pikapeppa:

Thank you for this @dadrunkwriting prompt! I actually love this prompt?? Thank you for requesting it!

Read on AO3 instead. NSFW.

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“Hmmm… Elvyr’el uralas’jul, min jul. elvyr’el min.”

Elia jolts as Solas’s hand slides around her ribs and up over her breast. It’s pitch-dark in the bedroom, clearly still the deepest part of the night.

“Mm?” she mumbles, mostly asleep.

He slowly shifts closer and molds his naked body against her back. His lips braise her shoulder blade, slow and firm. His thumb drifts across her nipple, and she inhales slowly as the tender peak rises to attention at his touch.

“Elvyr’el. Vhallal’el,” he mutters. “Lana esh’ala dera sulrahn tundra es’var sael ventar’en tor elgar’vhenan.”

Elia smiles sleepily, but doesn’t bother to open her eyes. Clearly he’s dreaming. She can barely decipher his words, and part of her wants to ask him what he’s dreaming about, but the main part of her mind is still buried in a languorous layer of sleep.

His teeth against her neck, now. A sweet and gentle bite, not at all painful, like he’s simply testing the texture of her skin.

Then his hips pump against her bottom, riding the steely rod of his late-night wood against the cleft of her bottom.

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