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Everything was still so new, it felt like every day there was something new to discover. The fact that the Inquisitor snored if he was tired enough, the way Dorian would sometimes snort when he laughed too hard, the way they both could hardly tolerate the cold.
And now, as Dorian stretched awake behind him and rolled over to curl around his back, the two of them were about to make a new discovery.
Dorian’s hand swept languidly up and down the Inquisitor’s chest for a few circuits before, in his drowsy state, slipping back toward sleep on their rare lazy morning, his fingers slipped a bit too low and brushed feather-soft against the Inquisitor’s stomach. The ticklish crawl of Dorian’s fingers snapped the Inquisitor into wakefulness with a gasp and a jolt, startling Dorian back awake as well.
“ Amatus ?” Dorian asked, groggy and disoriented.
“Nothing,” the Inquisitor mumbled, dropping his head back to the pillow. “Don’t worry about it.”
But of course, Dorian was never one to leave things well enough alone. His fingers tripped back down the Inquisitor’s chest once more, brushing against his stomach once more and drawing out another of those jolts, sending the Inquisitor’s back even further against Dorian’s chest. Dorian let out a hum, sly and ever-so-pleased.
“The Inquisitor’s ticklish , is he?” Dorian all but purred. “This is going to be fun .”
“Dorian–”
But the Inquisitor couldn’t get out much more than that as Dorian’s fingers finally found their intent, scribbling sneakily along his waist and ribs. Still so fresh from sleep, defenses still so low, the Inquisitor couldn’t even hope to muffle his reactions. Giggles rolled out of him as he curled into as tight of a ball as he could, eyes squeezing shut. The Inquisitor felt the rumble of Dorian’s own chuckles against his spine.
“Well, amatus , I think we just found my new favorite way to wake up.”
The Inquisitor would never have a peaceful morning again, would he? Not that he could really say he minded.