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 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.