FEN'HAREL

He would be lying if he said that he did not have a passing interest in the other, his rugged appearance was certainly appealing to Solas that he sometimes found himself staring discreetly while the other would not know. 

Solas had decided to venture some from the camp that they had put up for the night, deciding he wished to have a moment to himself as he made his way to a ravine nearby. 

As he stripped off his clothing and he waded into the water, his attention had been turned to the Inquisitor who had been also in mid-strip and Solas averted his gaze while his ears were now quite red. He cleared his throat and was prepared to apologize when he felt his head be turned by rough hands and his lips were covered by the other man’s, Solas’ body suddenly pressed against the other’s solid frame. 

It had been some time since Solas had revealed his true nature and identity to Riona, quite some time since she chose him over the world and began to travel with him. Though he did not wish to include her in his crusade, he could not help but feel glad that he had. Because of this, their love and bond had grown deeper and they had become more intimate as a result. 

This was not a night unlike any other, his lover beneath him writhing with pleasure along with his own as he thrust into her with an almost eager abandon. No matter how many times he took her, it was always a satisfying experience for the pair.