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Going to watch Mad Max like

Ash smiles and makes up another sandwich for Dorian, thinking that soap may be is next punishment. It would be fitting, and Dorian obviously doesn’t like the idea. Ash doesn’t want to punish Dorian, but if he has to, soap it will be.

"I promise not to do anything that will seriously harm you and will stop the moment you tell me too," vows Ash, finishing off the last of his sandwich. "We would need to cone up with a safeword for when you want me to stop."

Jane hurries to the edge of the fire, sitting down near it and wrapping herself in the furs. She tucks her feet under the furs, trying to warm up her freezing toes. 

"But what if I am not as human as I look?" Asks Jane, chewing on her bottom lip. "Nice to meet you Kala. I'm SCP-31- Um, I'm Jane Doe."

Ash smiles and makes up another sandwich for Dorian, thinking that soap may be is next punishment. It would be fitting, and Dorian obviously doesn’t like the idea. Ash doesn’t want to punish Dorian, but if he has to, soap it will be.

Dorian sat up to take a bite of the offered sandwich. It felt weird eating from someone else’s hands but at the same time it reminded him of being fed when he was a stubborn brat child. He ate the sandwhich then flopped back and stretched some.

"I won't hurt you. I don't want to harm you Dorian," promises Ash, pushing his honestly along the bond. "A few games may leave bruises, but only if you want them too. Like spanking does."

Ash waits until Dorian nods, wading through more confused and conflicted emotions. This may be wrong. Maybe it will do more harm than good in the long run, but Dorian’s needs overcome Ash’s concerns.

Dorian nodded. All in all this could have been much worse. He followed quietly and sat down in his vision pile without complaint. He looked at his missing hand and frowned. It was starting to hurt again, he wondered what it would look like when fully healed.

“A year at least. The pain will stop once the cut has healed, but the stump will need to be shaped as the swelling goes down,” explains Ash, thinking back on one of his old Karataam brothers from Seheron in the early years of his time there. “I will help you with that… But you will have to stop taking poppy milk once the cuts are healed.”

Dorian pondered over this for a time. Not sure how he felt about a year long recovery. He wanted to be back to casting and using magic. It was his life blood. But he worried these qunari might not ever use him or his magic again.

"Food is important to us. We are a sober breed of people, but food is one of our joys," smiles Ash, waiting for Dorian to finish is sandwich before making one for himself.

Ash waits until Dorian nods, wading through more confused and conflicted emotions. This may be wrong. Maybe it will do more harm than good in the long run, but Dorian’s needs overcome Ash’s concerns.

Dorian nodded. All in all this could have been much worse. He followed quietly and sat down in his vision pile without complaint. He looked at his missing hand and frowned. It was starting to hurt again, he wondered what it would look like when fully healed.

"A year at least. The pain will stop once the cut has healed, but the stump will need to be shaped as the swelling goes down," explains Ash, thinking back on one of his old Karataam brothers from Seheron in the early years of his time there. "I will help you with that... But you will have to stop taking poppy milk once the cuts are healed."

Ash waits until Dorian nods, wading through more confused and conflicted emotions. This may be wrong. Maybe it will do more harm than good in the long run, but Dorian’s needs overcome Ash’s concerns.

The apartment is quiet as Ash leads Dorian to the bathroom, their Karataam brothers in the rooms, sleeping through the heat of the afternoon. Dorian and Ash will have time to relax as well, afternoon naps a regular part of life in the Qun.

Dorian was about to ask for help when ash offered. He knew it was difficult to both hold the skirt and used the restroom at the same time. Blushing he nodded. After relieving himself he sighed and leaned back into his arvaarad a little. Seeking out that physical strength so he could say what he needed to say.

Ash rests his hands on Dorian's hips for a moment, enjoying the weight of his Saarebas, then fixing Dorian's skirts. Maybe things haven't gone back to normal after all.

Ash waits until Dorian nods, wading through more confused and conflicted emotions. This may be wrong. Maybe it will do more harm than good in the long run, but Dorian’s needs overcome Ash’s concerns.

