The Reluctant Inquisitor

So I finally drew Fallout AU Lavellan Squad @thereluctantinquisitor

STOP THE PRESSES DID I JUST WRITE SIN?????? THE ANSWER IS YES @orihharas I AM SCREAMING. Be gentle this is the first time for me writing smut, lmao. This is for the babes Krie Mahariel (my warden’s son) and Krie Lavellan, my Inquisitors idiot best friend.

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They were both alive and well, having survived Corypheus’ attempt at bringing the world down around their ears. Krie was situated near August’s table where they had managed to procure a copy of Swords and Shields, undoubtedly from Varric. Both men had been /extremely/ interested in why August’s lover was so keen on the books and by the look on their faces, had instantly tried not to dissolve into laughter. All around them the noise of the celebrations created a rather distracting barrier for Ari, but he still couldn’t keep his eyes off of Krie. Being utterly convinced they would all be obliterated it came as a suprise to the elven man that any of them had survived without a scratch. How relieved he had been when the both of them stepped out of the remains of Haven on wobbly legs but no worse for wear, how badly Ari had wanted to fling himself at Krie and let him know just how happy he had been.

Perhaps now….he could? After all no one was clamoring for paper work to be done or accompany Callie into the field…

Quickly the rogue turned his gaze onto the drink in his hand, heat blooming within his tan cheeks. Trembling fingers held firmly onto Ari’s glass of supposedly Orlesian liquor, although it really just tasted of halla piss and boiled deathroot; which is probably what it had been made out of. Toxic stuff. Hardly able to contain much more of Blackwall’s yammering to which he had /not/ been listening, Ari graciously murmured an apology and strode forward into the crowd. Somewhere along the way he set down his drink and found the heat in his cheeks settling into other areas.

Creators, if he just got a kiss out of Krie he would the happiest man in all of Thedas.

“Have you come to join in on the fun?” August called from the table once Ari had gotten close enough, nearly in tears.

“Uh….”, the elven man sputtered, taken aback for a moment. There almost wasn’t a reply when he felt an arm encircle his waist and found a soft grin angled his way.

“I got to hand it to Varric, he’s got a lot of odd idea up in that head of his”, Krie let out a chuckle, raising the hairs on Ari’s neck in such a good way. He just couldn’t resist this anymore.

“I need to speak with you. Privately” Ari blurted out and began to tug away from his lover. Crimson eyes caught his as he turned, the smile from earlier turning into something of confusion but also curiosity. The pair said their goodbyes to August who saluted with the copy of Swords and Shields, most likely going to get a talking to from Cassandra later.

Once out of view, in one of the winding halls of Skyhold, Ari whipped around to fave his lover who more than likely had a question on the tip of his tongue. Only he never got to ask it. Their mouths crashed together with a painful clack of teeth, however they managed to recover and Ari eagerly deepened the kiss. Krie’s shaggy, white hair became gripped within the other elves fist; softly of corse.

“What’s gotten into you, love? Haven’t been getting enough of me lately?” Krie purred once they parted, his gaze hooded with a spark of desire. A sliver of annoyance crept into Ari’s chest but he did not huff.

“We survived. I didn’t think we would and I just-”, he glanced upwards, unable to put into words how he felt. Which was quite odd considering Ari was never speechless. Concern flashed for a moment in Krie’s eyes and he raised a hand to cup his lovers cheek, only for his fingers to descend to Ari’s chin and draw him in for another kiss. Ever so slowly the rogues intertwined against the stone wall of the hallway, both lost in just how good it felt to be with one another; alive. There was no desperate tinge to their love.

Although it was a little maddening.

“Perhaps it would be better to continue this in out quarters”, Ari murmured as Krie’s lips connected with his neck, hands already gripping his hips firmly. A hum of approval was all the smaller rogue needed to drag his lover down the rest of the hallway, more kisses applied as they stumbled through the nearest doorway, which thankfully was their lodgings. Tunics were discarded, however to Ari’s despair, their breeches were not. Choking back a rather pathetic whimper the elf felt Krie’s lips return to his throat, along with a playful nip from sharp teeth. His breath caught as the other man drew him up into his lap, sitting upon their unmade bed.

