#(aaand yep threw the 3-10 sentence suggestion RIGHT out the window haha)

[thereluctantinquisitor]

Varlen&Dorian 38 :D

Prompt #38 - Soak (Pavellan - 400 words)

“Amatus, this is not a courtyard fountain. If you continue splashing about like that I can and will flip you over the edge.”

Varlen sighed theatrically but conceded, lowering his hands beneath the water and tipping his head back to rest against Dorian’s chest. Deft fingers continued to massage the sides of his scalp, working something expensive and heavily scented into his hair that was as overpowering as it was pleasant. A strange combination at the best of times, but made positively potent when mingled with the rising steam. 

“If you flipped me over the edge of the tub I would be forced to take drastic measures,” Varlen informed Dorian politely, smiling with his eyes closed, enjoying the attention of skilled hands. “My benevolence has its limits, you know.”

“Is that so? And what, pray tell, might constitute these drastic measures?”

Humming thoughtfully, Varlen gave off the air of deep thought, mostly to buy further time for his scalp to make the acquaintance of Dorian’s fingers. Even with the oh-so-deadly threat of retribution hanging in the air, Dorian hadn’t paused his ministrations for even a second, and Varlen was confident he had heard the shape of a satisfied smile on the man’s lips.

“Well, if I told you…” Varlen began slowly, mouth curling into a smile of his own. He opened his eyes and tipped his head back until he could see Dorian’s face in all its upside-down glory. “… I’d have to kiss you.”

For his part, Dorian made a show of narrowing his eyes in playful skepticism, then committed fully to his role, cocking his head to the side. “Oh? Are you quite sure that is how the saying goes?”

“Yep. Pretty sure.”

Dorian chuckled and leaned forward. Varlen rose up slightly on his elbows until their lips met, soft and warm courtesy of the steam that rolled off the water with all the haste of a lazy afternoon.

“Well shit,” Varlen complained as they parted, easing back down and smiling when Dorian wrapped his arms around his chest, “now I have to tell you. That was sneaky.”

Dorian huffed in amusement. “Indeed. But there is no rush.” He paused and shifted to press a second kiss into Varlen’s soaked hair. “After all, we have all evening to ourselves, for once.”

“Hmm.” Varlen sighed contently, letting himself slip an inch or two further into the water, Dorian’s arms a warm comfort across his upper chest. “So we do.”