I’ve had a thing for Ser Barris ever since @ladydracarysao3 wrote his story In Love, Serenity, so it was only natural that Barris would be a part of this smut extravaganza. @skyholdherbalist, this is also relevant to your interests ;)
Ser Barris is a proper sort of a fellow when facing his superiors, or the Chantry mothers, or the Inquisition officials. He stands still, hands clasped at his back, face impassive and attentive as he interacts with soldiers and civilians alike. It’s entirely different when he’s alone with you and you cannot wait to see that side of him as you move quietly through the barracks. Thankfully, he has a private room so no one is around to notice you sneak inside. He must have been dressing down for the night, because all he’s wearing is his trousers, while his chest stays bare to your hungry eyes.
“You are here,” he notes the obvious truth. “You’re actually here.”
He sounds so surprised, it cuts you to the core. Without hesitation, you tug at the ties of your cloak and let it drop to the floor. His choking gasp is all the validation you need as he soaks in the view of you dressed in a thin, see-through shift. You take a steadying breath.
“I want you, Delrin,” you whisper into the air between you.
He’s on you then, all propriety gone with the wind. Lips cover lips, hungrily stealing all of your breath while you clutch at his beautifully chiseled chest, raking nails over the fine, curly hairs you find there. His skin feels scalding hot under your fingertips, and you want more of it. Desperately you claw, you grasp, you tug, but his hands aren’t idle either. He finds the supple flesh of your ass and squeezes it several times, making you moan into his mouth. That’s when he lifts you like you weigh nothing and your ankles instinctively lock at his back; this isn’t how you pictured it going, but damn, if you’re you going to refuse it.
“Are you sure?” he asks again.
You’ve never felt more certain of something. “Yes.”
You both fumble with the clothing that’s still between you, but then it’s all gone and he shifts a little, and then… his cock slowly slides inside of you, leaving you completely breathless. He stays still for a moment, giving you time to adjust to how he stretches you from the inside; it’s such a lovely sensation. And then he gently snaps his hips.
A first time between two people is usually an awkward and unsexy experience, so you are completely blown away by how amazing it feels to be pressed to the solid door and held up by nothing more but a pair of strong arms. You hold onto his shoulders as if it’s your lifeboat and let the rhythm of his thrusts carry you on this ride. There is something thrilling in the way your bodies meet and crash against the solid wood, creating a dull thud with every move. It gets louder and louder, but by the time you realize someone might hear you, you can’t bear to part with the feeling of getting pounded into the door.
He’s so close to his end; you can tell by the way he gasps his breaths and how his hips start to stutter. You’re not far away either, though you know you will need help to get there. It takes a practiced hand to find that swollen nub between your legs and you rub it fiercely, whining lightly as climax finally hits your body with so much pleasure you’re afraid you’ve gone dumb. He watches you at first, before his own orgasm threatens to spill him inside of you. It’s not advised, and you’ve prepared for it, but before you can say something, he’s already pulling out. Something happens, clothes tangle, and you feel his hot, sticky seed spray up your back and all over your nightgown. It’s not the worst thing that’s ever happened to you, so you keep holding onto him, your breaths harsh and fast against each other.
“I’m sorry. I made a mess out of you,” he finally murmurs as his forehead presses to yours.
You want to laugh at how apologetic he sounds, but that would be unkind. Instead, you smile into his gorgeous green eyes.
“I know a way you can make it up to me,” you suggest.
His eyebrows climb up with curiosity and you can’t help but kiss his beautiful mouth again.
“By taking this darned thing off of me and perhaps giving this another go on a proper bed?” you continue with a smirk. “Now that everybody in the building heard you nail me to the door, there’s no reason to sneak around.”
If his skin color allowed it, you are certain you would see a bright blush tint his face. As it is, he looks completely embarrassed by the revelation. You laugh.
“Oh stop that,” you tell him and kiss the tip of his nose. “Now take me to your bed, Ser Templar. I wish to be ravished.”
His laughter comes deep from his belly and you feel warm as he tenderly holds you closer.
“As my lady commands,” he replies and does exactly what you asked for.
