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Lucanis had come to his room looking freshly bathed and a little giddy. He knows exactly what Rook is expecting of him tonight.
They spend some time relaxing, basking in each other’s company for only a short while before Lucanis breaches the subject of the evening’s arrangement.
“So….” He clears his throat, “I have heard it can be painful." Lucanis’s tone is more of a question than a statement, and a little suspiciously nonchalant.
Rook considers how to answer this. If they're slow and careful, probably not. But he's big enough that he's not sure he could completely guarantee a painless fuck (even if that's what he wanted).
There are other pleasurable, intimate things they could do, and of course, there's the option of offering his ass instead for this first time. But he selfishly wants this and he's made that clear.
“It’s likely to be."
Lucanis's eyes widen slightly, like this is not the response he anticipated. He stares at Rook for a moment as if he expects him to explain further, but when he doesn't, Lucanis collects his composure and nods like a good soldier.
But his eyes are gentle and adoring as ever when he looks at Rook, “To endure pain for you would be a pleasure."
Now that goes straight to his cock - he wonders if he can cultivate something of a masochist in his virgin lover.
He is not sure how much pain Lucanis has experienced in his life beyond childhood beatings and the Ossuary. A skilled assassin kills cleverly and quickly; the drawn-out wounds of the battlefield weren’t his norm.
Lucanis is already dutifully disrobing. Rook places a hand on his cheek as he does so, caressing.
"That line of thought will make me dangerous to your health…”
"And the demon-possessed assassin doesn't strike you as dangerous in turn?" Lucanis gives him one of his unbearably charming half-grins.
Rook nearly scoffs but plays it off as a gentle laugh, “A man that kills for fun and profit is dangerous. Darling, you were bred and groomed to kill and served faithfully and obediently out of love. Anyone lesser couldn’t have made a deal with Spite.”
Lucanis's smile wavers into a slightly confused frown. His chest is bare now and his eyes begin to flicker away with nervousness.
Rook pinches his jaw through his beard, freshly groomed and oiled, to force his gaze back to his own.
“Would you still love me if I told you my reasons for killing, I wonder? Before my own guilt sent me to the Grey Wardens.”
Lucanis grips his wrist but doesn't pull Rook’s hand away, a flash of purple light in his eyes as he says, “I would.”
The lack of hesitation from Lucanis inspires Rook to kiss him hard just as quickly.
This much they have done before. It was when he first tried to deepen a kiss - too fast, too violent - and was met with awkwardness and poorly repressed surprise that he thought to ask Lucanis if this wasn't just his first romantic relationship but his first physical relationship.
* * *
“...never so much as felt a tongue in your mouth?”
Lucanis is too old and too practiced at guarding his emotions to truly squirm about his own inexperience - that alone made Rook painfully eager to make him reach that point. What would it take to make a rare man like this tremble in pleasure and cry from overstimulation?
“
No. Nothing. I have never desired sexual intimacy for its own sake, or been motivated enough to please someone as such who would have me. Not until you.”
Rook considered the phrasing - the emphasis on ‘sexual.’ So he desired intimacy, certainly, but not necessarily sexual.
But Lucanis knew beyond a doubt sex would please Rook. Rook had not been subtle about sexual appetites, though now he wondered if he should regret making his desires so well known, so prominent.
“Tell me you’re not forcing yourself to do something you don’t want to do just because you know it will please me.”
“...Would it be so wrong if that were true, in a sense?” Lucanis’s eyes burned with determination, “If feeding your desires gave me as much pleasure as serving you dessert?”
Rook’s eyes trailed down the taut, graceful body, wondering how that Antivan accent would sound on a moan. He carefully tried to control his breathing.
“Then you’ll have something far more powerful to bribe me with.”
And how could he say no? Suddenly he was dizzy with the possibilities of what Lucanis would give him. Would allow.
That's when Rook pulled back and said he wanted to “Do this right."
Which for him meant, in no uncertain terms, the thrill of making Lucanis scream on his cock before so much as palming him through his trousers.
* * *
Although it’s exciting to hover over Lucanis as he slowly reveals more skin while Rook remains clothed, Rook gets impatient with Lucanis’s careful undressing.
He picks Lucanis up and over his shoulder like sack of grain - the poised assassin letting out a slight sound of surprise and digging his fingers into the back of Rooks's shirt, almost tugging it off when he’s tossed into the bed.
He strips him from the waist-down in one violent pull, throwing the clothes aside without consideration.
He wants to take a moment to appreciate the lightly bobbing cock between toned legs nested atop a sizable pair of balls, but when Lucanis begins to sit up, predator instincts kick in - Rook is up in an instant to pin his wrists to the bed.
