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When Davrin had first fallen into bed with the assassin, it had been to work out the tension between them, fucking to avoid fighting. It had been rough, lacking respect, faces shoved into pillows and hands over mouths, taunts and bruises and verbal jabs, fucking like it was a competition they meant to win. That’s all it was. That’s all it was supposed to be, and yet…
And yet.
He didn’t know when it changed. He didn’t know when he started looking at Lucanis differently, when Lucanis started looking back. He didn’t know when Lucanis’ wellbeing became such a priority for him, when his terrible quips became an amusement instead of an annoyance, when Assan’s liking for the man became sweet instead of irritating. He couldn’t pinpoint when he’d started craving Lucanis in more than just the bedroom, getting more thrill from his joy than his submission, heart fluttering at a cackling laugh or a gentle smile. He never thought he’d grow to respect an assassin of all people, let alone care about one, but still he inevitably found his eyes searching for Lucanis in battle, his hands reaching for him once they were safe, his heart only settled once he’d ensured the man was unharmed.
And when he was harmed, most often by pulling some stupid stunt, then he simply had to be punished.
“D-Davrin-“ Lucanis’ voice was rough and ragged, trembling, “Davrin, please, s-surely your jaw must be hurting…” Davrin didn’t grant him a response, too preoccupied with the powerful thighs clamped around his ears and the perfect pussy quivering against his mouth, slick and open, swollen and puffy from overuse. He jaw was indeed aching, but still he plunged his tongue as deep as he could, and Lucanis arched his back nearly off the bed, grasping desperately at the sheets, thighs reflexively tightening and loosening around Davrin’s head as the mighty hunter lapped at him like a drunk with wine, like a wolf with its kill, like a glutton with a rich creamy dessert. He nosed at the perfect growth of his cock, tongue flicking and curling within him, determined to reduce Lucanis’ clever little mind to mush.
“A-Ah…” and it seemed to be working, Lucanis falling apart beneath him, and it was his own stubbornness keeping him there, “Please-“
Davrin couldn’t recall how many times Lucanis had cum tonight, he’d lost track around nine, but the novelty of making it happen still hadn’t worn off. He felt the telltale tensing of Lucanis’ body, the change in his moans, and took his cue to seal his lips around Lucanis’ cock and suck. The sound Lucanis made as he came was like a hit of purest lyrium, or at least Davrin imagined so, and the gush of slick that soaked his face was like the first bloom of summertime. He lapped it all up, not wanting to waste a drop, moaning at the tight clench of Lucanis’ thighs clamping around his head, just short of painful, a reminder that Lucanis was powerful in his own right, that his submission was a choice.
“D… Dav… rin…” Lucanis mewled, mewled, and Davrin’s cock throbbed painfully, “I…mierda…” He was beautiful, he was a vision, but Davrin’s eyes were drawn like a compulsion to the new scar across his stomach, a shallow wound, easily healed, but still one that shouldn’t have happened. It only happened because Lucanis was an idiot who thought stabbing a venatori was more important than dodging a blade.
And that was why they were here now.
“Got anything to say to me?” Davrin rasped, leaning his head against Lucanis’ thigh, nuzzling slightly, “An apology for being an idiot, perhaps? All you gotta do is apologize, just say you’re sorry and I stop torturing you.”
“I… I…” for a moment Davrin thought he might cave, but then he dropped his hazy eyes to meet Davrin’s, stubborn to the last, “I won’t apologize for taking out a threat.” Davrin hummed, shrugging as he lowered his mouth back down to Lucanis’ cunt.
“Then we keep going.” he said easily, lips twitching upwards at the dismayed whine that fell from Lucanis’ lips, “I got plenty more left in me, and there’s hours to go before sunrise.”
