(Going to try this one from Fenris POV. Let me know what you think, I can do his POV again in future chapters if people like it. This chapter is way longer than the others, but about the time I was ready to cut it off I realized there had been no smut! I figured that would be a terrific waste since we were finally in Fenris' mind, so I added quite a bit. Also, cannot believe that Inquisition took away healing magic! Did anyone else find this outrageous?)
Fenris hurried down the hillside as fast as he could, the rain had finally broken but the hillside was still slick with mud that might carry him away at any instant. His heart was pounding in his chest, every fiber of his being was screaming in terror. Minutes ago, a wounded Hawke had been carried away in a mudslide, out of sight in a flash. Even though Fenris had hurried to find the injured mage, the elf wasn't able to move fast enough.
Finally, after what seemed like hours, Fenris saw a bright flash of red, the scarf that Hawke wore. Quickly, Fenris moved toward the scrap of cloth, praying that Hawke was still attached to it.
When he saw his lover, the momentary elation was replaced with dread. Hawke laying almost face down in the mud, his left arm at an unnatural angle and blood streaming out from his body. The knife wound must have been worse than they suspected. Hawke also had a sizable knot on his head, he must have cracked it hard against something on his way down.
Carefully, Fenris turned Hawke over to his back. He was breathing and his eyes were open but he was clearly scrambled.
"Aiden!" Fenris called trying to get Hawke to focus his eyes.
While he kept calling Hawke's name Fenris tried to find the wound to see how bad it was. The wound was fairly deep, but likely had not caused any internal damage, however, it was still bleeding substantially while Fenris had been doing his slow search. While he kicked himself for his slowness, Fenris did his best to apply pressure to the wound. He needed Hawke to wake up however, and use his infernal magic to get the bleeding to stop soon.
Fenris, with a small mental apology, pulled off his gauntlet and gave Hawke a strong slap the face.
"Fen." Hawke sighed, looking dreamily up at Fenris, clearly not aware of the situation.
"You have to stop this bleeding Hawke." Fenris commanded.
"Are you hurt?" Hawke asked, frowning.
"You are the one hurt. Remember?"
Hawke's face was blank.
Fenris applied a bit too much pressure to the wound he was compressing. It did the trick and made Hawke yelp in pain, but his face showed he had fully come conscious.
"Oh right. I was stabbed." He said with his usual infuriating silly smile.
"You need to heal it now Hawke."
"Something is wrong with my arm." He said finally noticing that his left arm was laying useless at his side.
"You don't need that for a spell right? We can deal with it later." Fenris growled out.
Hawke sighed, "I can't heal myself right now."
"What?!" Fenris shouted.
"I used the last of my lyrium for attacking Kipp. I'm going to need some time before my powers come back. You are going to have to stich me up."
Fenris' mind reeled. Of course, he could stich up Hawke, but he hadn't needed to do that type of caring in a long time because he had grown used to Hawke's magic. Suddenly, Fenris realized there was another option if Hawke was out of lyrium, "You can use me for lyrium." Fenris said firmly, his mind already made up.
"What?" Hawke lost what was left of the color in his face. "No way!"
"We don't have any other choice. It's alright. Just do it." It would hurt, it always hurt more than he thought possible. However, the pain wasn't anything compared to healing Hawke this minute rather than stitching him up and waiting for nature to heal.
"I would never use your marks like that." Hawke said in a final tone.
"Don't be so stubborn about this!" Fenris shouted annoyed.
"No!" Hawke roared. He gave Fenris an inscrutable look before his eyes rolled back in his head and he lost consciousness.
Cursing everything that came to mind Fenris quickly began stitching Hawke up. What a stubborn ass his lover could be at times! It was enough to make Fenris want to leave him on the hillside to die alone or make Fenris cling to him and start crying. What a foolish and stupid thing love was! Since being with Aiden, Fenris had discovered that love was heartbreaking and wonderful, unpredictable and sweet, bitter and delightful but above all, it was foolish. Love was a constant challenge.
