It might have been three years, a few months, and some days, but Hawke hadn't at all forgotten how clothing worked; seconds after those rough words met his ears he was tugging at clasps and laces at the nape of Fenris' tunic, all too eager to reach that beautiful dusky skin.
With Fenris' sweet mouth tight against his, questing tongues seeking the other in heady remembrance, Hawke could only grunt in pleased delight when the fabric finally gave and his heated hands met flesh, palms flattening as his inherent magic very gently smoothed over the painful markings.
An eternity later, when they finally parted for panted breaths of air, Hawke managed to rumble, "...we don't have to dream anymore, Fen. Not ever again." Because Hawke had no plans whatsoever to let go, or to ever have Fenris too far away. Not again.
If Fenris had more than a couple outfits to his name in total he'd be tempted to rip the damn fabric off of himself, so impatient is he for Hawke to get the garment undone. A low growl of desire builds in the back of his throat. Fenris does not pull away until he is dizzy with his need for air. It leaves him gasping between them, a little unsteady where he sways and rocks back down onto the flats of his feet.
"I....I will hold you to that, Rowen. We have....ngh. So much catching up to do.."
Impossible to know where to even begin. Aside from tugging insistently at the ties of Hawke's shirt. Pulling knots free with such intense focus.
"I have never been able to forget a moment with you."
Thankfully, Hawke's flour-spotted tunic was an older one; one of the laces snapped when Fenris gave it a rather savage yank. Hearing the sound, Hawke snorted a small laugh and shrugged the rest of the way out of it, letting it drop uncaringly to the floor. His trousers were getting nicely tight, but his primary focus was to peel his lover out of his own raiment without ripping anything himself.
It took a bit of finagling, as he didn't want to aggravate the markings, but Hawke at last got the elf's tunic undone, working the form-fitting fabric over Fenris' shoulders and arms with the utmost care. Although he tossed it carelessly atop the trunk at the foot of his bed before once more gathering the half-naked elf back into his arms.
"Nor have I," he confessed, angling his head to again capture Fenris' lips for a needy kiss, then another, and another. Almost of their own volition, his feet began to take them further into the bedroom, instinctively angling towards the large four-poster bed.
Fenris groans in frustration for the snap! of the lacing but Hawke's mouth on his own prevents him from uttering an apology. His teeth sink into the fullness of Rowen's lower lip, pulling a little for being laughed at. And partly, it must be said, because Fenris was slowly losing control of the want thundering through his veins.
Briefly, the elf catches a glance at the direction Rowen is turning them. His fists close around the human's waist. Muscles flex with a practiced strength. With a brilliant flash of blue lights and the faintest scent of ozone Hawke will find himself suddenly up against the edge of the bed Fenris had dashed them over to. A fierce toothy smile played across his tanned lips, flush for their use.
Watching Fenris use the lyrium in his markings was always a breathtaking experience. Being on the receiving end of that sort of magic, in such an instance as this one, was almost orgasmic. Hawke caught his breath just as his knees hit the edge of the mattress, and he lost what little grip on his balance remained and plunked right down, huffing a small snort of laughter.
"Damn, Fenris," he couldn't help but droll, mischief dancing in bright blue eyes, "you really did miss me, huh?" A moot question, because Hawke knew that Fenris had, just as Hawke had missed him. Desperately.
Hawke parted his knees and tugged the elf between them, hands kneading the elf's lithe hips as he pressed his mouth to the unmarred skin of Fenris' torso, careful to kiss and lick between the gently glowing markings. Painting the golden skin with languid, slow laps of his tongue, Hawke let one of his hands wander between the elf's thighs, giving the firm flesh a deliberate squeeze.
"...I've got all day," he managed to pant between kisses, between firm squeezes. "...and all night. All week. Fuck it, all month."
"Do not waste our time asking questions to which you already know the answers to, Hawke." The elf half growls, half groans to be pulled down onto the bed alongside his love. His pale hair hung in his face, ignored for the moment when it finally put more of Rowen into reach. Fenris snakes his hand up the back of the mage's neck and buries his fingers into dark locks. Aching to feel the heat radiating up off of the man beneath him. His mouth dips to graze along the shell of a rounded ear. So much smaller than his own.
every hungry caress over the back of Fenris' thighs makes them tremble. He who trains to be stronger than any warrior so he could always be there to protect Hawke--turned to putty by the self same man's affectionate groping.