“Hours?” Lucanis rasped incredulously, chest heaving, expression slack with delicious helplessness as he threw a clumsy arm over his eyes, “Davrin, you’re insane, you’re ridiculous, you can’t possibly-“
“Stop me then. You know how.” Davrin said, flashing a predatory grin before diving back in, relishing the shriek of overstimulated pleasure-pain that ripped from Lucanis’ lips. He watched with hooded satisfaction as Lucanis arched up off the bed, grabbing at his own hair in desperation, head tossing from side to side as filthy sounds spilled from his lips like a waterfall he couldn’t stop. Davrin idly ground his own hips against the sheets, in no rush to finish himself, basking in Lucanis and the simple pleasure of making him fall apart.
“Mierda, you’re so… so…” Lucanis couldn’t seem to decide what to do with his hips, trying to get closer while also jerking away, confused pleasure and overstimulation making an inconsistent man of him, “You-You’re overreacting-“
“Overreacting ?” His eyes flashed, and he pulled Lucanis’ thighs from around his head and shoved them back, putting the Crow’s flexibility on full display as he pinned his knees nearly to his ears, growling like a full-blown animal as stared down at the dripping swollen cunt on full display for him, “If that venatori hadn’t sucked at aiming, you could have died.”
“I kn-knew what I was doing, I-“ He yelped as Davrin dipped down and shoved his tongue as deep into him as he could, pulling out every trick he had to make Lucanis’ mind go utterly blank. He dedicated himself wholly to the task, lapping and flicking and suckling, rubbing his nose into his cock and holding Lucanis still as he writhed and bucked and sobbed Davrin’s name.
“Gonna make you cum one more time.” he promised darkly, panting between laps at his folds, “Then I’m gonna fuck you for good measure, as many times as I want, or until you apologize for scaring the shit out of me. You want that, pretty bird? Want me to stuff this little pussy full? Or are you ready to give in?”
“D…Dav-“ Lucanis whined, tugging on his own hair, dark tresses curled around agile fingers in a way that made Davrin jealous, “C-Can’t, can’t-“
“You can.” Davrin leaned down to press a sweet kiss to the heated swell of his cock, easily holding the man down when he jerked, “You will.” His mouth fell back upon Lucanis’ cunt as if drawn by an irresistible magic, burying himself in the heat between his thighs, and Lucanis cried out as Davrin soon dragged another painstaking orgasm out of him, a little more of his mind melting into the ether and leaving him blissfully thoughtless. Davrin growled, eyes fluttering as Lucanis shook apart beneath him, pressing his nose into the crux of him and inhaling deeply.
“Pretty bird.” he moaned, dizzy with his scent, “Luca. If there’s one thing hunters have in abundance, it’s patience.” Lucanis moaned shakily, sinking into the sheets, panting for air as Davrin stroked down his thighs. He gently pulled Lucanis’ legs towards himself, having mercy on his poor back. Lucanis watched with hazy eyes as he straightened, groaning as his own back crackled in protest from hours of eating Lucanis out.
“Ay…” he made a sound that he’d forever deny was a whimper, and Davrin couldn’t push down the swell of fondness growing in his chest.
“Are you sorry?” he asked sweetly, sliding Lucanis’ legs over his shoulder, holding them steady as he pressed the tip of his cock against the sloppy heat of his cunt, letting it linger there in silent promise. Lucanis whined, making a visible effort to pull himself together at least a little, and Davrin’s smile grew when the answer to his question was a heated look of utter defiance, “Alright.” And with that he sheathed himself to the hilt, his punched-out groan mixing beautifully with Lucanis’ trembling wail as he filled him completely. He didn’t give him any time to adjust, starting up a pounding rhythm as he fucked Lucanis within an inch of his life, taking his fill of him.
“Let’s see what gives out first.” he grunted, admiring Lucanis’ face like a fine piece of art, the flushed face, the teary brown eyes, “Your stubbornness or my Warden stamina.” Lucanis may have tried to speak, to snipe at him, but all that came out was a scream of Davrin’s name.
Lucanis never did end up apologizing, but Davrin couldn’t be too put out when the night still ended with the assassin in his arms, grinning like the cat that got the cream.