Bucky is quite amazed by Rowen's patience, really taking his time until his body is fully ready, and couldn't be more grateful. By the time Rowen pulls his fingers out, Bucky is aching for more, feeling open and as relaxed as anything. It turns him on even more, feeling Rowen shudder against him, knowing what it's from.
"I already miss you inside of me," Bucky breathes out, shifting back just a little, subconsciously trying to get closer to Rowen again. Even all the stretching doesn't prepare him for how it feels to have Rowen sink into him, though. His hands curl tightly into the dents on the counter, and he lets out a long, deep moan. He feels like he's being pushed apart and filled up all at the same time, and he never in all his life knew he needed this as badly as he does.
"Fuck.... Rowen," he gasps out, reaching back to grab at the other man with his real hand, wanting to hold on to him while he sinks into him. This is one of those things that thoroughly reminds him that he's still human, he can feel things, he belongs here in this world. He's allowed to have this now, and he's going to thoroughly enjoy ever moment of it, as he has been.
Bucky's breathless comment nearly punched Hawke right in the gut; he bit deeper into his lower lip to keep from just shoving his cock to the hilt, but Andraste's ass, it was an effort. The man before him was so ready, so eager to be loved, to be cared for...it was damn near humbling.
Not even his Fenris had ever been so willing, so blatantly accepting.
Both of them were tense against each other, muscles twitching and straining as they moved together. Hawke's hands gripped Bucky's hips, lightly guiding him as the mage sank deeper still, and he obligingly lowered his head for Bucky to curl his flesh hand behind his neck, painting Bucky's neck and throat with a warm loving tongue, eager kisses, and murmured praise when at last their bodies met yet again.
"...you're so tight," Hawke breathed, breath stirring the dark hair at the nape of Bucky's neck. "Maker, but you feel so divine..." He moved his hips in a slight, shallow rhythm, moaning low and long at the clench and drag of hot flesh gripping his buried cock. Hawke wrapped a warm hand again around Bucky's swollen cock, squeezing with the same rhythm, his large body rolling against Bucky's with every slow, sweet thrust.
"Fuck my hand," he whispered beneath Bucky's ear, licking at the lobe with a mischievous tongue. "...just like I'm fucking you now..."
Rowen has that right. Bucky is so ready, so open in every single way. It's a wonder to him really, how quickly and easy Rowen was able to get under his skin and into his heart. He didn't think he could ever find this again. Not after everything that had happened to him, and after losing the person he had loved more than anything. This is different, this is real, and it ties Bucky to everything he's got now.
It feels tight and incredible for him as well, and he breathes out slowly, leaning his head into those eager kisses against the skin onf his neck, his throat, anywhere he imagines Rowen can reach.
"Feels tight." Tighter than anything he's ever felt, but the stretch is so good. Getting better with each moment, the deeper Rowen sinks into him. When he sets up that rhythm, it draws another moan from Bucky, that warm hand back around his cock bringing on a whole new sensation.
All he can do is nod and start to rock his hips, fucking Rowen's hand with the same rhythm, letting himself rock back on Rowen's cock as well, easing him in deeper. "Oh, yes... oh god, that's good, Rowen."
They made a lewd scene, Hawke knew, but then they could have been naked down in the street, just like this, and he wouldn't have cared in the slightest. All that mattered was the naked man in front of him, moaning and moving so beautifully in his arms, head thrown back for Hawke's mouth to lave, to kiss, and hard, solid body responding to his in all the perfectly right ways.
There was no way this would be just a single interlude. Couldn't be. Hawke knew he was hooked, entangled with this gorgeous broken soldier, come what might and heaven help them both. The heat between them, the bond, it was far too real to be ignored and far too strong to be broken in any way easily.
Bucky willingly settled into their slow, languid rhythm, and Hawke kept it at the same easy pace, wanting to savor it, to climb the slope of pleasure together, and patiently. But even his patience had its limits, and with every moan out of Bucky's sweet mouth, every squeeze of those tight muscles around Hawke's aching cock, and every time Bucky's slick, thick cock slid across Hawke's heated palm, a bit more of that fortitude cracked away.
"We have all night, love," he heard himself purr at Bucky's thudding pulse. "We can do this over and over and over again...until it's finally enough." If it was ever enough.
Bucky doesn't care what kind of scene they'd make right now either. All he wants is to feel this. To keep it with him always, even long after they're done. But done doesn't seem so final. It can't be, he can feel that as well. They're connected by far more than just the physical, and it makes all of this feel better than anything.
