Pinned starters | Accepting | @serrutherford
[ CLOSER ]:Β Β Β while pinning the receiver against the wall, sender glances down at their lips, suddenly aware of how close they are to one anotherβ¦
It had started at Krem's request. Cullen was a former Templar, a top commander, and an excellent leader. And, yeah, maybe asking for a little personal, one on one training was also an excuse to get closer to the other man. Getting Cullen to find time for anything that wasn't official business was damned impossible. According to the cooks, the man rarely even remembered to pull away for meals. More often than not, the inquisitor requested that meals were sent to him, just in case.
They started off with training swords; trading blows and working around each other. It was a bit like a dance. It took a few moments for them to stop accidentally stepping on each other's toes (metaphorically), but they quickly found their rhythm. And, Maker, they worked well together.
By the time Cullen pinned him, Krem was feeling thoroughly winded, panting softly as the blunted sword was pressed lightly to his chest. His lips curled up as he met Cullen's eyes, about to make some sort of joke, but it was quickly forgotten when he saw the other's eyes flicker down. There was a rush of warmth from his chest, creeping up his neck to darken his cheeks.
"Well? I believe it's your move, Commander." He spoke firmly, brown eyes falling half-lidded.