And Fenris was deeply in love. He had never told him in so many words, as far as Fenris was concerned words were unnecessary at this point. However, the fact remained that Fenris, for likely the first time in his life, was deeply in love. Much to his dismay, he found that often, being in love felt terrible. There was a worry about the future, and pain over the past, anger at Hawke's general personality, anger at his own personality, and more importantly, the feeling that he was never going to be in control again; it was this full onslaught of feelings that had sent Fenris running away years ago. However, running away hadn't helped, he had felt all the pains of being in love and never got any of the benefits. So he had come back, and Hawke, his heart still bruised from before, had accepted Fenris.
There were times where being in love wasn't completely terrible. Fenris enjoyed the way that with a small gesture on his part he could change everything about Hawke. Fenris had seen important men kneel at the feet of Hawke, but a single raised brow from Fenris could make Hawke follow him without question. Furthermore, but a small smile from Fenris would make Hawke break out in the most foolish grin. Then there were the effects that Aiden had on Fenris, sometimes a single glance of pale grey eyes would make Fenris feel like the soles of his feet no longer touched the ground.
It was still hard to accept the physical side of the relationship, even though Fenris desperately wanted to. An outstretched hand had only meant pain to Fenris, so it was hard to accept a gentle touch; even more so from Hawke, who had a tendency to lightly stroke Fenris as if he was made of the most delicate porcelain. It was so much easier to rile Hawke up into rough bruising force of passion, and amusingly enough Hawke was very easy to rile up. Tenderness however, was beyond Fenris. Sadly, he remembered the night before, when he had rejected Aiden's gentle hand for a rough one. Maybe someday, he hoped, he would be able to accept and give tenderness. For now however, Fenris could only silently apologize as he pulled a needle and thread through Hawke's flesh.
Fenris managed as best he could moving Hawke's dead weight toward some shelter. Luckily, the hillside they had come down did not dive right into the ocean, but what looked like the remains of an older, seldom-used rocky road that the waves sometimes spilled over. There was a suitable cave that Fenris found nearby, it wasn't deep, but it was protected from the elements enough to meet their needs. After tending to Hawke's wound and setting the broken arm, he dragged the larger man into the cave, no doubt adding to Hawke's injuries with bumps and bruises along the way. Serves him right, Fenris thought with a scowl, forgetting that he had wanted to be tenderer. Damn foolish mage should have known better than to stand on such a precarious edge.
Fenris had changed both of their clothes, the extra clothes from the pack had been slightly damp but at least not mud encrusted. There was nothing dry to burn for a fire so Fenris had pulled Hawke into his arms and wrapped cloaks around them to keep them both warm. Fenris was sitting so that Hawke was in his lap, the position was strange, given Hawke's larger frame, but it was comforting to Fenris to be able to feel Hawke's heartbeat and with Aiden's head leaning on his shoulder he could feel the steady regular breathing that meant Hawke was still living.
It was some time before Hawke began stirring and Fenris felt a rush of relief, "Aiden?" He asked. Fenris only called Hawke by his first name during very certain situations, mostly intimate ones. For Fenris, "Hawke" was someone that belonged to everyone. Viscounts and noble people called on Hawke for help, he was also a wanted apostate and the lord of a house in Hightown. The person that Hawke is could never be Fenris' own. However, Aiden… Aiden was a person that could belong to Fenris alone, someone who Fenris could trust completely. Aiden was Fenris' love.
"I feel awful." Hawke complained. He tilted his head from its position on Fenris' shoulder to look up at him.
Aiden's pale grey eyes were fully focused but clouded in pain.
Fenris' heart did funny flip flops at the sight of those eyes looking up at him, so open and defenseless, he only hoped Hawke couldn't notice the stammering of his heart.
"You've been unconscious a while. I did the best I could setting your arm and stitching you up. It will take some time however before you recover."
Hawke wiggled a little, moving his arm just enough to feel the extent of the damage. "Are you hurt?"
"Just a few scrapes from the fight, nothing serious. Have you recovered enough to heal yourself?"
"Not really. I'm feeling weak."
"Must be from blood loss. It took me a while to find you after you fell."
"Mmmm." Hawke hummed, the sound reverberated through Hawke and into Fenris. "Did I scare you?" Hawke wrapped his good hand around Fenris' hand that was holding him.
"Now is not the time to be attention needy Hawke." Fenris chastised.
The other man chuckled, but it ended in a wince because of his injury. "I'm not being attention hungry; I was just thinking you must be really upset if you wanted to cuddle."
