RP: Aria (lavellanfadewalk) ((NSFW content further down))

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Skyhold. He was back in- but the sky…

Sometimes Sera had the absolute right of it. Fucking magic shite.

Blackwall sighed, choking up a tad on the bit of chair leg. There was the feeling of Darkspawn or other Wardens in the distance. Supposed to be someday he’d be able to tell the difference. Didn’t do him much good now.

The hold was empty. Not even wind to make the trees move. Like the air just before the storm broke. Unsettling.

He paced along the battlements one foot at a time. No one else around ‘less they were sneakier than him. Not like that was hard. His Warden armour made enough noise to cover a snowfleur’s approach. The next tower was the one the Inquisitor had refitted for the Mages. Couldn’t hurt to have a quick look. Some mageling may have hid in there and could tell him what in the Blighted Void was going on.

The west door opened with only a small creak.

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"Mock me if you will, but I can see you're speechless with my skills."

Aria teased his lips, biting it and pulling away as he reached for a kiss. She left his lap and kneeled back by his side, trailing kisses down his chest and biting his side in a hungry, slightly possessive way. She was still stroking and teasing his cock as her mouth moved down, freeing his erection as best as she could without pulling his trousers away. Desire boiled down her belly and Aria licked the tip of his cock, tasting his precome with a dirty, wanton moan of satisfaction. Salty, with a hint slightly bitter and something strong she couldn't quite define yet, but suited him perfectly.

His breath ragged with a grunt and she cupped his balls, squeezing it oh so lightly before lapping his lenght, wondering how bigger she could make him. She leaned in a lascive, enticing position, buttocks up and back arched, finally taking him whole on her mouth.

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Fucking Void, the sight she made. An expanse of glorious skin, flecked with delicious darker spots and lighter scars. The curve her spine made, from the nape of her neck all the way to her round little arse shifting as she settled into place. The angle of her elbow, wrist on his still mercifully clothed thigh. Her hand. Her mouth-

Fuck.

Hot and wet and hot and one hand was in her hair and the other following that curve her spine made and she was so soft and wet and hot-

He did not thrust into her mouth. He wanted to. Sweet Maker, he wanted to. But he just carded his hand through her hair and tried to keep his whimpers behind his gritted teeth. He had no idea if she was comfortable with this, enjoyed it, or if she only did it to him because he’d done it to her. Encourage her, you old fuck. Maker knows she’ll need it, dealing with your limp dick.

Blackwall groaned. “Aria. My lady, you’re so good. Play with the tip, that’s- Maker’s balls! You can- Be a bit rough, I like- Fuck, my lady, fuck!” And he didn’t thrust into her mouth but he wanted to.

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Aria hummed, lips quirking mischievously. "Rough, you say?"

She locked her hungry eyes over his face and licked her lips in a deliberately dirty way, scrapping her teeth over the soft skin of his tip, sucking and nibbling, her free hand stroking the rest of his length since her mouth left it unattended.

"You don't have to hold back, not with me." she nibbled his cock again, a little harder this time "I'm a dirty, hungry woman, with dirty thoughts and a dirty mouth. The only frilly, orlesian thing here is the room, not me."

And she let go his balls for just enough time to scratch this right thigh, her blunt nails marking his skin, making it sting.

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Pain and pleasure and her dirty fucking mouth.

“Perfect.”

His grip in her hair firmed, drew her off his cock so it barely reached her lips. Her breath was cool and sent heat curling and chasing itself through his gut. He felt his cock pulse with want and he was actually, finally hard. Curving up from a thicket of wiry curls, one of her hands wrapped around half his length, the other digging into the meat of his thigh. His cockhead red from her tongue and lips and teeth.

“I want to fuck your mouth.” He warned her. Adjusted his grip on her hair. Took hold of the nape of her neck as well, squeezed it a little. “Not deep. I’ll stop if you pinch me. May I?”

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Her eyes widened with his request, dirty and still caring. Perfect combination, in her opinion. Aria could feel her wet bundle of nerves pained with her want, all her willpower necessary to keep her from jumping over his cock at once.

She left the grip over his erection, licking her fingers and reaching for her own sex. He wouldn't mind she touching herself, would he?

"Do it. Fuck my mouth. Use it as it pleases you."

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He watched, mouth open, as she spread her legs a little more to get some more room to play with herself. Maybe that answered whether she was actually enjoying this or not. He let her neck go, brushed firm against her ear as he took himself in hand. Her yelp was as perfect as the flex of her arm, and he was nearly completely distracted watching her when her tongue reminded him what she’d told him to do.