"Then tell me what you have fantasized the most so I may grant you a boon." If he doesn't demand so first, Hawke might ask the same of him. Fenris does not trust what truths might come spilling from his lips unbidden if he was asked.
Hawke moaned approval when Fenris found his ear. A shudder ran down the length of his spine, ending right at the tip of his cock. Maker, but he wanted-! There was too much to do all at once, it was almost maddening. But he forced himself to take a surreptitious deep breath; Fenris was here, not going anywhere - not by a damn sight.
So rather than just dive off the deep end - although Hawke was sure both of them would, before sunrise tomorrow - he lifted his head and met the elf's heated eyes, his own reflecting the needy desire simmering beneath his skin.
"Just...just having you here, honestly," he heard himself say, Ferelden-accented voice gone gravely and rough. "Like this..." He skated a palm over Fenris' side, the magic of his touch cool, soft. "...and...like this..." Then Hawke moved, not quite as fast as Fenris had, but swiftly enough, and pulled the elf over and atop him as he fell to his back right in the middle of the bed.
Doing so put their lower bodies together tightly, and Hawke dug his head into the pillows with a strangled groan as his loins gave another set of aching throbs, the elf's weight a delicious pain. And he didn't hesitate to pull Fenris down for another set of deep, tongue-filled kisses, rolling them together with unfeigned eagerness. "...mmmm, just like this, Fen...just like this..."
"You...remain singular." Fenris huffs out. He breathes the words against the damp skin of the ear he has been teasing. His tongue dips out to flit against it as a soft rumble of a laugh bubbles up out of him, velvety soft and low. Hungry. It shatters into a low whine of a moan as Rowen's magic played along his markings. Sent little shocks of electricity up his spine and down to his toes where they curled for the sensation.
He is so busy trying to keep breathing Fenris cannot brace himself when Hawke yanks them down together. Grinds up with a stiff heat that presses aching and full against his ass.
"Kaffas-!" He croaks out, strangling in his own fitted trousers. Fenris tries to throw his head back, gasp in a deep breath, but his shoulders are being pulled forward and Hawke's mouth devours his own until his moans are heated and muffled between them. Rowen's words mapped out against his lips. Just as muffled as Fenris' own voice.
"M....making a mess in your smallclothes?" fenris finally manages to gasp out.
Again, Hawke gave a small amused snort. "Wouldn't be the first time," he admitted, grin slanting saucily. "Especially when I wake up from one of those dreams..." he added, slowly coasting fingertips down Fenris' bare back. "...where you ride me like you did before..." Hawke gently kneaded into Fenris' hips, rolling his own upwards suggestively.
Lifting his head, Hawke took the lobe of one beautifully pointed ear between his teeth, tugging lightly. "...and then you fuck me, Fen. Maker...I can't tell you how many nights I've woken up from that dream...missing you."
"Please tell me you scrub your shame away yourself." Fenris groans out. Everywhere Hawke touches Fenris cannot help but to arch. Moving where he is guided without a single thought. Indeed, all of his thoughts are slipping below the stays of his trousers. Especially when Rowen rocks them together like that with so much intent. "Nnngh~ I-I have nothing to return to my board with if you m-make me soil these."
Not a complaint exactly, but more a statement of fact. He's panting heavy breaths between them. Green eyes half lidded and dark.
"I will bed you or be bedded by you until neither of us can sit after." Fenris growls. "I will take you with my mouth, my hands, any way you desire me. Until you cannot even tell me your name!"
Maker above how Fenris wants--
His fingers grip like iron to Rowen's shoulders. Anchoring him and steadying them both as the human's hips grow bolder still with their rocking. He will not be dislodged.
Hawke's eyes dilated. "So let's get 'em off, yeah?" After that, it took about five seconds to have Fenris unclad, with Hawke's trousers following only a heartbeat afterwards. Then the human mage again coaxed the elven warrior back atop him, mouths fused together and both of them groaning their inescapable lust.