Thing is, he knows this part is hard for him- getting to that final ending. It's why he needed something more than just Rowen's mouth, as expertly delicious as it was. He needs something intense, all encompassing, and as Rowen fucks him, that sensation slowly starts to build. So slowly.
"Harder," he tells Rowen when he can hear the lilt of slight impatience in Rowen's voice. It's alright, he feels it too. He wants to find release for the first time in far too long. "Fuck me harder."
That impassioned plea struck a chord somewhere deep in Hawke’s soul and, though Bucky couldn’t see it, once more his blue eyes flamed a bright orange-gold, triggered by the heightened desire raging beneath his skin. All for this man.
All for Bucky Barnes.
So Hawke gave him his wish, setting his feet firmly, placing his free hand in the middle of Bucky’s back and abruptly shoving him over the counter. His hips jerked forward at the same time, sending him all the way into his needy lover and making him groan between clenched teeth.
But it was what Bucky wanted - what they both wanted, in truth. Son Hawke obliged, pumping his hips faster, harder, panting softly with each forceful thrust, the sound of their bodies slapping together loud in the sparse kitchen.
Bucky grabs at a different side of the counter when he's pressed down against it, seeing sparks as Rowen thrusts into him completely. It makes him cry out, head dropping down, letting the sensation run through his entire body. There's pain, but it's so deliciously mixed with all this pleasure. It's exactly the kind of feeling Bucky needs.
Their sounds fill the room- groans and grunts, Bucky moaning louder when it feels like Rowen can't get any deeper, but then somehow he does. One of those intense thrusts sends a cascade of pleasure down his spine unlike anything he's ever felt before, and it leaves him nearly breathless while sending him hurtling toward an orgasm. It's almost so intense that his body doesn't let him, but Rowen doesn't ease up, and that driving force is what pushes him over the edge.
He cries out Rowen's name, the countertop cracking slightly under him as he comes, tightening around Rowen's cock as his whole body tenses and releases hard.
Bucky was getting close; Hawke felt the tension mounting in his soldier's beautiful body. It only made him clench his teeth tighter and give him more, wanting to feel him fall completely apart, driven nearly mad with the pleasure. Shifting both of his hands back to Bucky's hips, fingertips digging in to dusky skin, Hawke pumped harder, faster, and deeper, sweat beginning to run down his temples, the back of his neck, and the line of his spine, warm against heated flesh.
Ten heartbeats later it hit, and the force of Bucky's climax lifted the mage behind him up on his toes, gasping for air to hear his lover calling for him in that cracked, broken voice, and Hawke dimly realized that sharper sound was the edge of the counter where Bucky's left hand gripped. The grip on his cock was strangling, and Hawke almost lost his rhythm with the effort to keep his footing, but by a miracle he managed, and not thirty seconds later he followed his lover over that edge, jerking and spasming as he too nearly turned inside out with the force of their shared pleasure.
Still shuddering, his heart hammering like a dwarven war drum, Hawke slumped enough to rest his forehead against Bucky's right shoulder, his chest heaving with his staggered breathing. The hard hands that had dug into Bucky's skin became soft, warm, and smooth, gently coursing up and over Bucky's torso, silently worshiping, caressing.
In this moment, all thoughts leave Bucky. Rowen's last thrust into him as he comes too, filling Bucky up so completely. His mind is absolutely clear as the intense pleasure Rowen gives him takes over, his whole body shuddering with it.
He doesn't even realize how he slumps over after that, trying to catch his breath. He's barely broken a sweat, but that doesn't mean he isn't feeling the same intensity as if he would be. For the moment, he's absolutely wiped out, and it's the most freeing, cathartic feeling in the world. Nothing exists but this.
When he comes back to himself, he can feel Rowen's soft touch along his torso, his breath against his shoulder, his heart beating hard against his back. He manages a small, sated smile, turning his head a little to nuzzle into the other man's appreciatively. "Wow."
Is that lame? Maybe. But it's the only word he can manage to put together right now.
The soft exclamation earned a chuckle from the back of Bucky's neck, and Hawke at last summoned the strength to straighten, very gingerly pull out and away, only to wet a nearby soft dishtowel - clean, by the look and scent of it - and very gently wipe down the both of them.
Hawke tended himself quickly so that he might linger in taking care of his lover, stroking the cool, damp cloth down Bucky's back before dipping lower, soft, slow strokes more interested in caressing than cleaning.
