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Fereldan winters weren't content to go out quietly, it seemed; One last blizzard to close the season.
It was the perfect opportunity.
In a stroke of luck, the party had come across a cheap inn just when the weather was growing unfit for camping the night.
Everyone had to pair up to share rooms. Alistair shared a tense, awkward silence with Sten, Morrigan and Leliana were one-sidedly bickering, Wynne was watching Stanley, and Shale opted to stay in the front room of the inn and give anyone who dared use them as a hanger a scare.
And Eirian and Zevran had a room to themselves.
Less than a week ago, the party was freezing themselves further south at Ostagar, and Zevran had been left to shiver alone in a tent while his warden returned to the site of his joining. Upon his return, Zevran kicked up a dramatic fuss about being left behind to suffer, but before he had the chance to jokingly promise revenge, the young mage beat him to it.
“Are you going to punish me?”
And now…
“So, what did you have in mind?” Eirian asked, with the same flirtatious, playfully challenging lilt as before. His face was flushed as he undressed himself for the night, smiling to himself in anticipation. Still half-dressed across the room, Zevran said nothing, only giving Eirian a sly smile and a light chuckle as he strode towards him, grasping his hips and pulled him into a slow kiss. The mage was left delightfully breathless as he enjoyed the touch of Zevran’s soft lips, warm tongue, and calloused hands.
Those hands, slowly trailing up and down Eirian’s bare back, under the loose fabric held around his hips to grope his behind. Eirian moaned, letting his robes fall to the floor as he leaned further into Zevran's grasp, embracing him passionately.
Zevran broke the kiss, nuzzling Eirian's cheek and whispering into his ear. “It depends. Do you wish for a punishment that is a bit more daring than what you've done before, querido ?”
Eirian giggled, planting a peck on Zevran's cheek and gleefully pulled him to the bed, only almost tripping over his clothes. “What kind of daring?” He was playing coy as he sat on the mattress, leaning back to put himself on display for his lover. Zevran gently cupped his face in one hand, and in the other, held up Eirian's rarely worn sash to him. “the kind that warrants a watchword, for one.”
Eirian's head tilted in confusion, unfamiliar with the term, so Zevran continued. “For safety, if you want to stop.”
“Why not a regular ‘stop’?”
“It could work for now,” Zevran replied, “but isn't it usually preceded with “don't?” he laughed, “In any case, I figured it best to have this talk now.”
Eirian thought for a moment, “well, what did you want to do with me?” he looked up at his partner in anticipation.
Zevran held his gaze, taking Eirian's wrist in one hand. “I want to tie you up. Just your hands, for now, if you would like.”
Eirian gave an amused huff “That doesn't sound like much of a punishment.”
Zevran smiled, a bit devilishly “I am glad you think so, but that is not it. Your punishment is that I will not allow you to come until I'm satisfied.” His partner was wide eyed and flushed, taken aback, so he continued “Do you want this, Eirian?”
Zevran received his answer in the form of a passionate kiss and arms around his neck, pulling him down atop his lover. When the kiss finally broke, Eirian let out a breathless “I do.”
Zevran smiled, accomplished, pulling a silver ring- one too big for any finger but too small for a wrist- out of his pocket, letting Eirian get a glimpse of it as he finally discarded the last of his clothes. Gently, slowly, he guided Eirian to the head of the bed, peppering his face with kisses all the while. Once again, he took the man's wrists. “Any word other than “stop”,” he said, “one that wouldn't come up naturally, so I know you're serious, and I'll untie you and abort your punishment.”
Eirian glanced aside in brief thought, his eye caught by the window and the storm outside. “‘Frost’, maybe? Ruin the mood with the image of being naked in a blizzard?”
Zevran laughed, “perfectly appropriate, querido .”
Zevran continued showering Eirian in kisses and nips as he got him in the state he wanted, the younger elf letting himself fall into an aroused haze as his hands were restrained and Zevran slowly made his way down between his legs.
As much as he wanted to watch Eirian's every response to being so restrained, Zevran let him lose himself in the pleasure for now as he eased his smallclothes off and the ring down onto his hardening cock. Eirian winced a bit at the tightness, soon compounded by Zevran taking his cock in his mouth. He took it slow, easing Eirian into the sensation as his erection grew and was tightened under the ring. He moaned, long and breathless, too overwhelmed to notice Zevran's hands were no longer caressing him as he sucked him. Once Zevran deemed Eirian hard enough to maximize the punishment, he gave his erection one last drawn out lick, earning a gasp from the mage.
Now, Zevran wanted his full attention.
“Eyes on me, mi dulce.” He chimed, taking a moment to enjoy the sight of the mage's flushed face. He made a show of crawling atop and straddling Eirian, stroking his chest and sides long and slow just to make him squirm more, and tossing aside his bottle of oil, the contents already a good bit depleted.
Eirian had to take a moment in confusion. He had felt some oil on Zevran's hands just then, and incorporating a massage into his punishment would certainly work in terms of overstimulation, but he still hadn't been prepared yet-
“I said eyes on me, Eirian.” Zevran scolded, though still smiling seductively. Eirian obeyed, and confusion was quickly relieved and replaced with flustered, aroused shock as he watched Zevran slowly lower himself onto his cock.