Situating the elf right where he needed to be, Hawke hissed through clenched teeth at the exquisite friction, and by a miracle managed to bite out, "...whenever you're ready, Fen." He felt hard enough to shatter stone, and there was no question whatsoever of his heady desire; the sweat beaded like diamonds across his bare body was more than enough evidence of it.
Fenris had slipped his own fingers into his mouth in between torrid kisses before reaching down to ready himself for Hawke. With his one free hand Fenris steadied himself. His muffled hisses and sounds were captured one at a time by Hawke's insatiable lips. He is three years out of practice but has dreampt of this night what feels like every moment since they were parted. Any discomfort he feels now is more to do with his impatience to see this done than it is the actions themselves.
The elf gives his hips one more meaningful rock back into his own questing touch before slipping them free with a hiss.
Being a mage, Hawke's dreams were far more potent than any other dreamer's. And having the same sort of dream over and over more often than not left him waking with want, shaking with unslaked passion. But having the real thing right here in his arms was absolutely divine; if he died right this second, he'd do so with a smile.
Watching Fenris ready himself left the mage groaning, cock twitching with anticipatory need. When the elf slowly sank down, slick and tight, Hawke nearly exploded right then and there, but he grit his teeth and held on, fingers gripping his lover's hips to anchor them both.
"...Fenris..." he managed to hiss, through clenched teeth, but by Andraste, was it not exquisite? "Gods, Fen..."
Fenris swears in a voice so tight it cannot properly be heard. Tevene invectives that come out more as gasps falling like droplets from his lips. It is so Much. He had never forgotten his night with Rowen but the intensity of it all...Broad Ferelden fingers dug into Fenris waist and he hoped secretly they would leave bruises.
"Y....yes." He needs a few seconds to be able to just Breathe. His hands brace themselves on Hawke's chest. Holding himself steady. When he does rock at first it is agonizingly slow. Testing the waters and hissing for the pleasure it gives amidst the burn.
"Are...you ready?" Ready for lithe arms to flex as Fenris lifted himself up until he was nearly free of Hawke only to shove himself back down nearly too quickly. If Hawke wanted gentle or slow, he would not have asked Fenris to ride him. Fenris is neither of those things, this riled up. He intends to put the dragon of Kirkwall through his paces.
Hawke opened his mouth to acquiesce, to beg, but before a single word could leave his tongue, Fenris moved, eliciting nothing more coherent from the mage than a strangled groan that was half a shout. His entire body bucked, toes digging into the blankets beneath him, back arching to move in perfect counterpoint to his elven lover.
Head dug back into the pillows, Hawke just held on and let Fenris do as he wished, trying not to explode too soon. Far too soon. Because, yes, it was So Much... He'd refused any other lovers since the night Fenris left, because no one else...felt right.
A long dry spell for them both.
And it only took mere moments for the two to settle into a deep, hard rhythm, Hawke's chest heaving with each and every panted breath. He wanted to roam his hands all over Fenris' beautiful body, but couldn't, so he settled for just gripping the elf's hips harder, guiding, supporting, but never impeding.
Fenris finds it a beautiful thing when he can render Hawke of all people speechless. Not that the elf mislikes the sound of Rowen's voice. Far from it. But he has seen the man holding wounds that would slay a lesser person shut while still running that mouth of his. Has seen Hawke drink enough to put others under tables and still never once been completely tongue tied.
So to render his loquacious lover beyond words merely by the flex of his thighs, the rise of his hips?
Beautiful.
Of course, such thoughts will only crystalize in clarity later when he is reflecting on this night. In the moment, all Fenris feels is a triumphant possessive thrill to be right here where he is. Desired above all others. Such an alien sensation and one Fenris craves like a drug. The elf leans forward until his weight is splayed across his forearms braced across Rowen's broad chest. Putting them closer together so Fenris can catch the Ferelden anywhere he can reach with his mouth. His hips keep their relentless pace, driving Hawke into him deep enough he is forced to gasp just to get enough air. And still he craves more.
