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fuckyeahmhawkefenris · 9 years ago

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fuckyeahmhawkefenris · 6 years ago

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His kisses grow sloppy, leaning over Fenris like this. Especially when legs wrap around his waist, hands move between them. Finding the edge of Hawke’s trousers, pulling the knot undone. At the same time, he is working the buttons of his leggings, pulling them both free. Hawke’s cock is hard, thick, pulses against his hand. Hawke’s lowers himself, just so, enough for Fenris to press their cocks together, wrap hands around them both.

Hawke thrusts forward slowly, moving his hips just so, as Fenris strokes them both together. “Fen,” murmured darkly, eyes squeezed closed and knotted brows, and lips find lips once again. A searching tongue, mixing taste. Hawke shivers with some unseen cold, leans back. Moving Fenris’s hands away as he finds the edge of his leggings. With one swift pull, Hawke pulls them off. Immediately bending over once again, hands on Fenris’s hips, settling himself between his legs. He lets one rest over Hawke’s shoulder, shudders as Hawke takes him into his mouth.

Head tipped back, wet white hair against stone. Fenris’s eyes flutter, as he threads fingers through Hawke’s hair. His other arm bent beside him, turning his head slightly, knuckles pressed against his mouth. Hawke is messy with this, enthusiastic. Still holding his hips, arms curled under his legs. A hand moves flat against Fenris’s stomach as Hawke takes him deeper. Tongue put to good use, swirling around the head of him, even lower.

Hawke wraps a hand around the base of him, and strokes him in what space there is left. He groans at that first taste of salt, and Fenris’s hand squeezes in his hair at the rumble of his throat against his cock. Heels press into his back, but Hawke doesn’t mind. Pleased with the way Fenris squirms underneath his ministrations. That signature warmth again, his tongue pressing at all the right spots. Fenris gives a groan of his own, muffled against his hand. Hawke’s cheeks are hollowed, and he holds him tightly.

His hips begin to move of their own accord, upwards, fucking into Hawke’s mouth. Back arching, hips hitching forward, fingernails biting into clenched fists. The moan is drawn from him, mouth gasping, stars bursting behind closed eyelids. Hawke holds him gently as Fenris spills his seed inside his mouth, rides out his orgasm. Hawke swallows, and plants a line of kisses against the v of his hips. Slowly moving over him, twisting a lock of wet hair between his fingers, a kiss at the goblet of his throat.

“Perhaps,” Fenris says, still breathless, “we should go to the bed.” He feels Hawke grin, and his own smile soon follows.

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It had begun on the way backfrom the market. Grey clouds had gathered quickly, and the thunder came soonafter. Rain on its booming heels, pouring down without mercy. They had takenshelter under the lip of a nearby home, backs pressed against the wall. The bagof food in Hawke’s hand, the other tangled in his. Fenris looks up at him.Hawke is slowly leaning out, looking at the clouds, and seeing a sky that onlygrows darker. Even in the short time they were in the thick of it, it was stillenough to soak them. Water drips from Hawke’s hair, twists down his temple, getslost in the stubble of his beard.

“What do you think?” Hawke asksas he leans back, looks at Fenris, “should we make a run for it?” A carefreesmile, and it’s this that catches him off-guard. Without a word, Fenris standson his toes, wraps a fist in the front of Hawke’s shirt. Pulling him down,planting the kiss against his lips. Hawke’s expression instantly sobers, heatsto a different quality. Although Fenris is back on the flat of his feet, Hawkeis leaning down once again. He kisses him the same way each and every time. Asthough he is dying without it. As though Fenris is the only person he needs. Asthough, at that very moment, Fenris is the most important thing in the world.Little does he know that Hawke feels that way all the time.

Hawke’s beard is scratchy at hispalm, but he doesn’t mind. He carries a heat all his own, a signature warmth,some of which he puts inside Fenris with a single word. A kiss is more than enoughto stoke the coals of Fenris’s chest, send that warmth to even the tips of hisfingers. “Fenris,” he says, murmured low against his lips. A hunger, in hiseyes, and Fenris matches that hunger with a lick of his lips.

“Yes,” Fenris tells him, “weshould run for it.” He’s off before the words have even passed his lips. Hishand shakes free of Hawke’s, sprinting through the streets. A bark of laughter,and then, the heavy sound of footsteps behind him. Fenris has never minded therain. Cool water on his face, down his back. The streets emptied because of it,and they are alone. He slows his pace, not just for Hawke’s sake. But to feelit – the sweeping wind, the static of lightning in the air. The crack, the arcof light, the drums that follow. Hawke, beside him, smiling, turning his faceup to it, and enjoying it just as much. Fenris has always cherished the freedomof being alone. Now he finds it in Hawke’s presence as well.

At the door of the estate, Hawkefumbles with the key. The bag awkward in his other hand, Fenris’s fingertipsagainst his arm. Travelling lightly up and down, against his skin, catchingthose droplets of water, casting them elsewhere. He watches gooseflesh followhis touch. A bursting sigh of relief as the door opens, as Hawke puts an arm aroundhim and guides him inside. The door closes heavy, and the bag drops soon after.His hands are preoccupied with far better things, now. Hawke’s hands are largeand rough, but always gentle.

A hand against his jaw, fingertipsat the crook of it, a thumb brushing over cheekbones. The other holding steadyFenris’s hip, as Hawke kisses his deeply, breathes him in. Fenris reciprocateswholly, hard fists in Hawke’s shirt, an arm thrown around his shoulders. “Weshould,” breathily spoken between a barrage of kisses, “put the food,” Hawke’seyes are closed, invading his mouth with his tongue, “away.” But Fenris onlypresses himself against Hawke even harder. His back finds a wall, Hawke’s legbetween his. A subtle pressure against the bulge of his pants, and a hand is easilyslipped under a wet tunic.

Fenris looks at him fiercely ashe raises his arms, allows Hawke to tug the shirt off of him, throw it to theside in a heap. Wet skin prickles against cold air, but Hawke’s hands are onhim, warming him, Hawke’s mouth slipping from his mouth and against the line ofhis jaw, the curve of his neck. Fenris’s hands squeeze on Hawke’s arms, pushinghim back. The other side of the foyer, the other wall, and Fenris half tears atthe lacings of Hawke’s tunic, opening it. Running fingers over his chest, thedamp hair there, pulling his shirt from his shoulders.

It drops to the floor behindhim, and Fenris bares teeth against his neck. A bite, hard enough to mark, ahungry kiss that follows. Hawke’s hand splays against the small of his back,tugs him closer. They wage a small war against each other, pushing and pulling,and Fenris allows Hawke to win. A hand underneath his thigh, pulling Fenrisupwards into his arms. Hawke goes to his knees, lies Fenris gently back againstthe floor. That large hand of his over Fenris’s chest,feeling the rise and fall of it, the quickened beat of his heart.

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