Fenris flushed in annoyance, "This isn't cuddling!" He insisted, "It is a cold spring day and we both needed the warmth."
"Right." Hawke said in a drawn out way to showed he didn't believe him.
Fenris smiled, Hawke must be feeling better if he was teasing. "Maybe I should have left you out in the mud." Fenris said.
"Aww don't say that." Hawke held onto Fenris' arms, clearly enjoying the attention despite saying otherwise, "Too bad I feel like this. Otherwise this could be romantic."
Fenris felt a blast of salt spray in the air at that moment, the floor was cold and wet, and absolutely nothing at all was romantic about this. "You have strange ideas of romance."
"True." He said laughing again while wincing. "But this is nice." Hawke leaned back, resting his head back on Fenris' shoulder and burrowing his face in Fenris' neck.
Fenris felt his pulse quicken, Hawke's warm breath on his pulse felt very good suddenly. With surprise, he felt Hawke press his lips to the jumping pulse, a gentle, calming kiss.
Again, Fenris felt his heart flutter, "You must be uncomfortable." Their obvious height differences must make laying in the shorter man's arms awkward.
"Never been more comfortable." Hawke mumbled as he drifted to sleep.
Fenris tightened his arms around Hawke, hugging him close. Maybe Fenris was becoming capable of tenderness after all.
It was morning before they got moving again. Hawke's magic had returned enough to heal his side but his arm was going to take a bit more time and energy. Luckily, Ostwick was not far away but by the time they arrived they were both completely exhausted and looked worse for the wear. Both of them were coated in a layer of mud and sea salt was coated in the cracks of their clothes.
"Sweet Andraste! Is that you Hawke?" A gentleman called out to them as they arrived in Ostwick and had begun searching for accommodations.
Hawke winced and looked at Fenris, something about the apologetic look make Fenris suspicious.
The young lord came up to them smiling as if seeing Hawke was the best thing that had ever happened to him. He was the sort of noble that Fenris couldn't stand, foppish and too rich for his own good.
The lord held out his hand to Hawke not bothered that Hawke's hand was covered in dirt and blood.
Hawke took the hand after a moment's hesitation, "Lord Weston, I'm surprised you recognized me but I'm sure you'll understand that I don't wish to have my name shouted around the town square."
Weston smiled, his eyes roaming over Hawke's figure in a way that Fenris most definitely did not like. "I could recognize you anywhere I am sure."
Hawke cleared his throat uncomfortably, "Weston, this is Fenris."
Weston nodded his head to Fenris, not even giving him more than half a glance. Then realization seemed to dawn on him, "Ah. Fenris. I see." Now it was Fenris' turn to get a perverted once over before the lord extended his hand to Fenris. "I am glad to meet you at last."
Fenris reluctantly shook the man's hand, it wouldn't help Hawke to antagonize this person. He did shoot Hawke a look though, very curious to know what the lord meant by 'meet you at last'. Hawke however, did not meet his questioning gaze, instead was finding the roof of a nearby building very interesting.
Weston seemed to find this very amusing, "Well it would be the least I could do to offer you some accommodations. Since you didn't wish people to know who you are I am sure it will be more comfortable for you."
Fenris wondered if there was a threat in the lord's words but Hawke took them at face value. "Thank you. We would be grateful." Hawke said with a slight bow of his head.
Fenris grit his teeth but said nothing, letting Hawke do as he saw fit for now.
Weston's mansion was easily twice the size of Hawke's house in Hightown. At the door Weston promised to talk with them over dinner once they'd had a chance to bathe and change clothes.
Servants showed Hawke and Fenris to the bathing room where a two brass tubs, large enough for two or three people each, were being filled with piping hot water. Before they could even utter a word their dirty packs had been taken away to be cleaned and the servant's might have even tried to change both their clothes, luckily, Hawke intervened. All the servants were making Fenris nervous, and he certainly wouldn't allow them to strip him.
Hawke cleared the room of all extra persons and locked the door. He was giving Fenris thoughtful look, protective even. Fenris didn't like it when Hawke tried to be protective of him, it didn't sit well to have someone thinking of him like that. Actually, Hawke was the last person Fenris would want to protect him, Hawke was the one who needed protecting, not Fenris.
Perhaps though, some dark part of him wanted Hawke's protection. But Fenris tried never to listed to that little voice.