“Don’t move unless told. Understood?”
“ Mierda.”
“That’s not an answer.” He squeezes Lucanis’s wrists, tight, and brings a knee up between Lucanis’s legs still clothed in rough-hewn fabric.
“Understood, Rook.”
Lucanis’s eyes strain down to where his balls are taking the brunt of Rook’s knee. Finally, Rook notices a flush begin to spread from his neck to his cheeks as his breath quickens.
“I warned you what I’m like in bed. Do you hate it?”
“No...” He sounds a bit airy, something about the tone reminding Rook of the times he’s had too much wine, “..I feel like I am melting.”
Rook chuckles, “Already? Good…”
He’s eager to make the most of this night but finds it unbearably tempting to stare down the full expanse of Lucanis’s naked body for the first time. He underestimated his desire to drink it in. His heart clenches at scars that still look fresh and intentional which could only be from the Ossuary, and scars so faded old and white they must have been decades old. Guiltily, they undeniably contribute to the insistent arousal bulging obscenely through the fabric of his trousers.
As Rook bites and sucks at nipples, abdomen, and thigh, he can only think about how those scars highlight the curves of his body, muscle and fat layed out like a work of art - and Rook wants to contribute to that art. He wants Lucanis to allow him to make a scar of his own. To own him, in that way, as much if not more than all the darkest parts of his past. A conversation for another time, perhaps.
Lucanis is quiet beyond careful breathing, but Rook can feel trembling in the thigh pressed against his cheek.
Besides tormenting his sac for a bit, Rook has been carefully avoiding Lucanis’s sex which appears to be dribbling with excitement but not quite capable of reaching full hardness without stimulation. For now, anyway.
It’s getting far too tight in his pants - he sits up on his knees - large shadow enveloping Lucanis, and frees its considerable length from his trousers.
Lucanis does look alarmed now. He nearly raises his arms before remembering his place.
So quiet Rook can barely hear it, Lucanis once again says “Mierda…” before carefully working the shock off his face.
“How many times can I make you say that in one night?” Rook grins.
Rook lets his cock rest along Lucanis’s thigh, eager to feel skin.
Suddenly, Lucanis sighs wearily and clenches his eyes shut in seeming annoyance.
Rook blinks. “Did I do something you don’t like?”
Lucanis’s eyes shoot open, looking alarmed, “No, my love. It’s just that-”
Rook is hit with a shock of purple aura as Spite’s distinct voice cuts him off “-SHARE.”
The traces of Spite fade quickly, leaving an exasperated Lucanis, “...Spite wants a ‘turn’. He springs this on me
now.
”
Rook tries to keep his face neutral but he would be lying if he were to say the idea didn’t excite him. “That could be arranged, if you’re comfortable with it, Lucanis.”
Lucanis smiles weakly, “You’re very kind to be so accommodating…Comfortable isn’t the right word, but I can compromise.” He slips into a worried frown. It was difficult to oppress him just now, Rook. He feels very strongly about it.”
“Then I’ll give him his turn.”
“I am grateful.” The expression Lucanis is wearing now is a familiar one - when he suspects he will be rejected or belittled for the demon’s influence over him. He reassures him with a kiss, which seems to mostly work.
“But hear me Spite,” Rook directs his stern, demanding voice where he can sense the most restless shifting of energy within the room. Something he cannot do quite so easily outside the fade, though he is developing more of a sense for it the more time he spends with Lucanis. “Not now. Not while Lucanis and I are here together - don’t you dare try to take over.”
Lucanis listens for a moment. Then he nods, and sighs again.
“We have an agreement.”
“Wonderful,” Rook leans back down to give Lucanis comfort, and embrace, a kiss on the shell of his ear - “Now where were we?”
Rook had intended to get straight to the main course quickly for the sheer (agreed upon) sadistic pleasure of throwing Lucanis to the wolves and picking up the pieces after.
He had waned, slightly, when finally faced with his nakedness, but now he’s recommitted more than ever - he doesn’t quite trust Spite to control himself, or at least, make it easy on Lucanis.
“Hands and knees.”
Lucanis takes position without protest, but it’s a modest showing. Rook grips Lucanis’s inner knees and notices him jolt - he takes mental note of the erogenous zone before forcing them apart further and pinning his calves to the bed with his knees. He knows he doesn’t need to, Lucanis is obedient and pliant for him - but it feels good to do it. And even better to hear him groan a little at the pressure, and willingly arch his back as he pushes down hard at the small of it.
Now that’s an angle begging to get railed.
