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Rook blamed Davrin and Emmrich, for the record.
Listening to all their parent talk, the way they argued over the best way to discipline, shared advice for when Manfred or Assan were upset, laughed together at silly anecdotes.
It made him curious. He had never really thought about kids before, didn’t see his life playing out that way when he was in the Antaam, and he was thrust into work with Varric too soon after defecting to think about any new possibilities that came with his new role.
He began to wonder if Lucanis was supposed to have an heir, as First Talon. If he wanted one, whether it mattered if he wanted one.
Wondered what Lucanis would be like as a parent, too. Would he be stern? Indulgent? Overbearing? Rook knew he didn’t have the easiest childhood, but he couldn’t see the sweet man he loved ever treating any children the way he was treated, let alone his own.
It stayed in the back of his mind for weeks, until his want for answers finally had the question barreling out of his mouth.
“Do you ever think about having kids?” He asked without preamble, voice deliberately casual.
He and Lucanis had been laying on the couch in his room, having just bathed and planning to relax a little. Lucanis was practically laying on top of him, facing the large aquarium wall and near dozing off, as he was wont to do. Rook’s arm was wrapped around his shoulders, hand rubbing small circles into his chest.
Lucanis tensed at the question, going stiff and hesitating briefly before answering. “It is… somewhat expected. As First Talon.”
He suspected as much. Rook let out a noncommittal hum. “That’s not what I asked.”
The assassin went quiet for a few seconds. “You answer first.”
It made Rook huff out a little laugh, grinning at the top of Lucanis’ head.
“I think it could be nice. Not now, there’s still so much instability. Everywhere.” They have so much work to do. There was no telling how long it would be before Rook could even think about settling down. “But maybe one day.”
Lucanis looked up at him, then away.
“Your turn.”
Lucanis groaned.
“I don’t know. I mean—it would need to be adoption. It’s not like you can—“ he paused, clearing his throat. “It’s not like you can get me. Pregnant.”
Rook hummed again. There was something about the way Lucanis said it. Like he had thought about it before, Rook not being able to knock him up. It opened up a brand new box of curiosity in Rook’s mind, previous line of questioning completely forgotten. After a beat of silence, he spoke.
“Would you like it if I could?”
Lucanis’ head whips up to look at him, incredulous, but there was a definite redness to his cheeks. The kind that Lucanis would never admit to having.
Rook raised his eyebrows, smirking down at him. “What?”
“You can’t just—say things like that.”
Rook laughed it off, bending his head down to kiss Lucanis on the forehead, then cheek, then gripping the man’s chin and tilting his head up so he could reach his lips. They kissed, slow and light, Rook’s free hand landing on the edge of Lucanis’ collarbone and wrapping loosely around his neck. He squeezed just a little, loving the way it had Lucanis’ breath hitching, then moved it down, rubbing at his chest and playfully pinching a nipple, making Lucanis yelp into his mouth.
He kept going, stopping at the man’s lower stomach, putting slightly more weight into his touch.
As soon as he did, he could feel the room heat up, something thick filling the air. Lucanis drew in a sharp breath, pulled back barely enough to disconnect their lips, looking up at Rook with his big, needy eyes.
They both froze, just for a second, staring at one another. And then they were kissing again. It was deeper, dirtier, Lucanis rolling onto his stomach to get a better angle, straddling Rook’s thighs. Rook steadied the man with a hand on his hip, the other still pressed against his belly. He prodded at Lucanis’ lips with his tongue until he opened up underneath him, licking inside his mouth, tasting the remnants of their noon meal and coffee, always coffee. Rook briefly wondered if the stuff was still addictive if you were getting it from someone else’s tongue.
The hand on Lucanis’ stomach pressed harder, trailing to the sensitive spot on his side before returning, pushing into his skin again. Lucanis gasped into his mouth, gripping at his shoulders as they continued to taste each other.
Rook got lost in it, the feeling of Lucanis’ mouth, the taste of him. How small he felt in his lap, the desperate noises falling out of his lips.
Both of his hands wrapped around Lucanis’ back, sliding down until they grabbed handfuls of his ass, making the man jerk into Rook and whine into his mouth. Rook used his grip to spread his cheeks, stretching him just on the side of too much. He let go with one hand, pulling it back to reach for Lucanis’ belt and making short work of getting rid of it, then unclasping the buttons on his pants.
He brought the hand back to Lucanis’ ass, sneaking it under his pants and underwear to grab at the skin, pressing his thumb over the man’s hole.
Lucanis spasmed in his arms once again, breaking the kiss to lean his forehead against Rook’s as he took in shallow breaths.
“Rook.” He whispered, voice raspy with desire, and Rook knew exactly what he was asking, always did.
It was later, when Lucanis was riding Rook, slow and hot, that he remembered. Or rather, was reminded.
Lucanis had been bent over him, chest on chest, slowly rolling his hips where they sat on Rook’s cock. Rook met his movements with slow, minute thrusts, enjoying the pace, wanting to languish inside of him for as long as he could.
They kissed and kissed until their mouths were swollen and sore, Rook biting onto Lucanis’ lip when he tried to pull back, making the man dive in one more time before finally sitting up. He leaned back then, hands going behind him to grab Rook’s knees, and this way—oh.