If Ari had thought the blush from the party had been terrible, well this was much worse. It felt as if every inch of his skin was cast in pleasurable flame and he could not help but roll his hips when Krie bit down after the next flurry of kisses. Frustration and the slight bit of annoyance crept back into Ari’s chest but he couldn’t keep hold of it, oh no. Nothing could ground him when he was in this idiot’s embrace. There was no one he loved more in the entirety of the world, or at least Thedas.

“I love you, gods, I love you so much Krie” Ari growled, his voice dark and raspy.

“I love you too, ma vhenan”

/ma vhenan/

Those two words had Ari shoving Krie against their mattress, breathing so heavily one might of thought he’d just come out of battle; his lips had been kissed so raw and swollen but it didn’t matter at all to the elf, he had to do it just once more.

And boy, did he get a reward. It seemed that Krie couldn’t contain himself anymore either, his hips bucking up into his lovers with a strangled groan only made louder when Ari himself lowered to administer his own marks. The pale skin reddened beneath his touches and constant smooches, sloppy or otherwise. It wasn’t until his teeth and mouth found purchase on Krie’s hips that the other man yanked him back up and his deft fingers began undoing Ari’s breeches. Ari took his cue to do likewise. Crimson lenses met with forest green as they lay with nothing between them, hot and heady. Krie slid a hand up into Ari’s jet black hair /reverently/, sending a shockwave of pleasure and warmth all along his nerves. With a devilish smirk the white haired elf wiggled his way from beneath his lover and leaned over to grab their bottle of oil. A straight wash of blood went straight to Ari’s already stiff member and he instantly became a few shades darker. Chuckling, Krie beckoned towards him and drew Ari, once again, into his lap. Of course the smaller elf was more than eager to aid his lover in the application of oil and gripped the sheets once Krie’s finger was settled inside of him. It was always a little uncomfortable at first but the result-? More than worth it.

“You’re so gorgeous, Ari” Krie breathed against his flushed skin, pressing a chaste kiss to his lovers forehead.

“Krie, I-!” the other elf began only to be cut off by his own groan as Krie made gentle motions with his finger. How desperately he wanted to ride his hand but Ari had to save some of that for later. Just thinking about the prospect of Krie being even further inside him procured more whimpers out of his lungs.

“So lovely, almost can’t believe someone so beautiful would be here, with me. But by the Creators, or Andraste, or the the fucking Maker, you’re a vision”

Another finger made it into the mix after those words and Ari almost, almost, teetered over the edge. Moaning Krie’s name into his pale shoulder, nails scraped against the elfs spine as he murmured lovely nothings.

/Ar lath ma, vhenan/

“Krie, please, please!” the smaller rogue cried out, chest tightening with the pleasure of the moment.

“I love the way you call my name, Ari”

A whisper. Simple little things. It was almost enough to send the Lavellan into a climax when Krie entered him, hands gripping him firmly as they rocked together in a slightly messy rhythm. More nips and bites peppered Ari’s collarbone as he wound his scarred fingers in Krie’s hair, gasping. Nothing but confessions of love were blurted out. There were no doubts that bruises and marks would be quite visible in the morning but it didn’t matter. They were together, alive, healthy, loved; they had lived.

With a last shaky thrust of his hips, Ari spilled against Krie’s stomach in a burst of white hot pleasure, the other elf following suit not long after as he held Ari tightly. They collapsed together, panting and tired, but so very happy. In a lazy attempt to give Krie a kiss the smaller rogue he absolutely missed and ended up puckering up to open air. Rounds and rounds of laughing emptied out of the other elf as Ari glared at him sleepily, too warm and happy to protest. Upon the final chuckle Krie bestowed a kiss to Ari’s forehead.

“Let’s bathe and then we’ll get to sleep”

“Whatever you say, emma lath”

@thereluctantinquisitor yep, this is most DEFINITELY SIN YEP. Pls excuse me reblogging it from my art blog because I’m a giant nerd.