He loves how Lucanis’s ass looks meatier than he expected despite eyeing it constantly behind perfectly tailored, crips trousers - especially in comparison to his tight waist at this angle. He sees the tempting peek of his hole. Forcing him to spread his legs even further is helpful, but he still stretches the cheeks with his thumbs to get a proper eyeful, stretching the wrinkled virgin anus slightly with it. He sees Lucanis clutching the bedsheets and does it again.
“Do you like the burn of that - the fade air against your hole?”
“Uhn..uhm..”
Lucanis’s inexperience is finally betraying him, to Rook’s delight. He wanted to get those awkward sounds, those uncertain responses.
He kisses his lower back, “It’s okay.”
Lucanis sighs dreamily at the reassurance.
He has the lube on hand, of course. He slicks up four fingers and begins to rub them against Lucanis’s hole, not penetrating, but massaging.
As an afterthought, he decides to rest his distracting cock against Lucanis’s back as he works. That’s what makes him gasp. It reaches all the way up to his middle back.
“Don’t worry, I’m not putting it in just yet. Merely using your pretty back as a placeholder, yeah?”
“Of course, my love…” Lucanis sounds a little breathless, “Use me at your discretion.”
Rook bites his lip, “Fuck, you’re perfect.” Precum drools from the tip of his dick and collects in the dip of his spine.
It’s a hole that looks like it could take some abuse - he starts by slipping in two fingers. Underneath him, Lucanis’s calves squirm in response.
He wants Lucanis to keep squirming, to feel shocking pressure and burn - but he doesn’t intend to make him bleed if he can avoid it. He’s also not entirely interested in jerking pointedly at Lucanis’ prostate during prep - he’ll get enough of that from size alone. Still, he gets deep enough to brush it a few times as he stretches the tight rim and ensures a trail of slick gets deep inside.
“ Wh… ” Lucanis is trying to form words, though his face seems pressed into the blanket now.
“Speak up-” He grips the back of Lucanis’s hair with his dry hand, snapping the little hair tie pulling the hair out of his face on accident.
When forced up by the hair, Lucanis steadies his breathing, “There is more to feel…than I knew.”
“Don’t you read dirty novels with Bellara?”
“They exaggerate.”
He gets four fingers in, and Lucanis seems lucid enough.
In place of his fingers, he wets his cock fully and begins to rub it up and down the seam of Lucanis’s ass.
“I’m going to put it in now.”
“I…” Lucanis begins. Rook hesitates. “My heart is beating so fast.” He admits with nervous laughter edging his voice. He looks back at Rook, eyes shining.
“Is that ‘stop’?”
“No.” Lucanis bows his head, “Take me.”
As so Rook does. The rim had become considerably malleable from stretching and massage, flushed red with stimulation and arousal, but it still took a considerable push before the head was half swallowed - Rook added more lubricant to the foreskin which had gotten bunched up, and fed it to the tight hole after half the head. And with that, the head popped in the rest of the way past the tightness there to be met with the sweeter, malleable inner walls.
Lucanis’s thighs are most notable trembling from stimulation or first-time nerves, Rook couldn’t say. But the further he sinks into Lucanis’s body the more he imagines he can feel his whole body tremble; every organ, his heart flutter.
He’s getting dangerously close to too deep and he wonders if he should dare go that far on literally his first breach.
Lucanis isn’t saying no. Isn’t saying ‘yellow,’ either, in one form or another. So he risks it - he descends deep into his lover’s guts until he reaches depths few other bedmates have allowed to be breached; the tell-tale little pinch of the sigmoid colon. Maker, it feels heavenly on his dick already wrapped in pleasure made all the more intense by the knowledge it was Lucanis and he was allowing something like this for his first sexual experience.
“Rook…” Lucanis’s voice sounds wet. Choked.
Rook blinks off the haze of pleasure from his eyes to see Lucanis straining with great difficulty to get a glimpse of Rook’s face, strands of hair sticking to his wet face. A face wet with tears.
Rook tries not to panic or suddenly pull out, that wouldn’t help anything. It wasn’t out of the cards that Lucanis would cry, but he doesn’t like that expression. Not necessarily terror or pain, but suppressed panic, not unlike the look he gets when an enemy manages to surprise him.
“What do you need sweetheart?” He says in his most reassuring calm, stern tone.
“Just…” Lucanis swallows thickly, “To see your face. To know it is you.”
Rook melts.
He feels like an idiot - Lucanis is the last person who should be experiencing this without the constant reminder of his partner’s presence. He had let him drown within intense, fresh sensation and nothing else for far too long.
“Of course.”