Rook’s eyes nearly rolled back into his head at what he saw. A bulge in Lucanis’ stomach every time he sank down on Rook’s lap, where his cock was pressing against it from the inside. Fuck, he could just barely see the bump, but it was still almost enough to make him come on the spot.
He brought a hand up Lucanis’ hips, skimming up to his belly, then laid his palm over the area where he was literally trying to break out of the smaller man. On Lucanis’ next downward bounce, Rook could feel it, his cock distending against the skin, could feel it in his palm, his thumb pressing directly against the bulge.
Lucanis whined loud at the sensation of Rook pressing back against his own cock. “Keep doing that.” He practically cried.
Rook groaned, unabashed, and pressed harder, making Lucanis cry out every time he sank down again.
“Shit, Lucanis,” he was suddenly reminded of the conversation they’d had earlier, the thought hitting him like the blast of a mage’s spell. “You look like you’re—I can see—”
Lucanis just moaned, then opened his eyes, looking down at where Rook’s hand was touching his stomach. The second he saw what Rook was talking about, his eyes went wide, mouth falling open.
“Oh.” He said, small and breathless, like he could barely believe what he was seeing. His own dick was hard and red as it bounced along with him.
It made a broken noise punch its way out of Rook’s throat, his eyes squeezing shut, unoccupied hand rubbing up and down Lucanis’ thigh as he tried to control himself. His hips bucked up on their own volition, though, making the Crow shout and throw his head back. So he did it again, and again, and kept going, fucking up into him wildly, unreserved, moving both of his hands to Lucanis’ waist to help him balance.
He could still see the bump, it almost looked like—
“Looks like I put a baby in you.” He gasped out, and watched in awe as Lucanis’s whole body jerked violently, the small man screaming as he came untouched, practically falling onto Rook’s cock again and again until he wore himself out.
It was the most beautiful thing Rook had ever seen, and it was his doing.
Lucanis’s eyes were closed, finally slowing down to the point that he was just sitting on Rook’s cock, hips twisting in tiny circles as he milked that last bit of pleasure.
“Oh.” He said again, eyes slowly blinking open.
“Holy shit.” Rook said, and Lucanis’ already flushed cheeks grew even pinker.
“I’m sorry. I—”
Rook cut him off. “Hey, no,” he sat up, still hard inside Lucanis, the movement making the Crow moan despite his embarrassed state. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
He said it earnestly, breathlessly, because it was true. Lucanis coming solely from Rook’s cock in his ass and the thought of being pregnant with Rook’s child. Rook had to squeeze his eyes shut once more and bite his lip to stop from driving his hips upward, not wanting to hurt the other man by moving too much too quickly.
When he opened his eyes, Lucanis was looking at him, eyes half lidded, sated but still filled with desire. He kissed him briefly before pulling back.
“Fuck me like you’re gonna put a baby in me,” he said, repeating Rook’s words from earlier, and Rook didn’t even think before he was grabbing Lucanis and twisting them around, throwing the man down on the couch underneath them. His cock had slipped out, so he lined them up again and immediately started thrusting into him, nearly falling on top of him and sticking his face into Lucanis’ neck.
He pounded into him, fast and desperate, biting at Lucanis’ tendon, making him moan, his hands clutching at Rook’s shoulders. His thrusts were growing wilder and wilder, and he could feel himself getting close to the edge.
He needed to see it again, needed to watch his cock go in and out of Lucanis, so he pulled back, tsk’ing at Lucanis’ whine and grabbing his hips. He lifted Lucanis up so that his lower half was in the air, fully supported by Rook’s hands, while his shoulders and head still rested on the bed underneath them. Lucanis wrapped his legs around Rook’s back, pawing at his chest as he looked up at him with dark, dazed eyes.
At this angle he could see it again, his cock distending Lucanis’ belly. It sent a white hot surge of fire up his veins, making him thrust even harder, holding himself inside Lucanis for a second every time he pushed forward to see that outline he was already obsessed with.
Lucanis whimpered underneath him at the rough treatment, overstimulated and tired, but still pushed back to meet his thrusts as best as he could, hands loosely gripping Rook’s forearms.
“Come on, Rook,” He said, soft and airy, like he could barely string a sentence together at all, “get me pregnant. I want—I want it.”
And that did it. The thought of fucking him so hard he got knocked up, the thought that the bump he could barely see was permanent, that it would get bigger and bigger with their child. His child. Rook would do that to him. It was the sweetest, most addicting thought he’d ever had.
He came, seeing white, buried deep inside Lucanis as he could be. It felt like it went on forever, emptying himself into the smaller man, the both of them moaning at the feeling.
After cleaning themselves up, Lucanis was lying on the couch, Rook straddling his thighs this time. He laid his hands over Lucanis’ belly, admiring the way they could almost wrap around him completely.
“You’re so tiny, even for a human.”
He started rubbing his hands up and down in small motions. Imagined them gliding over a baby bump.
“A half-qunari would probably make you look like you were having triplets.” He said, fascinated.
“Rook.” Lucanis whined, lightly hitting his arm, so Rook finally gave up his ministrations, laying down beside the man with one hand still resting on his stomach. He leaned over to kiss him on the cheek, pulling back to see the man’s eyes closed, breath evening out as he began to fall asleep.
Rook just huffed out a quiet laugh, easing his head down as he turned on his side, gently grabbing Lucanis by the waist and scooting him back so they were connected. Closing his eyes, he followed Lucanis into their dreams.