"Indeed," he finally replied, a crooked smile curving his mouth. "That sums it up quite succinctly, I'd say." But he paused then, a moue of concern overtaking his expression. "...I didn't hurt you, did I?"
Bucky groans when Rowen pulls out, feeling the loss immediately. It's a strange feeling yet again, but he likes it. He likes it, because he knows now how much he wants to be filled like that again.
He'll straighten up in a moment, but he lets Rowen clean him up first, letting out a long, peaceful breath as the cool cloth slides down his back. It's nice, being taken care of like this, especially when his head still feels so fuzzy and warm. Eventually he does straighten up though, his body quickly recovering after that. The countertop isn't so lucky- he definitely won't be getting his deposit back for this place, but he hardly cares about that.
When he turns back around, he reaches out to Rowen, pulling him closer once again. "You didn't hurt me. But I definitely do feel like a changed man."
The dishcloth was tossed atop the haphazard counter top as it was replaced with a warm, smiling Bucky Barnes, both of Hawke's arms sliding around his delectable lover as they came together once more. "Then I'm more than happy to have been your architect," he murmured with a grin before settling in for a long, deep kiss.
Bucky's mouth was just as sweet as it was earlier, and Hawke took his time exploring it again while his hands greedily roamed over Bucky's back, hips, and rear, giving the firm globes a knowing squeeze. "You are magnificent," he breathed against his lover's wet lips. "So wonderful...just the way you are." He rested his forehead against Bucky's. "Thank you, love. For allowing me to come to you tonight."
Bucky practically melts into the kiss, sliding his arms around the other man as he does so. He needs this part just as much. He lets his hands roam around as well, finally getting to touch again. Rowen feels even warmer and softer now, and Bucky presses closer to him still.
All the praise does make him a bit bashful though, even now, but he lets those words settle in around his heart, and maybe even believes in them, more than he has before. He feels pretty damn magnificent right now. "Thanks for coming, even though I was being moody. I feel a hell of a lot better now."
Bucky leans in for another kiss, then pulls back and laughs a little. "Suddenly wish I had a bed. I'm gonna have to get on that." Because curling up on it with Rowen would be heavenly. They're just gonna have to squish on the couch till then, he supposes.
Cuddling afterward had always been one of Hawke's favorite pastimes. Which was why he reciprocated the gentle touches, the sweet kisses, the tender nuzzles. Although now that hot blood had cooled somewhat, it was becoming a touch chilly in the small apartment. Although Hawke did generate plenty of warmth, standing in the kitchen bare-assed was hardly conducive to maximum comfort.
"Glad I am of it," he told his sweet lover with a kiss, then laughed lightly at Bucky's confession. "Definitely a good idea," he agreed, then added with a twinkle, "particularly if my visits are to become a regular occurrence." And Maker, how he hoped that they would.
But it only took moments to wrap up in a blanket and relocate to the couch, Alpine rather haughtily climbing up a blanket-covered leg and settling into Bucky's lap with a prissy little mew, making Hawke laugh as the three of them settled together comfortably.
"Such a princess," he teased, reaching over to rub her tiny head with gentle fingers. And lean over to press a kiss to Bucky's temple, his cheek, then the corner of his mouth. "She and I are both fortunate indeed to have you in our lives, my dear heart."
"I'd like that. I'd like it a lot." If Rowen's visits were to be a regular occurrence. Maybe it'll get him to fill this place with more creature comforts. It's been hard for him to do so, but with Rowen here, it's different. Maybe he'll finally settle in.
Moving to the couch feels a lot better, wrapping up in a blanket and Rowen, not minding it all that it's a tight fit. At least they can cuddle. Of course Alpine wants to join them then, and it makes Bucky smile too, reaching out to pet her as well, before turning into Rowen's kisses. Damn... this feels good.
"I feel every bit of that with you too. I'm so glad I went out that night instead of just locking myself away here in this place." It could've gone any other way, but damn, he was lucky. "Same with tonight."
"As am I," Hawke murmured with another tender nuzzle. "And to think, I actually thought I offended you with my nosy questions that night." He had to chuckle, warm fingertips gently tracing the pattern of muscle along Bucky's shoulders. Both of them, not at all put off by the cool of metal rather than the heat of skin.
"But I admit I was lonely, and bored, and was honestly just seeking someone to talk with." He'd been miserable, actually. Missing Ferelden and Kirkwall, Varric and Fenris, and Carver. All of those he held dear, and everything that was beloved and familiar.
