Indomitable focus - Solas/Male Adaar
Solas was deeply ashamed. Ashamed of himself. Falling for the Inquisitor. A man! One of these damned qunari! And Solas was lost to him. He, of all people! But one look of these warm amber eyes and one whisper with this soft voice and Solas felt his knees weaken and a drop in his stomach. He was helpless, unable to withdraw himself from the presence of the other man.
“Indomitable focus?” “Presumably. I have yet to see it dominated. I imagine the sight would be … fascinating.”
It had happened the first time shortly after the Inquisition had arrived at Skyhold. Solas had spent an evening visit at the Inquisitor’s private chambers, drinking wine and talking about spirits and the Fade. Addar had chosen the specialisation of riftmages recently. Solas loved talking to Adaar. He was such a thoughtful person, an attentive listener with well-thought-out arguments during their conversations. They have talked and joked with Adaar wandering through his room. Then the Inquisitor had picked up a book from his desk. A treatise about spirits, Solas remembered. In the next moment Adaar had been by his side, showing him a paragraph in the book, but Solas’ concentration had gone out of the window. Adaar smelled good, a slight mix of musk and something Solas couldn’t identify. Warm radiating from this big body with strong muscles, trained from the years of being a mercenary. Solas had seen Adaar lifting heavy rocks, bars and enemies like nothing. He had studied the movements of the other man’s body more than he should have done. But as said, Solas was unable to withdraw himself from the qunari. The next thing he knew was the kiss, hot and wet against his own lips. Without hesitation, Solas returned the kiss. Lust grew in his crotch. Mouth against mouth, tongue against tongue, teeth and skin and hands and hot breath. Adaar pushed him gently to the big bed. Without force, but determined nonetheless. They lost their shirts on their short way. Large hands roamed over Solas’ skin, made him shiver and moan. He grasped Adaars large horns to keep his head in place and deepened their kiss. They laid on the bed between the pillows and covers and furs. Solas couldn’t remember when his pants had gone. He laid on his back, naked, under a big, strong, male qunari who was nearly as naked as he was, wearing nothing more than his smalls. But he wouldn’t have wanted to be anywhere else. Adaars lips kissed their way down from his mouth to his neck, licking and nibbling at the soft skin. And Solas moaned out loud because it felt so good, wrapped his legs around Adaars waist and rubbed against him. Faster. More. Adaar pressed him in the mattress, left just enough space for Solas to move his hips. Solas came. It was such a long time ago that he had felt anything like this. Everything was too much and not enough at the same time. He couldn’t open his eyes, stars danced behind his lids. His skin was covered in sweat. Adaar lifted his upper body from the mattress, a large hand covered Solas’ cheek. He nuzzled against the palm, weak and missing the weight of the other man on his chest. Solas looked up. Warm amber and dark grey. Messy long silver blond hair between horns.
“You mumbled.” “Did I?” “Yeah. Everything alright?”
Silence. Realization hit Solas but he really couldn’t bring himself to care. He felt too good.
“Do you wanna go?” “No.” “Good.”
Adaar kissed him again. Slowlier this time. Solas’ mind went blank. He just felt the other one’s lips on his, his skin at his chest and Adaars big swollen cock against his groin. Never in his whole life, Solas had allowed anybody to take him. He had had sex before, yes. With female elves and as the active part. He allowed Adaar. Without fear or a second thought about it. And he loved it. The way the other man prepared him with oil and his fingers, the feeling of being stretched and filled, the slow movements and Adaars deep, soft voice in his ear, telling him how good he felt and how much he had wanted that. His second orgasm blew Solas’ mind away and he needed quite some time to recollect himself. Adaar stroked his back with soft fingertips and a hum deep in his broad chest.
“It’s alright. Just sleep.”
Solas was alone the next morning, a note on the bedside table. I’m sorry, I’m not with you. War table called. Make yourself at home. Solas left without a word or a note, unseen by the guards. He felt so ashamed. He, an ancient elf, gotten his brain fucked out by a qunari. But the feeling didn’t last long. That same evening Solas went back to Adaars chambers. And the next. And the next.
And now? Now, months later it had become an unwritten rule Solas spent the night in the Inquisitor’s bed. The rare exception was when he didn’t follow Adaar on his journeys. Solas had grown aversive to sleeping alone. They had never talked about it. They spent the evenings together, chatted like friends and fucked like lovers. Solas avoided every conversation about this topic and Adaar didn’t seem to concern. It worked. They both got what they wanted.
Next week they would march to the Arbor Wilds. The final battle against Corypheus was approaching, Solas could feel his old powers coming back more and more. His time at the Inquisition was coming to an end. And so his time with Adaar. His people needed him. The world needed him. He was the Dread Wolf, the only hope the elves had left. He couldn’t allow himself to kept back by petty feelings. Not for the people in this world, not for the world itself. Not for Adaar either. No matter how much it hurt Solas.
He knocked at Adaars door, unable to withdraw himself.
my AO3 Thanks to the lovely @kemvee, who helped me a lot by telling me about the @rare-egg-hunt. I had no clue about this. I had just seen @edda-grenade's wonderful art and muse kissed me. Please, don't judge me too hard. I'm no native speaker.
