show you?"

He takes his hands away from Fenris to help with the chestplate. The thing is rather on the large size to accommodate Aedan's size and awkward to handle by oneself. It was also made by the best blacksmith in Ferelden and if he damaged it Wade would have his balls in a vise. Maker knew that Aedan didn't want to piss off Wade.

"I would love for you to show me." He licks his lips to show just how eager he is for Fenris' skin and cock in his mouth. "Or I can show you. Whatever you wish."

He is very willing to please, if that is what Fenris desires. Aedan has no qualms about playing the submissive.

Fenris flexes his fingers against Aedan's chest, mindful of the steel claws but relishing the feel of warm skin and firm muscle through the fabric of the Warden's shirt anyway, his gaze flicking down to watch the swipe of his tongue over his lips. He can already feel the first warm curl of arousal in the pit of his stomach.

A slow, privater smile spreading over his expression, he pulls back, sliding from the chair and retreating several steps. "Finish with the rest of that armor and I'll be happy to," he all but purrs, already working on his own and planning to be down to just his leggings and tunic by the time Aedan deals with all that plate.

"Why, is the armor in your way?" Aedan teased as he got to his feet. He doesn't waste time trying to make taking off armor sexy. There is no way to manage that. He's quick and effecient about undoing the straps on his gauntlets, shoulders and leg greaves. His armor has a lot more pieces than Fenris'.

He sets it all with the chest piece then takes a moment to roll his shoulders and feel the change in weight on his whole body. When he turns back to Fenris he smirks at him. "Well, I think you won that race."

He doesn't answer that tease, even if he wants to suggest that Aedan was welcome to suck him off in full armor, but he can't imagine that it would be very comfortable for him. As a fellow warrior, Fenris can appreciate well worked steel, the craftsmanship required and the strength needed to carry it all. Aedan doesn't need to bother making a show of the process- Fenris watches anyway. He's built like a brick wall and the lack of armor takes nothing away, the roll of his shoulders only calling attention to it, and when he finally turns around, Fenris answers that smirk with dark eyes and a pleased sound low in his throat.

"And I'm quite pleased with the prize." His fingers are already working free the line of clasps down the front of his tunic, even as he backs up further, closer to the nearest wall. "Come here."

He bows to Fenris and when he rises he has a smirk on his lips. His eyes linger on each inch of skin that is revealed as the tunic parts under Fenris' fingers. "Yes, sir."

In a few steps he's in front of Fenris and braces his hands on the wall. He leans in and nuzzles the elf's hair with his nose. The strands are just as soft as he remembered and the scent that has haunted him is as intoxicating as before. "Oh how I have missed this," he murmurs against Fenris' ear. "You'll taste fantastic on my tongue won't you, lovely?"

There's just enough time for Fenris to finish the last clasp before his back hits the wall and Aedan's arms are fencing him in, an easy reminder of how much larger he is. He sucks in a quick breath, immediately and intensely aware of the other man's warmth when he leans in, his own hands coming to rest against Aedan's ribs and his head tilting to accommodate his nuzzling. His breath on his ear sends a shiver down his spine and a smile curling across his lips.

"Why don't you find out," is his answer, amusement and anticipation clear in his tone. Aedan isn't the only one remembering just how well last time went.

"I think I will." He shifts his weight to one arm which frees his hand to reach down and rub Fenris' cock through his breeches.

He keeps nibbling on his ear while he deftly undoes the laces on his breeches and slips his hand in to caress his cock. "Oh, I've missed this." He's on his knees second later and licks at Fenris' stomach. He carefully works his cock out. He takes a lick at the head, teasing to start.

His fingers clench and he muffles a groan against Aedan's shoulder between the attention paid to his ear and the warm, calloused pressure of his hand around his growing arousal. Maker that feels good. He might have missed it as well.

Then the Warden is lowering himself down and Fenris' stomach tightens under his mouth, the clipped moan completely unhindered this time. He combs his fingers back through his dark hair, pushing it away from his face and watching him with hooded eyes. His cock twitches and he hisses softly, the teasing wetness of his tongue just enough to get a reaction.

Oh, he likes that Fenris is going to watch. Arousal surges through Aedan the moment those green eyes look down and meet his. Now he's putting on a show and after years of being the Hero he has a certain fondness for being the center of attention.

He opens his mouth wide and slides Fenris' cock in, his tongue splayed flat along the bottom. He watches the elf as his cock disappears into his mouth and throat, taking it deep with practiced ease for a moment before sliding back off. He's teasing, never keeping secution for long, twisting his tongue all around, and leaving his mouth open so that Fenris can see all he's doing.

How could he not watch? Especially when Aedan seems so eager for the attention and Fenris is more than willing to oblige him.

A low groan rumbles deep in the back of his throat as he watches the Warden take him in, feeling the warm, wet slide of his cock against the back of his throat. The man certainly doesn't start with half measures, that's for sure. When he pulls back and goes to work with his tongue, Fenris takes the opportunity to rock his hips, rubbing his cock against the curl of his tongue.

"Maker's breath, Aedan..."

Aedan pulls off slowly and gently kisses the head before giving Fenris his most innocent smile. "Yes dear?"

He ruins the effect seconds later when he ducks his head lower and mouths at Fenris' balls. While he teases them with his lips and tongue he continues to stroke Fenris' length, paying special attention to the spot right under the head with his thumb. He will keep teasing until Fenris tells him to stop.

His retort is cut off by the warmth of Aedan's mouth against his balls- a much better use for it in his opinion. His fingers tighten in his hair and he shifts his stance a little wider to give him more room. It's unspoken encouragement that offsets his complaining when he finds his voice again.

"To the void with your pet names," he growls, angling his hips and pulling at Aedan's hair to keep him going.

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just assuming his default sword for the sake of conversation

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sorry about the late reply. dw was eating notifs for a time o_O

It's happening to everyone. Not just you. Grrr.

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