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[irabelas]

[Dhaveiras firmly believes that sometimes, there should be breaks between missions. It's been nonstop from the start of all of this, and while he's very determined to deal with it on his own, with his friends, before it gets out of hand (hah)— he needs a break.

It had taken far too long to pull Cullen away from his duties and convince him to follow him to his room.]

Now, don't look so sour. I haven't seen you step out of your office for three days now, so either you're not getting any sleep, or you're sleeping too poorly for it to matter. [It's a little scolding, but Dhaveiras doesn't hide the playful tone in between his words as they pass crowds in the hall.

Now they're in the quiet part, and he can even turn over his shoulder a little and offer Cullen a smile before he steps quickly ahead.] We're nearly there.

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[irabelas]

[Ah, the both of them are cute. Dorian is so amusing, and Cullen stuttering is probably too great— Dhaveiras glances to him at the question and then gives a not-so-innocent glance over to Dorian.]

Technically, it was Dorian's idea. [He just agreed and helped plan this, yes.] Dorian, please, you're startling him. At least leave some room for foreplay.

[flashystyle]

Well, there best be some foreplay. [Dorian furrows his brows like he has no idea what Dhaveiras might mean, but he the facade cracks as he's trying not to laugh.] I'm sorry, Cullen, but you're about as red as Cassandra reading Swords and Shields. It's... adorable.

[He's just naked, come on. Will not posing like a model help? He'll clasp his hands together in front of his chest, as if there's any modesty left to protect here.] It was just a thought. I didn't think our dear Inquisitor would follow through, but here we are. We should help you get more comfortable, shouldn't we? The bed is free.

[ahem]

I am not startled! [ He is absolutely startled, and he has every right to be! But he doesn't need to point it out, nor does Dorian have to comment on how red he is. He knows!!

Cullen takes a deep breath, trying to reel in both his surprise and the very obvious intrigue regarding the current situation. He tries to look Dorian in the eyes and it's... it's not really working, because hot damn is that man fit for a mage. ]

I suspect I have little choice in the matter, one way or the other. [ So, sure, just lead him to the bed. Maybe he can suffocate himself with a pillow. ]

[irabelas]

You don't have to do this.

[Dhaveiras' words come softer than his other joking ones as he puts a hand behind Cullen's back. He's still going to urge him over to the bed, yes, because he wants this and Dorian wants this and he can tell that Cullen is interested, but he wants it made clear that this is a choice. Come on now, admit it...]

What would make it easiest on you? [Watching first, starting with one person first... You know, things like that.]

[flashystyle]

And don't say "Dorian leaving the room." [Dorian is still joking, damn him, but he's at least lingering behind Dhaveiras to give the man some space.] If you only want the Inquisitor, I would be... disappointed, but he's right. You don't have to do anything you don't want.

[Look at him, looking at Cullen with concern. He does care.]

[ahem]

[ Cullen lets Dhaveiras guide him to the bed with little resistance — a sure enough sign that he's hardly against the idea in general, despite the initial overreaction. But, in his defense, he had only ever been in a situation like this in his dreams, and he never once expected them to become a reality like they apparently are now.

He settles on the bed, instinctively reaching for Dhaveiras to pull him closer. A glance to Dorian — well, he has two hands. He can reach for him, too. ]

I never said I didn't want to. I just — maker, just come here. [ Both of you. DO SOMETHING. ]