Fell Asleep on Meme

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sweet dreams.

 

  Someone, whether it be a friend or a total stranger, has fallen asleep on you wherever you happen to be; you are a rather comfortable pillow to them.  

What do you do?

 

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[wines]

You've mussed my hair.

[His eyes are heavy-lidded, though, pleased like a cat, voice low. Truthfully, his hair was mussed long before he got back to Skyhold, but the rest of the world doesn't need to know that.]

I'm quite glad to be home. Never noticed how many bears there were in the Hinterlands until Cassandra made it her personal goal to kill them all.

[verybig]

[ Dorian sounds properly displeased and Bull hums out a laugh, scrubbing his fingers through the mussed hair to make it worse. ]

Your hair looks fine.

[ Not that he can really see it, lying there, but there's easy affection in his voice as he wraps up at his bar tab and nudges Dorian gently, sliding his hand down the small of his back. ]

Come on. I cleared all the bears out of my room before you got here.

[ He waves at the other soldiers as he guides them out and into the chill of the night, one arm heavy over Dorian's shoulders. ]

[wines]

[It does not look fine, though Dorian has to--grudgingly--admit that there's little point in fixing it up when they're on their way to bed.

He can feel the exhaustion in his bones, settled there now that he's not running after Lavellan, now that he knows he has a real bed to crawl into tonight. Dorian leans into Bull as they walk, the grounds mostly quiet at this hour save the few stumbling, as they are, back from the tavern.]

Did you miss me? [Dorian means to tease, lips quirked as he tips his chin to look at up him, but there's something earnest beneath it, an honesty he can't quite mask.]

[verybig]

[ Once they're actually up and their bar tab is paid, he takes a proper look at Dorian's hair and purses his lips a moment, like he's considering. The door opens and they slip out into the chill, leaning on Dorian a touch even as he guides him. ]

I was right, by the way. It looks fine.

[ Better than fine, really. He turns them toward their room, a touch longer from the bar once they'd rearranged Skyhold to make additions. Dorian's question gets a little are you serious look and a wry smile. ]

Missed you every day, kadan.

[ The door to go up the stairs to the room opens, Bull holding it for him, if he takes a moment to admire him as he goes up the stairs, well, who could blame him? Dorian certainly wouldn't. ]

[wines]

[Kadan gets him, always; he remembers the first time Bull murmured it, skin sweat-slick and cock still buried in him to the hilt. He'd asked about it after, sheets kicked off and limbs tangled together, and the answer made Dorian ache in a way he never thought he could.

He's well aware of the eyes on him--where the eyes are on him, rather--and Dorian glances back over his shoulder with a smirk, pausing at the top of the stairs.]

Enjoying the view?

[verybig]

[ Bull smiles, sweet and slow and cocks his hip to the side a little to take weight off his bad leg. ]

Always do.

[ He trudges up after him after a little leer for the hell of it, and once they're inside the room, he nudges the lock shut and starts working on unfastening his brace, keeping his eye on Dorian. ]

If you want to just sack out, I won't hold it against you. Otherwise, I can run a bath.

[wines]

[Dorian sits heavily on the bed as soon as the door is shut, unbuckling his boots. He looks at Bull as he pulls them off, a fondness tugging tight in his chest.]

Tempting as it is to collapse, I fear what our sheets would smell like in the morning.

[Not that they haven't had any variety of bodily fluids on them over the course of their relationship. Dorian stretches his legs, wiggles his gloriously bare toes, and yawns dramatically.]

A bath sounds lovely, amatus.