The apartment is quiet as Ash leads Dorian to the bathroom, their Karataam brothers in the rooms, sleeping through the heat of the afternoon. Dorian and Ash will have time to relax as well, afternoon naps a regular part of life in the Qun.

Ash waits until Dorian nods, wading through more confused and conflicted emotions. This may be wrong. Maybe it will do more harm than good in the long run, but Dorian’s needs overcome Ash’s concerns.

Ash stretches with a groan, blinking up at the human sitting beside him. Looks like things are back to normal.

Ash waits until Dorian nods, wading through more confused and conflicted emotions. This may be wrong. Maybe it will do more harm than good in the long run, but Dorian’s needs overcome Ash’s concerns.

“But your punishment isn’t over yet, Saarebas. You need time to think about your behaviour, or cry if you need too,” continues Ash, both meaning what he says but also needing a way out. Dorian’s hand and blissed out mind feel too Good, and Ash doesn’t want to get off while his human is still in a for of lust.

Dorian groans a little as he is moved but makes no effort other than that to resist. Once he is kneeling at the side of the bed he quiets down again. Taking a deep breath he nods in understanding to ash. He knew this needed to be done. Knew he had been wrong and had found peace with that.

Ripping his belt from its loops, Ash let’s his pants drop down around his ankles and takes his cock in hand. Clinging to the tail end of his Saarebas’s orgasm, he thinks of all the sounds Dorain made and how he squirmed in his arms. How he loved pain as much as pleasure. How he wanted it. How he wanted to touch Ash and get him off too.

Ash has to lay down for a good ten minuets after cumming, catching his breath and finding his mind. He can’t believe what just happened. That Dorian wanted him to touch him, and wanted to touch in return. It is far better than anything he expected to happen between them… Hopefully it won’t wind back all the progress they have made.

Dorian groaned a little bit with each bit removed from him. He was tired though so other than some feeble movement of his arms in a mostly dozed state of protest. As he was settled on the bed he curled up to the qunari with some breathy mumbling.

Ash stretches with a groan, blinking up at the human sitting beside him. Looks like things are back to normal now.

Ash waits until Dorian nods, wading through more confused and conflicted emotions. This may be wrong. Maybe it will do more harm than good in the long run, but Dorian’s needs overcome Ash’s concerns.

“But your punishment isn’t over yet, Saarebas. You need time to think about your behaviour, or cry if you need too,” continues Ash, both meaning what he says but also needing a way out. Dorian’s hand and blissed out mind feel too Good, and Ash doesn’t want to get off while his human is still in a for of lust.

Dorian groans a little as he is moved but makes no effort other than that to resist. Once he is kneeling at the side of the bed he quiets down again. Taking a deep breath he nods in understanding to ash. He knew this needed to be done. Knew he had been wrong and had found peace with that.

Ripping his belt from its loops, Ash let’s his pants drop down around his ankles and takes his cock in hand. Clinging to the tail end of his Saarebas’s orgasm, he thinks of all the sounds Dorain made and how he squirmed in his arms. How he loved pain as much as pleasure. How he wanted it. How he wanted to touch Ash and get him off too.

Ash has to lay down for a good ten minuets after cumming, catching his breath and finding his mind. He can’t believe what just happened. That Dorian wanted him to touch him, and wanted to touch in return. It is far better than anything he expected to happen between them… Hopefully it won’t wind back all the progress they have made.

Dorian groaned a little bit with each bit removed from him. He was tired though so other than some feeble movement of his arms in a mostly dozed state of protest. As he was settled on the bed he curled up to the qunari with some breathy mumbling.

Ash stretches with a groan, blinking up at the human sitting beside him. Looks like thing are back to normal.

Ash waits until Dorian nods, wading through more confused and conflicted emotions. This may be wrong. Maybe it will do more harm than good in the long run, but Dorian’s needs overcome Ash’s concerns.

“But your punishment isn’t over yet, Saarebas. You need time to think about your behaviour, or cry if you need too,” continues Ash, both meaning what he says but also needing a way out. Dorian’s hand and blissed out mind feel too Good, and Ash doesn’t want to get off while his human is still in a for of lust.

