For @themusicmaker69 and the prompt “Dorian’s parents come to Skyhold” by @scarletfoxtales. Angst and family fighting follows.
They don’t talk about it, not at first. They don’t talk about a lot of things. Important things, yes, the Iron Bull makes sure of that. On the second night Dorian comes to him, courage bolstered by whatever he’d been drinking in his alcove, the Bull sits him down and waits until it’s worn off a little. Goes and gets him some food from down below, nothing fancy.
A bowl of stew and some bread, a pitcher of water. Dorian hasn’t overdone it on the drinking, doesn’t usually. He doesn’t live in the bottle.
The Bull could see Dorian getting to that point someday, sure. But not now. Not when there are better distractions to be had. The Bull’s fine with being one of them.
They talk about watchwords; it’s not a fun talk. Dorian’s flippant, agrees to one because why not, he wants sex and Bull’s somewhat attractive and has nice muscles and a kind face if a bit scarred, but will he just get on with it? Dorian wants to be fucked into the mattress, now please. Ugh.
The pleases are an afterthought, not true begging. They’re said with a sigh, like Dorian is doing the Bull a great favor by even being here.
“You’re not the first man I’ve done this kind of thing with” Dorian tells him, “and you won’t be the last. Now if you would just get on with it? Or should I tie you up, and fuck myself on your cock? At least something would be happening, then.”