"Who is that person?" Fenris demanded. Hawke's look changed to one of embarrassment.
"Do you remember Varric joking about a Bernard?"
Of course Fenris remembered. Bernard was the bastard who had stalked Hawke for the last several years. After Hawke became established in High Town, coming and going from their gatherings, he had developed a strong group of followers, people who would hand upon his every word and invite him into their beds. It had always driven Fenris mad, but he had never been in a position to complain. Bernard was one of the worst, a young pup of a lord who had apparently fallen head over heels in love with Hawke.
"We need to leave." Fenris said firmly, crossing his arms.
Hawke flushed and ran a hand through his mud coated curly hair, "There was never anything between us you know. Just some one-sided affection on his part. I turned him down properly a long time ago. He just kept hanging around me for fun I suppose."
"How did he know my name?"
"I happened to mention your name before, nothing important." Hawke said unconvincingly.
"We should leave." Fenris insisted.
Hawke reached out with his uninjured arm to put his hand on Fenris' shoulder. The movement was slow and calculated, just like everything Hawke tried to do with Fenris, always careful not to upset him, just like a horse that was on the edge of bolting. Fenris appreciated Hawke's efforts, but he regretted that he couldn't simply let his lover touch him like other people.
Fenris steeled himself, even the gentle hand on his shoulder made his spine tingle with danger.
"I promise," Hawke said soothingly, "there isn't anything to worry about."
Apparently, Hawke only considered that Weston might get into his pants a worry; not that a jilted suitor might be someone who would call for the Templars or worse, the Divine's people. Hawke had always had too much naiveté.
"I don't like this Hawke." Fenris said clearly. It wouldn't sway Hawke at this point, but Fenris felt better for letting him know.
Hawke nodded, letting Fenris know he understood. Then with a seductive gleam in his eye, he moved his hand so it was stroking the edge of Fenris' face. Fenris had a strong urge to close his eyes and lean into that hand, but they were in enemy territory and they had to be on their guard. Therefore, Fenris stood stony faced and stared Hawke back down.
Aiden smiled, not fazed by Fenris' scowl, "Are you going to get into the tub with me? Looks like we could both fit and I could use the help." He indicated his injured arm.
Fenris wasn't going to fall for that injured bird routine, "I'm sure you can manage." If you'd used my markings for power you could be healed already. Fenris wanted to add, but that was a fight for another time. Instead, he pulled his face away from Hawke's hand and quickly undressed.
The bath did feel very good after the rigors of the day, Fenris could be grateful for that much at least. He cleaned himself quickly and changed into the fresh clothes that the servants had already prepared.
The clothes were too big of course, but Fenris was able to roll up the sleeves and roll the waistline of the pants down so that they could fit on his hips at least.
"Fen?" Hawke called Fenris, it was a silly nickname but Fenris didn't have the heart to tell Hawke that it was silly.
"What?" Fenris didn't turn around. Hawke had a bad habit lately of trying to tempt Fenris with his body.
"I really do need some help with my hair."
Fenris sighed, "Don't get any silly ideas." He said as he stood beside Hawke's tub.
"I have several ideas and none of them are silly." Hawke said with a seductive look.
"I mean it."
Hawke backed down, "Alright. But I really need your help with my hair."
Fenris took up the bar of soap that was meant for hair and lathered it up before he began scrubbing Hawke's scalp. He used his long strong fingers to work the soap into Hawke's muddy curls. He alternated between rubbing with his fingertips and running his nails lightly on Hawke's scalp.
Hawke moaned in pleasure, "You are good at this."
"I'm glad it pleases you." Fenris said. He had done this before for Hadriana, however, it felt immensely different doing it for his lover. Hawke had become completely relaxed, almost like clay in Fenris' hands. It was quite erotic actually. Fenris realized now why Hawke had asked to wash Fenris' hair the other night.
Before he could continue that line of thought, he picked up a bucket of clean, cool water and doused Hawke with it.
Hawke sputtered and complained about the sudden change of atmosphere. Fenris chuckled, they were going to have to do this again sometime in less threatening circumstances.
"You should be able to handle it from here." Fenris said with a teasing coolness.
Hawke made his complaints clear but Fenris didn't budge from guarding the door.
