"You certainly took your victory in another way, didn't you?" Dorian said, referring to when he'd caught Corbin in the servants' stairwell with Nyssa.
Corbin looked like he would laugh. "Your sisters are both freaks," he shrugged. "I'm not sure what to tell you."
To this, Dorian did smile. "Dammit," he cursed under his breath.
Reverie stared between them, confusion in her narrowed eyes. "Have you slept with his entire family?"
Corbin's brows shot up, a haze washed over him, and Dorian couldn't hold in the chuckle. But he remembered his reason for standing over them with his sword drawn, and he shook his mind of the amusement.
"Wait—stop distracting me." He shifted and pushed the blade at Reverie as Corbin stood to his feet.
"Let's hear it, Rev," Corbin said.
Reverie huffed, eyes darting around the room as she thought of something. "I..." She grunted and curled her fists around the fur. Until finally, she surrendered and looked up at him. "Is it bad that I'm hoping you get some sort of injury today?"
His eyes squinted. "A bit rude, but why?"
"I think you enjoyed being healed last time," and he knew she was talking about the Temple bath.
Corbin turned sideways to look at him, arms crossing. "I knew it," Corbin declared.
"You're the one who left me unsupervised," Dorian countered.
"It's not entirely what you think," Reverie said as she stood. "Are you satisfied with our answers? How do we know you are you?"
Dorian held out his hand, and fire blazed in his palm. "I could prove it another way if you'd like," he suggested. "Make up for my being exhausted last night."
Her lips pursed, an obvious fighting smile on them, and she pushed past them then to go to her bag and get dressed. Dorian and Corbin both watched her walk by. Until they did a double-take at each other.
"You slept naked with her," Dorian realized.
"It's not entirely what you think," Corbin said, repeating Reverie's words.
"But it is a little?" Dorian asked.
A soft smile rose on Corbin’s lips. "Yeah," he admitted. "Yeah, it is a little."
Dorian's mouth nearly dropped, and Corbin huffed amusedly under his breath.
"Tell me which one of us you're jealous of," Corbin mocked in a low voice.
“I—“ Dorian couldn't respond. He didn't know how. Because all he could see in his head were visions of Reverie and Corbin together. The images should have made him jealous or angry. But he found he had to shudder it out quickly because of the aroused feeling in his bones.
Corbin must have seen it, for he stepped directly up to Dorian, shoulders flush, and he whispered, "Should I tell you how she wanted to know all the things we've done together? Of how your cock tastes and how it feels when you're inside me? Or do you want to know how she called out your name when she came apart around my fingers?" in his ear.
Dorian groaned under his breath, the tease making his eyes close. "You're doing this on purpose, aren't you?" he asked.
Corbin slapped his cheek. "Leaving you wanting and fantasizing? Definitely," he said. "Hey, Rev—“
Dorian was left standing alone to ponder the thoughts in his head and push down his desires, to figure out how he was supposed to not see that in his head and instead focus on the task they had to do that day.
He walked outside again and fell face forward into a pile of snow.
By the time he strode back in, they had a fire started, were dressed, and were making breakfast. Corbin smirked at him upon his entering, and Dorian threw a snowball at his face.
"We have a lot to go over about today," Dorian said as he sighed onto the ground opposite them. "Starting with whether we should sneak in or go in grandly."
"Horses need food," Corbin said. "We can't leave them here."