"It's been...difficult," he admitted, unconsciously settling a little closer. "I've never really been alone, totally alone. And the quiet, well...it takes some getting used to." Then Hawke gave a small wry snort. "And I found I had little taste for it."
"I've just got that kinda face," he laughs softly, nuzzling back, enjoying the way Rowen is touching him.
"You were interesting to talk to. Piqued my interest right away, actually." Even if he got a little defensive at first- there was something there that had prompted him to want to go for drinks. Not very like him lately, but he's glad he did.
Rowen seems like such an outgoing, friendly person- he can understand how difficult loneliness would be. "I get it. Being in such a different, unfamiliar place, all alone- it can be a lot. You don't have to be alone anymore. I know-- it's not the same, though. I know you miss them."
"You really do," Hawke agreed, running a fingertip down the bridge of Bucky's nose before tracing his lips with the pad of a thumb. "So gorgeously handsome." Blue eyes twinkled merrily. "It was all I could do to keep my hands off of you that first night." And even then it'd been a close thing, considering the kiss they'd shared at the end of it.
Bless Lady Alpine. Hawke gave her another series of gentle pets, grinning.
"To be honest, I wasn't even halfway sure where the Eluvian would send me. There aren't any road maps for those magic pathways, or not any that anyone knows about, rather." He sighed softly, resting his head against Bucky's, relishing the close tactile contact.
"Varric really did fuss about coming with me," he said quietly. "And I wished he could have. But I had no idea where I'd be, and I couldn't risk his safety. Now, having been here for a while, I'm glad I insisted he stay. He's safe back home, and I know he'll keep an eye on the others, too." Hawke nuzzled Bucky's temple, just breathing him in.
"That's definitely not what I meant, but thank you," he smiles, leaning into Rowen's touch. It's still incredible to think that he was wanted, even that night, despite all his trepidations. And man, did he want Rowen too. That kiss lit him up inside. He knew then and there that he was completely taken by this man.
Bless Lady Alpine indeed.
Bucky raises his eyebrows. "You didn't know where you'd end up? How'd you find Earth?" He figures there must've been some scans for similar atmospheres and things like that, but he knows there are a lot more places out there where people can survive.
He's quiet for a moment, letting his fingers slide over Rowen's chest before he asks. "Were the two of you together?"
Hawke shook his head. "Not a clue. Perhaps Andraste or the Maker was guiding my steps, or perhaps it was just dumb luck. Either way, I'm grateful." For so many things, especially that he wasn't still stuck in the Crossroads, trapped between realms without a prayer or even the slightest hope of escape.
Basking in the touch, Hawke closed his eyes as Bucky's fingers roamed, then blinked them back open at the question. "Varric and I?" He shook his head with a rue chuckle. "Not at all. We were best friends, there wasn't an ounce of attraction between us. Chemistry, perhaps," he admitted, reaching up to thread his fingers through Bucky's short tousled hair, "but never any physical attraction."
A moment later, he added, "Which is a shame, because Varric is quite the handsome dwarf. Most dwarves have luxuriously long beards, you see, and they consider all that facial hair their pride and joy. But Varric, Maker bless him, never once sprouted even a single hair on his chin, but his chest..." He spread fingers across Bucky's chest, intimating, and laughing lightly.
"His chest is quite broad - dwarves are solid and stocky - and it's covered in a thick, soft pelt of golden hair. He even wears his tunics half open just to show it off." Hawke laughed again. "It's quite the talk, actually. Everyone that's met him is just fascinated by the chest hair." He grinned, a fond twinkle gleaming in his eye. A moment later, he offered, "I can...show him to you, if you'd like?"
"I'm grateful too. Jesus christ, that's a lot of luck." And relief. No wonder Rowen's friends didn't want him to come alone. He hopes they at least have some way of knowing that he made it and that he's alright.
Bucky nods slowly, giving Rowen a small smile. He figures the other was with someone back home. He must've been. He's such a genuinely good guy, with a big heart. Anyone would be foolish not to snatch that up. The rest of the explanation has Bucky laughing as well, a full on visual of the dwarf in question forming in his head.
"Quite the talk, hm? Well now I have to see him. Yeah, I'd like to." Anything to see more of Rowen's life would be nice. He talks about them all the time. He wonders if he should tell Rowen about Steve. He realizes he's never talked about any of his people before.
