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Anders smiled and bit his lower lip as Hawke teased the sensitive skin of the shell of his ear with his tongue. At this moment, he didn't even understand why he'd been so worried about the dragon taking time away from them. Even with his lover's busy schedule, ridiculous hobbies, and the time he spent with their existing pets rarely seemed to affect their relationship, sexual and otherwise. There was really no reason for even the slightest doubt to fog the mage's mind; he knew that nothing else in the world mattered as much to the other man as he did. But that didn't mean he also couldn't play his worry to his benefit.
"Then why don't you prove it to me right now, Love," Anders suggested. Hawke pushed up his upper body so he could face the blonde, and there was no doubt as to what the mage was after. "You know exactly what I like, and it's really been forever since we've done anything particularly exhilarating."
A huff of a laugh escaped Hawke's lips, curved up into his crooked smirk. That was a blatant lie, and both of them knew it, because their sex life was anything but dull. Indeed, the warrior hadn't a clue about most of his sexual interests until Anders came into his life, and he would be surprised if even their tamest encounters weren't considered anything less than exhilarating. But Anders had quite the appetite to be controlled and dominated, and perhaps it had been a week or so since they had found the time to do what they did best.
"Yes I do know what you like, mage. You like to be punished." Hawke kissed his lover once roughly and pulled back with a nip to his lower lip, just hard enough to break the skin. Anders reacted with a hiss, verbalizing his combined pain and lust. His cock was mostly hard already from being trapped under the man he loved so deeply, but the anticipation of what was to come swelled up inside him and sent a rush of heat down through his body.
"Luckily for both of us, you have this wonderful habit of deserving punishment," the warrior said as he pushed himself up and off of the bed and made his way over to their cache of toys used just for such occasion. Up until recently, everything had fit nicely in the top draw of one of the nightstands next to their bed. But, with trade increasing in the city over the recent months, they had come across quite a few useful items at local markets, and they were forced to move everything. There was a chest kept near the doorway that once housed various goods that Hawke brought home with him but didn't quite have a place for. It was a simple decision to move the various daggers and pairs of torn trousers he knew he'd never use and fill the trunk up with a multitude of more sinful items.
Hawke opened the trunk and started to root around for the things he wanted to pull out. As he shoved aside a rather wicked flogger, he felt warm, toned arms wrap around his waist and the gentle tickle of stubble grazing against his bare back.
"Might I make a suggestion?" the mage asked.
The dark-haired man grabbed an extensive length of treated ship rope and straightened up hurriedly, causing Anders to let go and step backwards. Hawke took hold of his lover's throat with his right hand and pulled him back in. "You know damn well that you may not. You'll do exactly as I please and nothing more, do you understand?"
"Yes," Anders said through barely parted lips. The warrior tightened his grip, applying more pressure to his throat. "Yes, sir," the mage said, correcting himself.
Hawke let go and slid his hand down to his lover's shoulder. He placed several soft and gentle kisses where his hand had lain before pushing down hard enough to send the other man to his knees. Anders didn't waste a second, and he immediately took the warrior's length between his lips. He moaned as he slid down, inch by inch, reveling in the familiar taste and scent. Hawke couldn't help but groan as the warmth overwhelmed him as expert lips completely engulfed him.
He looked down to watch the blonde, now slowly working back and forth on his cock and occasionally looking up at him, smiling with his eyes. With the rope in his left hand, he reached down to grab onto the other man's wrists and began tying them together behind his back. Anders began to silently protest, jerking his arms back, desperate to keep them free, but he never once tore himself from the length in his mouth. Hawke was easy to overpower the mage, due to his inherent strength, but also because the mage, in reality, wanted to be bound more than Hawke wanted him to be bound. With a half hitch knot in place, he let go of the rope and took hold of some of his lover's golden hair, yanking back just enough so only the head of his dick remained between parted lips.
"Now what to do with you," Hawke muttered as he stared intently into his lover's eyes. Anders teased the slit of the warrior's cock with his tongue, happily lapping up the precome as it dribbled out. The warrior pulled back and gripped onto the tails left from the rope, yanking the mage upwards, forcing him onto his feet. Anders pressed himself forward, desperate to reoccupy his lips, and he slammed his against those of his lover. Hawke allowed it for a moment, but pulled back just as he felt his lover's tongue sliding against the crease of his lips.
"So impatient, Anders," he said, trying his best to sound disappointed. "I thought I had taught you a thing or two about waiting."
"Maybe I need a refresher course," the mage suggested, holding himself back from trying for another kiss.
Hawke growled and grabbed onto his lover's rigid cock causing the mage to gasp. "Maybe you do." He started to walk over towards their bed, hand still gripped tight, and Anders followed suit with a yelp. At the edge of the bed, the warrior wrapped his arms around his lover and lifted him up and over the bed, dropping him down on the middle of the mattress. The blonde squirmed to try to find a comfortable position, but Hawke was on him immediately, pinning him onto his back.
"Lie still," the warrior whispered, trailing biting kisses along his lover's shoulder. "I know it's uncomfortable, but it's exactly what you're asking for."
He got off of the bed and went to retrieve a smaller vial of oil from out of the trunk. He took his time so that Anders would have to wait, and by the time he made it back, the mage was whimpering, a look of desperation on his face. Hawke climbed back onto the bed and settled onto his knees between his lover's legs. He grabbed a pillow and managed to shove it under his lover's lower back, propping his pelvis up off of the bed. Then he covered a few fingers in the sandalwood-scented oil and set the vial aside. Blindly, he snaked his hand between the mage's cheeks and gently teased at the ring of muscle hidden beneath. Anders whined and pushed towards the other man, and the warrior obliged by sliding his fingers in, one at a time.
"Oh, Maker," the mage moaned as he felt the slick digits slide in and out of him. He closed his eyes, completely absorbed in the pleasure, and he rocked his body the best he could to mimic his lover's movements. Hawke leaned down and flattened his tongue against the base of Anders' length, and he slid along from root to tip. He had engulfed little more than half of the other man's cock before he felt force against him. In the mage's state of drunken lust, he began to thrust his hips upward, demanding more from his lover.
Hawke struggled not to choke as Anders pushed upwards. Never one to be dominated, he dug the fingernails of his right hand the skin above his lover's hip and scratched upward the mage stopped. Once settled, the warrior continued to suck along Anders' length, and he furiously fingered his hole, curling his middle finger at just the right angle to tease his prostate with every stroke.
With his body tensing and familiar, barely audible whimpers sounding, Hawke knew his lover was just seconds away from release, and he pull his fingers out and let the cock slide free of his mouth. Anders groaned and pleaded, desperate for more contact. Unable to use his hands, he wrapped his legs around his lover's middle to pull him in close, and he made a failed attempt to rut up against Hawke's body.
"Now, now, mage," Hawke said, his tone soft and sinister. He leaned down to lick the tip of his lover's cock only once, knowing that twice might be enough to send him over the edge. "We're rediscovering patience, are we not?"