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"You thrusting into the air saying, 'Yeah, Baby, come and get it," hardly screams romantic where I'm from. Besides, bows are better left for being tied around kittens' necks or in the hair of a little girl."

"How dare you not think that was sexy. I even picked out a teal ribbon because it's your favorite color," Hawke said, frown on his face.

"Love, it was a nice gesture. But I think you're forgetting what happened. As soon as we started making out, you realized you'd forgotten to untie the bow and it was constricting against your erection. I'm the one that normally does the screaming," Anders said, unable to keep himself from chuckling while remembering how badly his lover had overreacted.

"Yes, yes, we could all write a book on my sexual failures," the warrior said with a sigh. "But we could write volumes on my successes." He cut off his lovers laughter by crashing their lips together, plunging his tongue into the other man's mouth as soon as it had begun to part. Holding himself up on his knees, Hawke pushed his hands between their bodies and started to work off the mage's bath robe, which was about a hundred times easier than dealing with the man's daily robe of a dozen straps and buckles. Opening the robe, the warrior splayed his hands on his lover's abdomen and slid them up to his chest to take each nipple between a thumb and forefinger. He squeezed each hardening bud tightly, eliciting the blonde to moan against his kiss.

"Remember how I said I was tired?" Anders asked as he pulled away from his lover's lips. Now he felt nails digging into the sensitive flesh of his nipples, and he cried out in a mix of pleasure and pain.

"You say the word, and I'll stop," Hawke said, voice raspy with lust.

The mage bucked his hips up against the other man, hoping he could feel just how hard he'd grown. "I'm not tired anymore. And even if I was, I could never say no to this; to you." For as busy as he had been, for as many secrets he kept, he was a completely devoted lover. Even being in the dominant role, the warrior never had to demand this sort of interaction from Anders; the mage enjoyed nothing more than to please and worship every single inch of Archer Hawke. And he truly had been feeling guilty lately for how much time they were spending apart. Justice always did his best to keep their plans on track, but, when the only thing keeping his feet planting firmly on the ground was his lover, he had to make sure that he remained completely and utterly dedicated to the other man. Perhaps I could take a few days off. Just relax with him and be rejuvenated before picking things back u-

A hand gripped firmly on the mage's erection tore him from his thoughts. He gasped and thrust up towards the other man, desperate for more contact.

"Stay focused, Darling, or I'm going to have to go make love to my own hand," Hawke said sternly, peering down at his lover.

Oh, don't you dare, the mage thought. The idea of all that wasted seed when it could be spilled into his mouth or coating his…Anders pushed himself up enough to slam their lips back together, his hands pressing up against the other man, desperately trying to work off his clothing.

Hawke smiled as he returned a rough kiss to his lover, but he broke apart to help the mage get off his clothing. "Now that's more like it. How'd I get so damn lucky with you, Anders?" The warrior honestly did feel like he must be one of the luckiest men alive. He came into his relationship with the mage knowing that he could never be the most important thing in his world; there was Justice and whatever it was that Anders felt to keep hidden. But the dark-haired man never felt anything but loved by his partner.

The warrior, now fully undressed, pushed the other man away and threw his hands down to his hips to grab onto the smalls Anders had just put on and pulled them down and off forcefully, revealing the blonde's impressive, leaking length. "Fuck, you're so hot," Hawke growled. He slid between his lover's legs, leaning down to kiss and tease the sensitive skin of his left thigh and hip with his tongue, yet constantly missing every area that truly mattered. The mage writhed and moaned with displeasure, and desperately tried to lift his hips up in just the right way that would send his lover's lips closer. But the warrior wasn't about to give in to the other man and instead trailed his kisses north across taught abdomen, chest, chin, and finally to lick and tug on his plump lower lip.

"Are you ever going to stop teasing me?" Anders struggled to ask, lower lip still captured between teeth.

"Never," Hawke said as he pulled his mouth away to smile. "You love it, and I couldn't deny you that."

"Let's please not speak about denial," the mage said with a weak smile on his face thinking back to the exercise in orgasm denial they had both put each other through two months ago. As pleasurable as it had ended up being, he couldn't even muster the strength to think about trying it again for a long time.

"Of course not," Hawke said, pressing his lower half down against the other man. Their cock pressed against one another, the heat of it being absolutely intoxicating. "I'd like to have a little fun though. Are you sure you're up for it?" He held himself up with his knees and one hand, reaching between them with the other to grab onto both of their lengths. He bit back a moan as he stroked them both simultaneously. "I mean, you're 'up,' I can feel that. But you do seem pretty tired."

Anders clenched his teeth and moaned loudly at the sensation, and he thrust upward into the circle of his lover's hand. "Oh Maker's balls, Archer, I'm up for anything."

The warrior smiled as he pumped their lengths together a few more times, but then he pulled away, only to be met with a moan of disapproval from the other man.

"Wait, don't stop that! That felt so good," the mage whined.

Hawke smiled and nipped his lover's neck a few times. "It did, but I want to do something else. Did you think that this was your romantic surprise where you just got to request something you wanted?"

"Well, no - fuck oh yes - but that doesn't mean I couldn't try," Anders said between gasps, thrilled by the teeth marking his flesh.

"Try as you might, but this is 'Archer gets to do whatever he wants and Anders lovingly submits to his will' time."

"So essentially just like every single day?" Anders asked with a smile. Hawke could be such an egotistical dick sometimes, but he couldn't help but love it.

"Exactly!" the warrior said with a smile. He got up from his position over the other man. "Now lay on your back, but the opposite from how you sleep."

Anders got up and lay down on his back, feet touching the headboard. "Like this?"

"No, no, 90 degrees different from that."

"You're so hot when you talk math to me," the mage said with a smile. He turned so that his head and feet were pointed towards the sides of the bed, but he lay in a prone position instead.

"I said on your back, Anders," Hawke said with a groan.

Anders just smiled and lifted up his hips so that his arse was dangerously close to the other man. "But Archie, Love. I want you to fuck me like this. Please…"

The warrior shook his head and slapped one of his lover's arse cheeks as hard as he could. "No, what you want is for me to do whatever I want to you, remember?"

The mage laughed and turned over, starring up into the other man's brilliant blue eyes. "Oh, alright. But be gentle with me; I'm a delicate flower.

Hawke smiled down at the other man and kissed him once. "Ok, now just lay there and open your mouth wide."

"Oh, Maker…bringing back repressed memories, Love."

"Keep repressing them, and we'll make some new ones you wouldn't dare forget." The warrior waited until Anders stopped smiling and finally opened his mouth to turn himself, facing the opposite direction of his lover, and straddled him. Reaching between his legs, he pulled his cock away from his abdomen and pushed it about half way into the other man's mouth. Without even needing to be told what to do, Anders instinctively closed his warm, wet lips around the hard flesh and started to lick and suck wherever he could. Hawke moaned loudly and started to thrust down, sending his throbbing length down further towards his lover's throat. The mage struggled a few times before he could manage to handle it without a gag, but finally he was able to open up enough to let it ease in as far as it needed to go.

"Oh fuck yes, Anders, you're so good," the warrior said after moaning. "And when you're good to me, I'm good to you." He took his lover's member in hand and brought his upper body down so he could start to lick and suck at the slit.