Blackwall spread his legs, found his stance, braced his back against the footboard. Held her head steady as he thrust up and parted Aria’s fucking gorgeous lips. He nearly let his head fall back while he gasped, but he wanted to see her. Her arm moving, hand out of sight. Her arse and thighs tensing and relaxing, and he pulled away and thrust back up again in time with it.

There weren’t words. Just feeling her, seeing her, fuck, he could smell her spice-and-musk scent from here. His hand on his cock kept him from going too far, and the wet sound of her lips bumping his fingers was almost as good as the sweet pop her mouth made when he pulled all the way out.

“I’m close, my lady.” He warned her, and then cursed loudly when her tongue reached out to lap over his cockhead.

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She unrolled her back and moved closer, straddling his legs again. One hand rested over his shoulder, balancing her as she licked her wet fingers. When her breasts were flattened against his chest, her entrance provocatively hovering his cock, Aria caressed his earshell idly, nuzzling his nose.

"Close? Not close enough, I'm afraid." she rolled her hips, coating him with her wetness and pulling back before he could hold her in place, fighting with her own urge to fuck him immediately. Her arms and legs were filled with that funny tingling again and Creators she wanted to feel his weight over her, his cock inside her cunt, pulsing, throbbing.

Aria laid with her back on the pillows, giving Blackwall a glimpse of her sex with her slightly parted knees. "Come." She bit her lower lip, grinning.

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It took him a few seconds to catch his breath. He nudged her knee with his foot, spreading her legs just a little further. Licked his lips. Looked up into her eyes and gave her a wicked smirk in return. “Ladies first.” He teased.

He could have pounced on her. He could have put her legs over his shoulders and kissed her hard while he slid right into her silky grip. He could be fast, when he wanted to be. But not now. Now he had something he needed to ask her.

So, he crawled up to her slowly, particular about how he placed his knees. Tempting to just settle between her legs as Aria spread them, but there would be time for that yet. Blackwall straddled her hips, braced himself over her on his forearms, leaned close as his sweat-stringy hair fell into a sort of curtain around her gorgeous face.

He kissed her, sweet and gentle, and didn’t let it deepen. He had her attention. “Are you sure about this? You don’t exactly know where I’ve been.”

The Taint in him meant that getting Aria with child was unlikely at best, but he’d had a life long before the Inquisition, before being a lone wandering liar. And most of it was dirty filthy disgusting… the sort of thing that might linger. He didn’t want to take chances with Aria’s health.

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She tilted her head, thumbs running over his cheekbones. One hand tucked his hair behind his ear and she kissed him back. "Funny question. You don't know where I've been either." she chuckled. And oh, she had been everywhere.

Aria caressed his arms and shoulders, then his eyebrows "I'm here because I want and I'm experienced enough to know the risks. I'm willing to take'em." she closed her eyes, almost without believe she was about say that "But, I don't want to make you uncomfortable. So..."

Her eyes were locked on his now, almost a silent plea of wanton and desire.

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“The only thing that would make me uncomfortable right now is if you didn’t want to be where you are. But, you want, and I-” He couldn’t help but stop to kiss her. “I want you so fucking much.”

His fingers trailed up from her collarbone, traced up over her pulse to the bases of her ears. Rubbed slow circles into her skull while he nipped and licked his way down her neck. Took some time to get his legs down between hers. Ended up nearly humping her bloody leg when his cock brushed against her thigh. Fuck. But no, he had control. He was going to do this right.

His hands slowly worked their way up her ears proper, touching softly, discovering what made Aria whimper. What made her moan. Mouth following a meandering trail down over her sternum. Between her tits, Blackwall stopped and looked up at her lust-dazed face propped up on an obscene amount of small overstuffed pillows.

“Question really is, how fast can I make you come?” He tried to play it off casually. A joke. Might’ve been the most sincere fucking thing he’d ever asked.

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Blackwall was close. So damn close.
And hot.

A trail of gooseflesh was left over her collarbone after the touch of his fingers. She shivered and sighed with the wet, warm sensation of his tongue on her neck, tilting her head so he could see and lick and flood her with more sensations. She jerked when he reached for her ears, whimpering. These were certainly a weak spot of hers.

"How fast?" she laughed at his question "Well, I don't know, I think you did great just before." she kissed him "Though my notion of time might've been severely compromised by the circumstances, so I really don't know how long it took." then, she kissed his nose

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He laughed breathlessly and his hands abandoned her ears for the moment. Slid one to the back of her neck, other to the closure of her breast band. He lifted her and only took a moment to get it loose. Tucked the band under the pillows so it could be found after as he lowered her gently back down.