Dorian groans a little as he is moved but makes no effort other than that to resist. Once he is kneeling at the side of the bed he quiets down again. Taking a deep breath he nods in understanding to ash. He knew this needed to be done. Knew he had been wrong and had found peace with that.

Ripping his belt from its loops, Ash let’s his pants drop down around his ankles and takes his cock in hand. Clinging to the tail end of his Saarebas’s orgasm, he thinks of all the sounds Dorain made and how he squirmed in his arms. How he loved pain as much as pleasure. How he wanted it. How he wanted to touch Ash and get him off too.

Ash has to lay down for a good ten minuets after cumming, catching his breath and finding his mind. He can't believe what just happened. That Dorian wanted him to touch him, and wanted to touch in return. It is far better than anything he expected to happen between them... Hopefully it won't wind back all the progress they have made.

Ash waits until Dorian nods, wading through more confused and conflicted emotions. This may be wrong. Maybe it will do more harm than good in the long run, but Dorian’s needs overcome Ash’s concerns.

“But your punishment isn’t over yet, Saarebas. You need time to think about your behaviour, or cry if you need too,” continues Ash, both meaning what he says but also needing a way out. Dorian’s hand and blissed out mind feel too Good, and Ash doesn’t want to get off while his human is still in a for of lust.

Dorian groans a little as he is moved but makes no effort other than that to resist. Once he is kneeling at the side of the bed he quiets down again. Taking a deep breath he nods in understanding to ash. He knew this needed to be done. Knew he had been wrong and had found peace with that.

Ripping his belt from its loops, Ash let's his pants drop down around his ankles and takes his cock in hand. Clinging to the tail end of his Saarebas's orgasm, he thinks of all the sounds Dorain made and how he squirmed in his arms. How he loved pain as much as pleasure. How he wanted it. How he wanted to touch Ash and get him off too.

Ash waits until Dorian nods, wading through more confused and conflicted emotions. This may be wrong. Maybe it will do more harm than good in the long run, but Dorian’s needs overcome Ash’s concerns.

"But your punishment isn't over yet, Saarebas. You need time to think about your behaviour, or cry if you need too," continues Ash, both meaning what he says but also needing a way out. Dorian's hand and blissed out mind feel too Good, and Ash doesn't want to get off while his human is still in a for of lust.

Ash waits until Dorian nods, wading through more confused and conflicted emotions. This may be wrong. Maybe it will do more harm than good in the long run, but Dorian’s needs overcome Ash’s concerns.

Dorian rested back against the other. Still bound he couldn’t reach up to touch the other. But in a way this excited him even more so. This felt like some royal intrigue he had only ever heard of from his desk in the libraries of tevinter.

Ash basks in Dorian’s lust, feeling pleasure along the link and letting it wash over him. He tries his best not to let his body react, focusing on pleasing his Saarebas, but his cock twitches every time he hears the human moan or feels a surge of pleasure along the link.

Dorian is a squirming mess as as starts to tease twist and pull at his nipples. The pain sending waves of pleasure through him, his cock twitching and pulsing in Need and desire. Moaning through the gag he lays his head back. Nuzzling into ash’s neck.

When Dorian nuzzles his neck, Ash presses his lips to the top of the human’s head, breathing in his sweet smell. Having Dorian like this is wonderful. Maybe the human will be more cooperative once he realizes Ash could reward him with pleasure.

Dorian found purchase for just a moment only to have it taken away. He whimpered softly feeling like he was denied something for a moment. But it only lasted a moment as Ash’s hips came back to his hand and he moaned. The heat filling his hand, he squeezed a little before palming at it through the cloth.

A deep rumble comes from Ash’s chest, like a lion’s purr, when Dorian rubs his cock through his pants. Not enough to get him off, but he is glad his Saarebas is not afraid to touch him anymore, seeing as how horribly their first meeting went.

Dorian couldn’t take it anymore. He was right on the edge. The smell of the qunari’s musk was pleasurable to the human. His hips rolled a little in response to being able to feel this’s man’s length. If he wasn’t bound that cock might have been in his mouth.

Ash groans and thrusts his dick into Dorian's hand as the human cums, the Saarebas's orgasm flooding through him. The feeling doesn't get him off, nor does Dorian's grip, but it's close.