"Oh, Varric's chest is famous all over Thedas, I'm sure." Hawke chuckled again, warmed all over when Bucky agreed to his offer. Even if it made him pause, just the slightest. He shifted so that they were face to face, and, after leaning in for a sweet, slow kiss, pulled back and regarded his lover seriously, gaze searching his.
"I can share my memories with you," he explained. "A few, at the first. It will require a meeting of the minds, as the scholars say, and yes, it is magic." Gentle fingers stroked Bucky's cheek and the length of his neck. "For you to actually see what I'm sharing, Bucky...your mind must be...open to mine." Blue searched blue. "Do you understand what that means?"
Before Bucky could answer, Hawke added quickly, "I promise I won't look deeper, I won't look at all, but sharing memories in such a way is profoundly...intimate. Even more so than our lovemaking moments ago. And you should know that, and make the choice yea or nay." He offered a smile. "If the answer's 'nay', I understand, promise I do."
He returns the kiss, then watches as Rowen gets serious, and it makes him a little nervous, but then he sees why. He can feel the hairs raising on the back of his neck. It's not the magic part that gets him, not at all. It's the melding of minds. The fact that his mind must be open.
He trusts Rowen, he really does, but he can already feel the way his heart starts beating hard, and as much as he didn't sweat before, he definitely is now. It's anxiety, PTSD, and as much as he wants to try and push it away, he can't seem to.
Still, he looks apologetic as he shakes his head. "I can't." He closes his eyes, dragging his hand over his face. "It's not you, it's me. I can't. I can't let anyone else in my head."
Hawke shook his head, taking Bucky's face in both warm hands. "It's all right, darling, I understand, really I do." There was no censure or judgment in Hawke's voice, and he gathered Bucky into strong arms, a protective shelter from all that haunted him. Oh, would that he could take a few of those demons away...
But he understood, he really and truly did. Fenris had battled his own ghosts in much the same way, and it had taken years for the elf to trust the mage enough to let Hawke in. And Hawke was patient; he wasn't one to just lose interest and flit to the next one in line.
Lips at Bucky's temple, Hawke murmured, "I'll just have to paint you a portrait with words, instead." A soft smile followed. "How's that?"
There's only softness in Rowen's eyes, and Bucky truly does wish he could be okay with this. He doesn't even think he could try. It would just end in disaster, and he doesn't want that.
He tries to even out his breathing, slow his heart, focus on the here and now. Warm hands, warmer eyes looking back at him. Soft lips against his temple, the solid couch under him. "Yeah... that would be... it would be better."
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Date: 2024-06-15 11:09 pm (UTC)"I already miss you inside of me," Bucky breathes out, shifting back just a little, subconsciously trying to get closer to Rowen again. Even all the stretching doesn't prepare him for how it feels to have Rowen sink into him, though. His hands curl tightly into the dents on the counter, and he lets out a long, deep moan. He feels like he's being pushed apart and filled up all at the same time, and he never in all his life knew he needed this as badly as he does.
"Fuck.... Rowen," he gasps out, reaching back to grab at the other man with his real hand, wanting to hold on to him while he sinks into him. This is one of those things that thoroughly reminds him that he's still human, he can feel things, he belongs here in this world. He's allowed to have this now, and he's going to thoroughly enjoy ever moment of it, as he has been.
wasn't it just. but hopefully we can chill for a couple days!
Date: 2024-06-15 11:27 pm (UTC)Not even his Fenris had ever been so willing, so blatantly accepting.
Both of them were tense against each other, muscles twitching and straining as they moved together. Hawke's hands gripped Bucky's hips, lightly guiding him as the mage sank deeper still, and he obligingly lowered his head for Bucky to curl his flesh hand behind his neck, painting Bucky's neck and throat with a warm loving tongue, eager kisses, and murmured praise when at last their bodies met yet again.
"...you're so tight," Hawke breathed, breath stirring the dark hair at the nape of Bucky's neck. "Maker, but you feel so divine..." He moved his hips in a slight, shallow rhythm, moaning low and long at the clench and drag of hot flesh gripping his buried cock. Hawke wrapped a warm hand again around Bucky's swollen cock, squeezing with the same rhythm, his large body rolling against Bucky's with every slow, sweet thrust.
"Fuck my hand," he whispered beneath Bucky's ear, licking at the lobe with a mischievous tongue. "...just like I'm fucking you now..."
Rejoice! :D
Date: 2024-06-16 01:06 am (UTC)It feels tight and incredible for him as well, and he breathes out slowly, leaning his head into those eager kisses against the skin onf his neck, his throat, anywhere he imagines Rowen can reach.