“Compromised? Well, try and keep track this time.” He kissed his way up the curve of her breast, flicked her nipple with the tip of his tongue. “Such a shame if we have to do it over and over.”

Grabbed one of the legion of pillows and tucked it under her hips. His cockhead glided over her slick slit as he rocked his hips a little closer. Wet and warm and ready. Shoved his trousers down further so he could feel the warm, wet heat of her. Lined himself up with one hand. Pressed forward.

Fuck. “Aria.” Fuck.

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Aria's mouth fell agape and without thinking she held her breath until his cock was fully sheathed, opening its way in her cunt inch by inch. She could feel him pulsing inside her walls, warm, wet, full and bigger than she was used to, a small hint of pain supporting and enticing her pleasure. She finally remembered letting the air out of her lungs, cradling his face with both hands to press her forehead to his, inhaling all of his scent and their smell of sex.

It took her some time to find her voice back as she pressed a soft kiss to his lips "Yes, Thom, yes."

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He reared back from her, eyes wide. Ended up rolling his hips that little bit further against her. Left him lightheaded, growling deep in his chest. She was so tight and hot and good. But she’d said. She’d said his name. That was.

She moved under him a little, and he leaned into her to hold her still. She whimpered, he bit her lower lip. His name. The name of a murderer and a monster. He drew back, feeling the slick pressure lessen. Pressed back in, and she gave way so beautifully. Her face screwed up and he licked his way into her mouth because how could he not?

“Aria, love.” He mumbled against her lips. He cradled her close, felt her nipples rubbing against his chest hair, her sweet little arse against his thighs. Fuck. She’d said his fucking name.

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Love.
The way his lips and tongue worked to say that word, the way it seemed to come from further inside his chest, caring, admiring, wanting, the way this eyes darkened looking at her... all of it was undoing her, little by little. He moved to taste her, to feel her and to be felt and Aria rolled her hips in response, his weight just perfect over her.

She locked her heels around his waist, peppering kisses to his jaw, chin, cheeks, lips, nose, eyebrows and forehead, hands on his back pressing him closer, as closer as he could get.

"Thom, vhenan." she whipered against his skin "May I have the pleasure of this dance with you?"

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He wanted to ask why she would- why she called him- why that name. But she kept kissing him, soft and lingering and he wanted that more than he needed to know. So he didn’t ask. And if, when she called him that the second time, he thrust a little harder, a little deeper? Well. It wasn’t the name of a good man, was it?

“If you still have air enough to tease me, I’m not doing my fucking job."

His thumb went to her clit, fingered her roughly while he set a faster pace. Mouth on one tit, free hand on the other, and she was delicious, moaning and digging her heels in like she was spurring a fucking horse. And if she was treating him like a beast, well, he was rutting her like one; hard and fast and hot and wet and tight!

His teeth closed around her nipple, not quite biting down but he could. Growl rumbling deep on every exhale, thumb circling and flicking randomly, he could feel her reaching her edge. Moved his mouth to her other nipple and nearly bit down on that one too. He was.

Fuck. So close. “Ar-” So close! “Aria, love, I’m-”

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"Yes, come for me vhenan."

Aria moaned and whimpered, her hips meeting his. She could feel her peak approaching, fast, nails digging his flesh when the boiling desire coiling down her navel exploded, body writhing, throat going dry from moaning his name. Her walls clenched and fluttered and it only took him more a couple of trusts to follow her past the edge.

She slowed her pace, riding her waves, panting and trying to keep her body from going immediately limp, legs and arms loosening around his flesh, sweat deliciously sticking their skin together.

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Maker.

She. Aria. So.

He was kissing her jaw. Didn’t know when he’d moved there. Pushed up and made it to the corner of her mouth. She turned her head, kissed him proper. Shiver ran down his spine, made his cock twitch inside her. They groaned in concert.

His hands were on her hips, and he ran them up and down her sides. They stuck a little, from the sweat, and he kissed her again. Fuck. His heart was still pounding loud in his ears. He pulled out slowly, felt the rush of fluid as their mingled come spilled out. Probably stained the pillow. The thought made him let slip a giggle. Tried to stifle it in her neck.

He slipped a hand between their bodies. Picked up some of the come and brought it up to sample. His was bitter as ever, but hers had a tangy sourness that made his much more palatable. Licked his fingers clean and was about to ask if he could taste from the source when.

What in the fucking Void?

Was he-

He got up on his hands and knees properly, letting a rush of air chill their sweat-soaked skin. Looked down at himself. Had to reach down and actually check, but yes, somehow, he was getting hard again. That shouldn’t be-

Legendary Warden stamina.

