[ The two of them together are obsessed with each other, and Solas knows it; he leans into her, anchored to her by his adoration, by his want of more of her, and nothing she might do or say would take that from him. His love for her is the one thing that had kept the goodness inside of him alive, had kept him from wanting to drown himself in his regrets and his guilt, and being able to come to her once more, to know her as familiarly and as desperately as he had...
It is a relief, a gift, a bounty. He loves her.
Reaching, he lifts one of her legs to wrap it around him, his other hand sliding between their legs. His fingers wrap around the shape of her new cock, long fingers curling and dragging, callouses against warm skin. It feels so much better than the toys they might have enjoyed in the past, and he breathes out a little, warmed laugh as he nudges their noses together, pained by how much he wants her, needs her. ]
So I can see.
[ His mouth presses to her jaw, and he smiles, an expression filled with adoration. ]
Do you wish for my hand alone, ma vhenan, or would my mouth better suit you?
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It is a relief, a gift, a bounty. He loves her.
Reaching, he lifts one of her legs to wrap it around him, his other hand sliding between their legs. His fingers wrap around the shape of her new cock, long fingers curling and dragging, callouses against warm skin. It feels so much better than the toys they might have enjoyed in the past, and he breathes out a little, warmed laugh as he nudges their noses together, pained by how much he wants her, needs her. ]
So I can see.
[ His mouth presses to her jaw, and he smiles, an expression filled with adoration. ]
Do you wish for my hand alone, ma vhenan, or would my mouth better suit you?