"Feels tight." Tighter than anything he's ever felt, but the stretch is so good. Getting better with each moment, the deeper Rowen sinks into him. When he sets up that rhythm, it draws another moan from Bucky, that warm hand back around his cock bringing on a whole new sensation.
All he can do is nod and start to rock his hips, fucking Rowen's hand with the same rhythm, letting himself rock back on Rowen's cock as well, easing him in deeper. "Oh, yes... oh god, that's good, Rowen."
Huzzah!
Date: 2024-06-16 01:20 am (UTC)There was no way this would be just a single interlude. Couldn't be. Hawke knew he was hooked, entangled with this gorgeous broken soldier, come what might and heaven help them both. The heat between them, the bond, it was far too real to be ignored and far too strong to be broken in any way easily.
Bucky willingly settled into their slow, languid rhythm, and Hawke kept it at the same easy pace, wanting to savor it, to climb the slope of pleasure together, and patiently. But even his patience had its limits, and with every moan out of Bucky's sweet mouth, every squeeze of those tight muscles around Hawke's aching cock, and every time Bucky's slick, thick cock slid across Hawke's heated palm, a bit more of that fortitude cracked away.
"We have all night, love," he heard himself purr at Bucky's thudding pulse. "We can do this over and over and over again...until it's finally enough." If it was ever enough.
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Date: 2024-06-16 02:15 am (UTC)Thing is, he knows this part is hard for him- getting to that final ending. It's why he needed something more than just Rowen's mouth, as expertly delicious as it was. He needs something intense, all encompassing, and as Rowen fucks him, that sensation slowly starts to build. So slowly.
"Harder," he tells Rowen when he can hear the lilt of slight impatience in Rowen's voice. It's alright, he feels it too. He wants to find release for the first time in far too long. "Fuck me harder."
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Date: 2024-06-16 03:43 pm (UTC)All for Bucky Barnes.
So Hawke gave him his wish, setting his feet firmly, placing his free hand in the middle of Bucky’s back and abruptly shoving him over the counter. His hips jerked forward at the same time, sending him all the way into his needy lover and making him groan between clenched teeth.
But it was what Bucky wanted - what they both wanted, in truth. Son Hawke obliged, pumping his hips faster, harder, panting softly with each forceful thrust, the sound of their bodies slapping together loud in the sparse kitchen.
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Date: 2024-06-16 04:06 pm (UTC)Their sounds fill the room- groans and grunts, Bucky moaning louder when it feels like Rowen can't get any deeper, but then somehow he does. One of those intense thrusts sends a cascade of pleasure down his spine unlike anything he's ever felt before, and it leaves him nearly breathless while sending him hurtling toward an orgasm. It's almost so intense that his body doesn't let him, but Rowen doesn't ease up, and that driving force is what pushes him over the edge.
He cries out Rowen's name, the countertop cracking slightly under him as he comes, tightening around Rowen's cock as his whole body tenses and releases hard.
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Date: 2024-06-16 04:35 pm (UTC)Ten heartbeats later it hit, and the force of Bucky's climax lifted the mage behind him up on his toes, gasping for air to hear his lover calling for him in that cracked, broken voice, and Hawke dimly realized that sharper sound was the edge of the counter where Bucky's left hand gripped. The grip on his cock was strangling, and Hawke almost lost his rhythm with the effort to keep his footing, but by a miracle he managed, and not thirty seconds later he followed his lover over that edge, jerking and spasming as he too nearly turned inside out with the force of their shared pleasure.
Still shuddering, his heart hammering like a dwarven war drum, Hawke slumped enough to rest his forehead against Bucky's right shoulder, his chest heaving with his staggered breathing. The hard hands that had dug into Bucky's skin became soft, warm, and smooth, gently coursing up and over Bucky's torso, silently worshiping, caressing.
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Date: 2024-06-16 04:47 pm (UTC)He doesn't even realize how he slumps over after that, trying to catch his breath. He's barely broken a sweat, but that doesn't mean he isn't feeling the same intensity as if he would be. For the moment, he's absolutely wiped out, and it's the most freeing, cathartic feeling in the world. Nothing exists but this.
When he comes back to himself, he can feel Rowen's soft touch along his torso, his breath against his shoulder, his heart beating hard against his back. He manages a small, sated smile, turning his head a little to nuzzle into the other man's appreciatively. "Wow."