Eirian let out a series of surprised moans- or perhaps yelps- at the feeling of Zevran tightening and shifting around him, the other man giving a long pleasured exhale, his eyes fluttering. He gave Eirian a moment to steady his breath. “Were you expecting this, querido ?” he asked. “It has been frustratingly long since I let someone fuck me. How do you like it?”
“Ah…” he moaned, still breathless, “it feels good-” Eirian barely got to finish the word before Zevran began to slowly move, lazily stroking his own cock to further tease his lover. Eirian mumbled through gritted teeth, “you bastard…” and Zevran laughed. “You wanted punishment, did you not?”
Eirian squirmed, his legs and head restless under his restrained arms and hips. “You're being unfair! Stop teasing me!”
“As you wish, my dear.”
Eirian practically yelled as Zevran began bouncing on his cock.
Of all the times he and Zevran had sex over the last month, Eirian was always the one taking rather than giving, so to speak. Now, this sensation was already far more overwhelming than their hands, or Zevran's mouth. But seeing Zevran like that: head thrown back, mouth agape and letting out such sweet sounding gasps, bouncing on his cock, Zevran's own bouncing against his stomach; altogether far more submissive than he'd ever seen him before. It was all too much in the best way possible. His head was spinning and he wanted more.
If only he was allowed to lose himself in it all instead of having to hold back his climax amidst the stimulation. Which he had also never had to do before.
“Zevran! Please, I can't last!” Eirian begged, tears budding at his eyes from the tension.
Zevran stopped halfway down Eirian's cock. The other man couldn't tell if this was mercy or more teasing.
“I haven't come close yet, my dear. You heard my terms. Unless…” Zevran ran a hand up Eirian's stomach, stopping to run a thumb over his nipple. Eirian bit his lip. “I could punish you another way, if you would prefer.” Zevran continued, giving Eirian more time to rest before continuing. He would need it, for what he had in mind. “But do you really like the idea of being made to come again and again, until it hurts, until I've had my fill for the night? Will that convince you to hold yourself back?”
Eirian's breathing picked up again. He whimpered, nodding frantically.
Zevran straightened himself, smiling down at his desperate darling. “Now, fuck me, Eirian.”
Eirian mustered up whatever energy he had left, starting slow as he thrust up into Zevran, savoring the feeling. Wet, hot, tight, his Zevran. His pace increased, he cried out and panted, he tensed as he at least tried to hold back, for his Zevran's pleasure. Zevran slowly leaned down to meet Eirian's face, holding his gaze. The mage's sweet brown eyes were shedding sparse tears that Zevran wiped away as he kissed him. Eirian's moans didn't cease even as Zevran explored his mouth, as Zevran began to meet his thrusts.
He lasted like this for a good few minutes until his moans grew higher and more desperate as he neared his peak. But Zevran had already spent his mercy. He pulled away, sat up, and removed himself from Eirian's cock.
Eirian's eyes snapped open, his mouth held agape, staring indignantly up at Zevran. “You…! You!” He was too exhausted to argue, and instead slumped against the mattress in defeat, whimpering in only slightly grouchy disappointment. Zevran chuckled, giving him another break as he gently maneuvered his legs together, straddling his hips and taking their cocks in one hand, caressing them and rubbing them together. Eirian sighed, moaning in relief. He gave up on holding himself back for this round, letting himself relax while Zevran slowly brought him back to near climax, occasionally thrusting his hips up as much as he could to increase their friction as Zevran increased the pace of his strokes.
“Eirian,” Zevran sighed, just a little tense “I'm close. You can come now, with me.”
That notion was all he needed to finally spill. His back arched briefly, crashing back against the mattress in exhaustion. His head was spinning, he was sweating and breathing heavily from so much held tension. He didn't even notice that Zevran's climax had already passed until the other man had already climbed off of him, lifted his legs, and delivered a swat to his ass. Eirian yelped, hastily brought out of his stupor.
“Did you not hear what I told you?” Zevran chided “with me, I said. But you couldn't help yourself.” He tsk’d, but his voice carried nothing but fondness, laying beside Eirian and caressing his cheek while he removed his restraints. Eirian sighed as he let his arms flop to his sides. Just for a moment, though, before he mustered the last of his energy to throw them around Zevran's shoulders, nuzzling into him as he rested once again.
Zevran laughed in delighted surprise, returning the embrace after tossing the sash and ring aside and covering them both in a warm blanket.
“I take it you're not up for another round?” He asked, mostly in jest, but he never lost hope in the Grey Warden Stamina. But Eirian just let out a little groan, burying himself further in Zevran's embrace. “-m sorry.” He mumbled.
“Not to worry, my dear. You have now served your sentence for the crime of abandoning me to the cold in full.”
Eirian scoffed at that, and Zevran leaned in to nibble his ear, drawing a tired giggle from the mage.
“It wasn't too much for you, was it?” Zevran whispered in his ear, concerned.
“I didn't say ‘frost’, did I?” Eirian mumbled. He wanted to inquire back concerning his “performance”, but was too exhausted to find the words. It could wait until morning.
Zevran hummed in contentment, and kissed his lover goodnight.