Well. Shit. Maybe if he ignored it, it’d go away?

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Aria turned to her side and pushed the pillow under her hips away from her, trying get more comfortable to catch her breath. Her hands stroked his chest and she sneezed softly with the chill air touching her skin.

Her eyes followed the motion of his hands and she grinned, thinking that was probably the first time she'd ever seen a man recovering so quickly from his peak. Aria kissed him and chuckled "Well, I might say there is something I had never experienced before."

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She shivered, and Blackwall’s first instinct was to cover her back up again. Course, that wouldn’t actually help much, so he wrestled the duvet down far enough that they could climb underneath it. He spooned up behind Aria once she was settled on her side again, leaned up to kiss her proper.

“You’ve never experienced a cock before, love? What happened to knowing enough to take risks?” Because if she’d been lying about that, then he’d been far too rough with her. And even if she hadn’t, it was your first time together. What kind of impression is that? That you’re a fucking animal, that’s what. Don’t even have the courtesy to know when a thing is over.

His mind railed against him and he tuned it out best he could. Nuzzled behind Aria’s ear, cuddled closer and wrapped his arms around her. Didn’t push his hips forward, though.

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Aria laughed, not objecting the cuddle.

"Ow, please, don't pretend you're silly." she turned in his arms to face him, pintching his nose playfully "As far as I recall, women are the ones usually ready again far faster than men." she opened her mouth to speak again, but stopped, noticing she was about to give far more information than she thought he could handle now. Maybe another time.

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He rolled his eyes, not bothering to struggle when she took hold of his nose and didn’t let it go. Raised an eyebrow when she looked about to go on, but she closed her mouth and shook her head instead, so he shrugged.

“Warden business, my lady. Very top secret.” At least he was assuming it was. Maker, what if it were this strange not-Fade? Perverted thing for it to do. Not very likely either.

He pinched her nose in retaliation. She squeezed his a few times and twisted it one way and then the other. “You know, you don’t make a terribly solid case for claiming to be old.”

And this was all a lovely distraction from what he actually wanted to ask her. Should probably wait until he didn’t sound ridiculous. Which was more stalling. Fuck.

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"Don't let my elven blood fool you, vhenan. By the end of this year, I'll spend my 38th Fall in this ruthless world."

Vhenan.
She had said it again.
Just like he had called her 'love' moments before.

A pit formed of her stomach and her heart bursted. She was panicking on the inside, she needed to breathe. Now. Aria tried to not desperately fumble with her limbs to leave the bed, planting a kiss to his forehead before getting up and finding her way to the small bath chamber, leaning against the wall to avoid collapsing.

The memories were vivid now and she struggled to stiff the sobbing, hands shaking. Creators, she was falling for him. Really falling for him. But the warm cuddling, his voice softly calling her 'love', his care and gentleness were terribly like... -

No.
No, no, no, she wouldn't keep remembering, not now.
Not fair with Blackwall.

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So, that answered the question of how much older than her he was. Was about to tell her so, but then something behind her eyes broke and she bolted. By the time she’d shut the door on an attached bath he’d barely noticed, he’d managed to prop himself up on his elbows. Sat there like a lump staring at that door.

That had been fear. He’d scared her. She’d been laughing and teasing as she always did, trying to hide it. Probably trying to scrub herself clean in there right now. Couldn’t blame her. Not a bit. In the heat of the moment, blood running high, you say plenty you don’t mean. Agree to things you don’t actually want.

Fuck.

Blackwall pulled up his pants and trousers, tied the laces with shaking fingers. Pulled his shirt loose of the headboard and put that back on as well. Struggled free of the bed. Looked between his armour and the door Aria- the Inquisitor was behind.

No. You’re not so much a coward you’d just leave without telling her. You’d better not be, anyway.

He dug under the unreasonable number of pillows until he found her underclothes. Padded over to the door. Stood there tracing the whorls of the grain with his eyes until he finally mustered up the balls to actually knock on the wood.

“Aria? My lady, are you alright?”

Of course she’s not, you knobhead! Old fool, what kind of question is that? ‘Are you alright?’ You fucking know she’s not, that’s what's got you running like a scalded dog. Maker’s balls, you’re as brainless as you are ugly.

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Aria wasn't alright, but if she admitted, she would break.
She opened and closed her mouth several times, trying to find her voice to speak; she could lie, clearly lie, and hurt him. Or tell the truth and probably scare him away forever. But at least she wouldn't make him think he had done something.

"Sorry, I'm not." her voice trembled "But it's not your fault, I assure you."