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Date: 2024-12-28 08:41 pm (UTC)With Fenris' sweet mouth tight against his, questing tongues seeking the other in heady remembrance, Hawke could only grunt in pleased delight when the fabric finally gave and his heated hands met flesh, palms flattening as his inherent magic very gently smoothed over the painful markings.
An eternity later, when they finally parted for panted breaths of air, Hawke managed to rumble, "...we don't have to dream anymore, Fen. Not ever again." Because Hawke had no plans whatsoever to let go, or to ever have Fenris too far away. Not again.
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Date: 2024-12-28 08:57 pm (UTC)"I....I will hold you to that, Rowen. We have....ngh. So much catching up to do.."
Impossible to know where to even begin. Aside from tugging insistently at the ties of Hawke's shirt. Pulling knots free with such intense focus.
"I have never been able to forget a moment with you."
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Date: 2024-12-28 09:18 pm (UTC)It took a bit of finagling, as he didn't want to aggravate the markings, but Hawke at last got the elf's tunic undone, working the form-fitting fabric over Fenris' shoulders and arms with the utmost care. Although he tossed it carelessly atop the trunk at the foot of his bed before once more gathering the half-naked elf back into his arms.
"Nor have I," he confessed, angling his head to again capture Fenris' lips for a needy kiss, then another, and another. Almost of their own volition, his feet began to take them further into the bedroom, instinctively angling towards the large four-poster bed.
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Date: 2024-12-28 09:29 pm (UTC)Briefly, the elf catches a glance at the direction Rowen is turning them. His fists close around the human's waist. Muscles flex with a practiced strength. With a brilliant flash of blue lights and the faintest scent of ozone Hawke will find himself suddenly up against the edge of the bed Fenris had dashed them over to. A fierce toothy smile played across his tanned lips, flush for their use.
"Then we had best get started."
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Date: 2024-12-28 09:50 pm (UTC)"Damn, Fenris," he couldn't help but droll, mischief dancing in bright blue eyes, "you really did miss me, huh?" A moot question, because Hawke knew that Fenris had, just as Hawke had missed him. Desperately.
Hawke parted his knees and tugged the elf between them, hands kneading the elf's lithe hips as he pressed his mouth to the unmarred skin of Fenris' torso, careful to kiss and lick between the gently glowing markings. Painting the golden skin with languid, slow laps of his tongue, Hawke let one of his hands wander between the elf's thighs, giving the firm flesh a deliberate squeeze.
"...I've got all day," he managed to pant between kisses, between firm squeezes. "...and all night. All week. Fuck it, all month."
And that still might not be long enough.
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Date: 2024-12-28 10:16 pm (UTC)every hungry caress over the back of Fenris' thighs makes them tremble. He who trains to be stronger than any warrior so he could always be there to protect Hawke--turned to putty by the self same man's affectionate groping.
"Then tell me what you have fantasized the most so I may grant you a boon." If he doesn't demand so first, Hawke might ask the same of him. Fenris does not trust what truths might come spilling from his lips unbidden if he was asked.
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Date: 2024-12-28 10:36 pm (UTC)So rather than just dive off the deep end - although Hawke was sure both of them would, before sunrise tomorrow - he lifted his head and met the elf's heated eyes, his own reflecting the needy desire simmering beneath his skin.
"Just...just having you here, honestly," he heard himself say, Ferelden-accented voice gone gravely and rough. "Like this..." He skated a palm over Fenris' side, the magic of his touch cool, soft. "...and...like this..." Then Hawke moved, not quite as fast as Fenris had, but swiftly enough, and pulled the elf over and atop him as he fell to his back right in the middle of the bed.
Doing so put their lower bodies together tightly, and Hawke dug his head into the pillows with a strangled groan as his loins gave another set of aching throbs, the elf's weight a delicious pain. And he didn't hesitate to pull Fenris down for another set of deep, tongue-filled kisses, rolling them together with unfeigned eagerness. "...mmmm, just like this, Fen...just like this..."
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Date: 2024-12-28 10:46 pm (UTC)He is so busy trying to keep breathing Fenris cannot brace himself when Hawke yanks them down together. Grinds up with a stiff heat that presses aching and full against his ass.