Is that lame? Maybe. But it's the only word he can manage to put together right now.
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Date: 2024-06-16 04:54 pm (UTC)Hawke tended himself quickly so that he might linger in taking care of his lover, stroking the cool, damp cloth down Bucky's back before dipping lower, soft, slow strokes more interested in caressing than cleaning.
"Indeed," he finally replied, a crooked smile curving his mouth. "That sums it up quite succinctly, I'd say." But he paused then, a moue of concern overtaking his expression. "...I didn't hurt you, did I?"
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Date: 2024-06-16 05:06 pm (UTC)He'll straighten up in a moment, but he lets Rowen clean him up first, letting out a long, peaceful breath as the cool cloth slides down his back. It's nice, being taken care of like this, especially when his head still feels so fuzzy and warm. Eventually he does straighten up though, his body quickly recovering after that. The countertop isn't so lucky- he definitely won't be getting his deposit back for this place, but he hardly cares about that.
When he turns back around, he reaches out to Rowen, pulling him closer once again. "You didn't hurt me. But I definitely do feel like a changed man."
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Date: 2024-06-16 05:16 pm (UTC)Bucky's mouth was just as sweet as it was earlier, and Hawke took his time exploring it again while his hands greedily roamed over Bucky's back, hips, and rear, giving the firm globes a knowing squeeze. "You are magnificent," he breathed against his lover's wet lips. "So wonderful...just the way you are." He rested his forehead against Bucky's. "Thank you, love. For allowing me to come to you tonight."
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Date: 2024-06-16 05:38 pm (UTC)All the praise does make him a bit bashful though, even now, but he lets those words settle in around his heart, and maybe even believes in them, more than he has before. He feels pretty damn magnificent right now. "Thanks for coming, even though I was being moody. I feel a hell of a lot better now."
Bucky leans in for another kiss, then pulls back and laughs a little. "Suddenly wish I had a bed. I'm gonna have to get on that." Because curling up on it with Rowen would be heavenly. They're just gonna have to squish on the couch till then, he supposes.
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Date: 2024-06-16 05:47 pm (UTC)"Glad I am of it," he told his sweet lover with a kiss, then laughed lightly at Bucky's confession. "Definitely a good idea," he agreed, then added with a twinkle, "particularly if my visits are to become a regular occurrence." And Maker, how he hoped that they would.
But it only took moments to wrap up in a blanket and relocate to the couch, Alpine rather haughtily climbing up a blanket-covered leg and settling into Bucky's lap with a prissy little mew, making Hawke laugh as the three of them settled together comfortably.
"Such a princess," he teased, reaching over to rub her tiny head with gentle fingers. And lean over to press a kiss to Bucky's temple, his cheek, then the corner of his mouth. "She and I are both fortunate indeed to have you in our lives, my dear heart."
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Date: 2024-06-16 06:08 pm (UTC)Moving to the couch feels a lot better, wrapping up in a blanket and Rowen, not minding it all that it's a tight fit. At least they can cuddle. Of course Alpine wants to join them then, and it makes Bucky smile too, reaching out to pet her as well, before turning into Rowen's kisses. Damn... this feels good.
"I feel every bit of that with you too. I'm so glad I went out that night instead of just locking myself away here in this place." It could've gone any other way, but damn, he was lucky. "Same with tonight."
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Date: 2024-06-16 06:18 pm (UTC)"But I admit I was lonely, and bored, and was honestly just seeking someone to talk with." He'd been miserable, actually. Missing Ferelden and Kirkwall, Varric and Fenris, and Carver. All of those he held dear, and everything that was beloved and familiar.
"It's been...difficult," he admitted, unconsciously settling a little closer. "I've never really been alone, totally alone. And the quiet, well...it takes some getting used to." Then Hawke gave a small wry snort. "And I found I had little taste for it."
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Date: 2024-06-16 06:28 pm (UTC)"You were interesting to talk to. Piqued my interest right away, actually." Even if he got a little defensive at first- there was something there that had prompted him to want to go for drinks. Not very like him lately, but he's glad he did.
Rowen seems like such an outgoing, friendly person- he can understand how difficult loneliness would be. "I get it. Being in such a different, unfamiliar place, all alone- it can be a lot. You don't have to be alone anymore. I know-- it's not the same, though. I know you miss them."
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Date: 2024-06-16 06:44 pm (UTC)Bless Lady Alpine. Hawke gave her another series of gentle pets, grinning.
