Hawke's sheepish expression morphed into puzzlement at Fenris's response, and he opened his mouth to speak, but before the first word left his tongue, he suddenly found himself mouth to mouth with his beloved elf, abruptly swallowing the surprised squawk of being so abruptly snared and hauled downward. But that surprise didn't last long; sheer instinct had him enfolding the elf's lean body in both arms, molding hard frames together as if it'd been but hours since they'd last parted, and Hawke fell so very willingly into Fenris's kiss, his heart leaping like a wild salmon before it then began to race like a Marcher stallion, thudding sharply against his ribs.
Shaded light flooded his closed eyes, but Hawke didn't need to see, not with Fenris in his arms, Fenris's lips glued to his, and Fenris's tongue invading his mouth as if it belonged nowhere else. Unable to stop the soft, eager little moans that made their way out of his throat, Hawke gave just as good as he got, licking his way into the elf's open mouth and all but drowning in the remembered flavor of those beautiful lips.
A few unthinking, staggered steps put Hawke's back against the white oak tree that towered over the courtyard, but he didn't even feel the rough bark scrape skin. He merely gathered Fenris even closer, deftly pulling the elf astride one muscled thigh, groaning all over again when he felt the very prominent evidence of his beloved's arousal. He'd been determined to keep his own under wraps, but a pointed thrust of hips revealed he was just as needy, just as desperate as Fenris.
Even if Hawke wanted to complain, his squawk was met with a deep rumble almost nearing on a growl coming from Fenris' throat. He was waiting still somehow for the rejection. For Hawke to pull away and condemn him for his actions. But it never came. Rowen parted his lips for Fenris and suckled at his tongue as though it were something else he wanted in his mouth before devouring Fenris' mouth in kind. Stealing the very air from his lungs.
Electric lust crackled through the elf that had nothing to do with the Fade he had just stepped through. It had been so long since he'd been enveloped in Rowen's arms. So long since he'd been held so protectively and taken apart. Until he scarcely knew his own name. Until all there was was them. It had terrified him and so he'd ran. But Rowen hadn't given up on him, it seemed. Not when he was being plucked up as easily as he'd pick up the Ferelden in turn and settled against a firm thigh as thick around as both his own legs.
"Hhhhhaa--!" The rock of Rowen's hips sent Fenris' blood simmering in his veins. He craned his head upward to bite at the shell of Rowen's ear. Aching to hear something more primal from Rowen than those little moans muffled by his own mouth. "Want you--" Fenris breathed into that ear as he drug one hand down Rowen's chest possessively.
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Date: 2025-10-30 11:41 pm (UTC)Shaded light flooded his closed eyes, but Hawke didn't need to see, not with Fenris in his arms, Fenris's lips glued to his, and Fenris's tongue invading his mouth as if it belonged nowhere else. Unable to stop the soft, eager little moans that made their way out of his throat, Hawke gave just as good as he got, licking his way into the elf's open mouth and all but drowning in the remembered flavor of those beautiful lips.
A few unthinking, staggered steps put Hawke's back against the white oak tree that towered over the courtyard, but he didn't even feel the rough bark scrape skin. He merely gathered Fenris even closer, deftly pulling the elf astride one muscled thigh, groaning all over again when he felt the very prominent evidence of his beloved's arousal. He'd been determined to keep his own under wraps, but a pointed thrust of hips revealed he was just as needy, just as desperate as Fenris.
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Date: 2025-11-03 11:09 pm (UTC)Electric lust crackled through the elf that had nothing to do with the Fade he had just stepped through. It had been so long since he'd been enveloped in Rowen's arms. So long since he'd been held so protectively and taken apart. Until he scarcely knew his own name. Until all there was was them. It had terrified him and so he'd ran. But Rowen hadn't given up on him, it seemed. Not when he was being plucked up as easily as he'd pick up the Ferelden in turn and settled against a firm thigh as thick around as both his own legs.
"Hhhhhaa--!" The rock of Rowen's hips sent Fenris' blood simmering in his veins. He craned his head upward to bite at the shell of Rowen's ear. Aching to hear something more primal from Rowen than those little moans muffled by his own mouth. "Want you--" Fenris breathed into that ear as he drug one hand down Rowen's chest possessively.