"Kaffas-!" He croaks out, strangling in his own fitted trousers. Fenris tries to throw his head back, gasp in a deep breath, but his shoulders are being pulled forward and Hawke's mouth devours his own until his moans are heated and muffled between them. Rowen's words mapped out against his lips. Just as muffled as Fenris' own voice.
"M....making a mess in your smallclothes?" fenris finally manages to gasp out.
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Date: 2024-12-28 11:06 pm (UTC)Lifting his head, Hawke took the lobe of one beautifully pointed ear between his teeth, tugging lightly. "...and then you fuck me, Fen. Maker...I can't tell you how many nights I've woken up from that dream...missing you."
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Date: 2024-12-28 11:25 pm (UTC)Not a complaint exactly, but more a statement of fact. He's panting heavy breaths between them. Green eyes half lidded and dark.
"I will bed you or be bedded by you until neither of us can sit after." Fenris growls. "I will take you with my mouth, my hands, any way you desire me. Until you cannot even tell me your name!"
Maker above how Fenris wants--
His fingers grip like iron to Rowen's shoulders. Anchoring him and steadying them both as the human's hips grow bolder still with their rocking. He will not be dislodged.
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Date: 2024-12-28 11:51 pm (UTC)Situating the elf right where he needed to be, Hawke hissed through clenched teeth at the exquisite friction, and by a miracle managed to bite out, "...whenever you're ready, Fen." He felt hard enough to shatter stone, and there was no question whatsoever of his heady desire; the sweat beaded like diamonds across his bare body was more than enough evidence of it.
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Date: 2024-12-29 12:57 am (UTC)The elf gives his hips one more meaningful rock back into his own questing touch before slipping them free with a hiss.
"I." Gasping. "I can. I will. Take you."
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Date: 2025-01-05 09:27 pm (UTC)Watching Fenris ready himself left the mage groaning, cock twitching with anticipatory need. When the elf slowly sank down, slick and tight, Hawke nearly exploded right then and there, but he grit his teeth and held on, fingers gripping his lover's hips to anchor them both.
"...Fenris..." he managed to hiss, through clenched teeth, but by Andraste, was it not exquisite? "Gods, Fen..."
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Date: 2025-01-06 09:05 pm (UTC)"Y....yes." He needs a few seconds to be able to just Breathe. His hands brace themselves on Hawke's chest. Holding himself steady. When he does rock at first it is agonizingly slow. Testing the waters and hissing for the pleasure it gives amidst the burn.
"Are...you ready?" Ready for lithe arms to flex as Fenris lifted himself up until he was nearly free of Hawke only to shove himself back down nearly too quickly. If Hawke wanted gentle or slow, he would not have asked Fenris to ride him. Fenris is neither of those things, this riled up. He intends to put the dragon of Kirkwall through his paces.
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Date: 2025-01-12 07:44 pm (UTC)Head dug back into the pillows, Hawke just held on and let Fenris do as he wished, trying not to explode too soon. Far too soon. Because, yes, it was So Much... He'd refused any other lovers since the night Fenris left, because no one else...felt right.
A long dry spell for them both.
And it only took mere moments for the two to settle into a deep, hard rhythm, Hawke's chest heaving with each and every panted breath. He wanted to roam his hands all over Fenris' beautiful body, but couldn't, so he settled for just gripping the elf's hips harder, guiding, supporting, but never impeding.
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Date: 2025-01-13 07:00 pm (UTC)So to render his loquacious lover beyond words merely by the flex of his thighs, the rise of his hips?
Beautiful.
Of course, such thoughts will only crystalize in clarity later when he is reflecting on this night. In the moment, all Fenris feels is a triumphant possessive thrill to be right here where he is. Desired above all others. Such an alien sensation and one Fenris craves like a drug. The elf leans forward until his weight is splayed across his forearms braced across Rowen's broad chest. Putting them closer together so Fenris can catch the Ferelden anywhere he can reach with his mouth. His hips keep their relentless pace, driving Hawke into him deep enough he is forced to gasp just to get enough air. And still he craves more.