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Rowan wiped the sweat from his brow as he slipped in the side entrance to the kitchens, grabbing a cool glass of water as he made his way up to the main keep. Maybe if he was lucky he could sneak all the way up to his rooms without being stopped. As he crossed the large storage room a noise to the left caught his ear, it was almost a whimper and it came from the library annex that held the darker tomes in their collection. Immediately on his guard Rowan pulled his staff off his back and crept towards the sound. As he placed his hand on the door another moan sounded, a very familiar moan at that. Dorian.
Propriety dictated he should turn and walk away, leave the man to his latest conquest and go about his day. But Rowan was anything but proper. He’d wanted the man since their first meeting in the Hinterlands but had assumed he wasn’t interested in men. Of course he’d learned he was wrong well after he’d lost any chance, walking in on Dorian with one of the Bull’s chargers a few days before.
Maker he had been pretty, spread out on the table as Grim pounded into. Clearly the taciturn Charger was just a distraction as Dorian appeared to be an utter wreck under him when he caught Rowan’s eye and smirked before moaning exaggeratedly.
Swearing he just wanted to make sure it was what he thought Rowan pushed the door open a crack and peered in. Only to be greeted by nothing other than Iron Bull’s ass flexing as it pounded into Dorian who clearly wasn’t faking his enjoyment this time. And Rowan could clearly see why as Bull pulled almost entirely free of Dorian’s ass revealing a large pierced cock.
“Bull, fuck, please!” Dorian whined, arching back to try and reclaim the cock that was clearly ruining him.
It took every ounce of self control for Rowan to hold back his own moan as Bull wrapped his hand in Dorian's hair and pulled him off the desk so the smaller man was flush against his chest giving Rowan a glimpse of his cock standing thick and proud.
“Enjoying yourself Dorian?” he murmured barely loud enough for Rowan to hear as the hand moved from his hair to his neck. “Can you touch yourself for me? Let me feel you come on my cock.”
Rowan felt like the large quinari was talking to him and he was helpless to resist, his own hand quietly working the ties of his pants loose enough to free his aching cock so he could stroke it in time with Dorian’s movements as Bull started fucking him even harder than before.
“That's it, take the pleasure, lover.” Bull purred before pushing Dorian back over the desk and grabbing his hips, changing the angle so he was drilling into the smaller man's prostate judging by the desperate keening coming from Dorian’s mouth in a constant stream. “Maker, you feel good, so tight around my cock. I didn’t think you could take me, I’m glad I was wrong.” Bull grunted.
“Bull! FUCK! I --” Dorian panted, the hand not wrapped around his own dick scrabbling for purchase on the smooth wood.
Bull understood the unsaid plea and picked up his pace, driving into Dorian until he came with a scream, spilling all over the desk under him. The quinari kept fucking Dorian through his own orgasm before burying himself to the hilt and giving into his own orgasm with a grunt.
In the hall Rowan shoved his fist in his mouth as he sped up his own fist, riding the wave of his own orgasm. As the last waves of it rolled through him, so did the shame, quickly he tucked himself away and hurried out of the hall. Rushing toward his room he brushed off anyone who tried to stop him on the main level until he could shut the door to his quarters behind him.
Meanwhile Dorian was now sitting on the desk downstairs, leaning his head against Bull’s shoulder. “Think he enjoyed the show?” He asked with a chuckle.
“I know I enjoyed giving it.” Bull replied with a grin, “next time we should let him join us.”