"To be honest, I wasn't even halfway sure where the Eluvian would send me. There aren't any road maps for those magic pathways, or not any that anyone knows about, rather." He sighed softly, resting his head against Bucky's, relishing the close tactile contact.
"Varric really did fuss about coming with me," he said quietly. "And I wished he could have. But I had no idea where I'd be, and I couldn't risk his safety. Now, having been here for a while, I'm glad I insisted he stay. He's safe back home, and I know he'll keep an eye on the others, too." Hawke nuzzled Bucky's temple, just breathing him in.
"Takes quite a burden from me, I admit."
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Date: 2024-06-16 06:58 pm (UTC)Bless Lady Alpine indeed.
Bucky raises his eyebrows. "You didn't know where you'd end up? How'd you find Earth?" He figures there must've been some scans for similar atmospheres and things like that, but he knows there are a lot more places out there where people can survive.
He's quiet for a moment, letting his fingers slide over Rowen's chest before he asks. "Were the two of you together?"
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Date: 2024-06-16 07:13 pm (UTC)Basking in the touch, Hawke closed his eyes as Bucky's fingers roamed, then blinked them back open at the question. "Varric and I?" He shook his head with a rue chuckle. "Not at all. We were best friends, there wasn't an ounce of attraction between us. Chemistry, perhaps," he admitted, reaching up to thread his fingers through Bucky's short tousled hair, "but never any physical attraction."
A moment later, he added, "Which is a shame, because Varric is quite the handsome dwarf. Most dwarves have luxuriously long beards, you see, and they consider all that facial hair their pride and joy. But Varric, Maker bless him, never once sprouted even a single hair on his chin, but his chest..." He spread fingers across Bucky's chest, intimating, and laughing lightly.
"His chest is quite broad - dwarves are solid and stocky - and it's covered in a thick, soft pelt of golden hair. He even wears his tunics half open just to show it off." Hawke laughed again. "It's quite the talk, actually. Everyone that's met him is just fascinated by the chest hair." He grinned, a fond twinkle gleaming in his eye. A moment later, he offered, "I can...show him to you, if you'd like?"
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Date: 2024-06-16 09:51 pm (UTC)Bucky nods slowly, giving Rowen a small smile. He figures the other was with someone back home. He must've been. He's such a genuinely good guy, with a big heart. Anyone would be foolish not to snatch that up. The rest of the explanation has Bucky laughing as well, a full on visual of the dwarf in question forming in his head.
"Quite the talk, hm? Well now I have to see him. Yeah, I'd like to." Anything to see more of Rowen's life would be nice. He talks about them all the time. He wonders if he should tell Rowen about Steve. He realizes he's never talked about any of his people before.
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Date: 2024-06-16 10:20 pm (UTC)"I can share my memories with you," he explained. "A few, at the first. It will require a meeting of the minds, as the scholars say, and yes, it is magic." Gentle fingers stroked Bucky's cheek and the length of his neck. "For you to actually see what I'm sharing, Bucky...your mind must be...open to mine." Blue searched blue. "Do you understand what that means?"
Before Bucky could answer, Hawke added quickly, "I promise I won't look deeper, I won't look at all, but sharing memories in such a way is profoundly...intimate. Even more so than our lovemaking moments ago. And you should know that, and make the choice yea or nay." He offered a smile. "If the answer's 'nay', I understand, promise I do."
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Date: 2024-06-16 11:06 pm (UTC)He trusts Rowen, he really does, but he can already feel the way his heart starts beating hard, and as much as he didn't sweat before, he definitely is now. It's anxiety, PTSD, and as much as he wants to try and push it away, he can't seem to.
Still, he looks apologetic as he shakes his head. "I can't." He closes his eyes, dragging his hand over his face. "It's not you, it's me. I can't. I can't let anyone else in my head."
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Date: 2024-06-16 11:12 pm (UTC)But he understood, he really and truly did. Fenris had battled his own ghosts in much the same way, and it had taken years for the elf to trust the mage enough to let Hawke in. And Hawke was patient; he wasn't one to just lose interest and flit to the next one in line.
Lips at Bucky's temple, Hawke murmured, "I'll just have to paint you a portrait with words, instead." A soft smile followed. "How's that?"
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Date: 2024-06-16 11:17 pm (UTC)He tries to even out his breathing, slow his heart, focus on the here and now. Warm hands, warmer eyes looking back at him. Soft lips against his temple, the solid couch under him. "Yeah... that would be... it would be better."
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