When they entered the dining room Weston greeted them both again, still letting his eyes roam over Hawke in a way that made Fenris feel the need to rearrange the lord's teeth. Hawke was perfectly oblivious to Weston's gaze and had eyes only for the food in front of him. Weston had laid out a fine meal for them; the feast on the table could have easily fed ten people. Fenris' eyes narrowed at the waste of it all but he didn't say anything. For now, he would follow Hawke's lead.
The three men began eating, Hawke and Weston chatting casually about mutual acquaintances and nothing of much consequence. The two travelers ate with gusto; since Orana had left Kirkwall the meals they had made for themselves had been simple and flavorless. It was a nice change to be dinning on fine foods again. Fenris had always enjoyed meals like this, it was something that he had never been able to have in his former life.
About halfway through the meal Weston finally turned his gaze to Fenris, "So I presume that Hawke has told you about me."
Fenris nodded, not feeling the need to use words.
"I have heard lots about you over the years." Weston smiled, looking very self-satisfied.
Again, Fenris said nothing.
"Are you Hawke's bodyguard on this little voyage?" He asked.
Hawke, not able to stand Fenris' silence, spoke, "Mind your own business Weston. We are traveling together, and that is enough."
Weston didn't look from Fenris, he seemed to be weighing the other man, "Hawke definitely needs someone to look after him."
Hawke made some sort of derisive noise but Fenris nodded; ever since they had first met Fenris had been impressed that someone so capable also had such an affinity for life threatening situations.
Hawke looked at Fenris' his eyes wide, "You think that someone needs to look after me?" He sounded surprised.
Weston laughed, "Come on Hawke, you must admit that you can hardly put one foot in front of the other without falling into some sort of crisis."
Hawke sputtered and complained while the other two continued having their own conversation.
"He also needs to be treasured." Weston continued.
"That is none of your concern." Fenris replied. He didn't appreciate Weston telling him his own business. Fenris knew better than anyone did what Hawke needed, and half the time it was treasuring but the other half, he needed a strong kick in the pants.
"I will make it my concern if I don't think he is being treated as he should be." Weston's eyes were sharp and he looked dangerous. He was very serious about Hawke's wellbeing.
Fenris however, could radiate much more danger than the little lord could, and he stared the lord back down, "Hawke is well looked after."
Hawke, looking very concerned about what was going on between them, stood up, "Thank you for dinner Weston."
Weston held Fenris' gaze for a moment before breaking off and putting on his normal smile, "You are quite welcome. There is wine and dessert in your room. I'll bid you good evening."
Fenris didn't miss that Weston had said 'room' singular rather than plural. Between giving them one bedroom and the way, that Weston had just challenged Fenris, it was very clear that Hawke had definitely been telling this man too much.
"What an annoying person." Fenris said. They were helping themselves to the wine, a nice wet red with a musky flavor.
"Sorry about him. But you seemed to handle him just fine."
Fenris sighed, glad the wine was taking effect, his battered nerves felt better. "The change in his personality from one moment to the next is strange."
"I think he acts that way because he thinks it's cute." Hawke twirled the wine around in his glass.
"Do you think he's cute?" Fenris asked before he could stop himself. After all, Weston had been following Hawke around for years.
"Not at all." Hawke said using his roguish grin. Hawke obviously found himself cute and Fenris sighed, it was clear what was on Hawke's mind again. Honestly, the man had an unbeatable libido.
Fenris looked down in surprise at the empty glass in his hand. "Have we finished both bottles already?"
Hawke looked at his own glass, "It seems so. I think you drank most of it."
"Something is strange." Fenris said feeling concerned. He didn't remember that they had been drinking that long.
"Fenris." Hawke's eyes were clouded with wine and lust. He stood next to Fenris and pulled him out of his chair and in for a kiss suddenly, it was not his usual way of going carefully.
However, Fenris responded enthusiastically, getting large handfuls of Hawke's shirt and kissing back just as passionately. He pulled Hawke forward sharply so that their mouths could meet better, however, the action made them both stumble, leaving Fenris sandwiched between Hawke and a side table set in front of the wall.
Dimly, Fenris was aware that something was very wrong. He hated being trapped, caught between two places with no way to escape usually had him panicking. However, at this moment it was the best thing that could have happened. He could feel all of Hawke this way, their bodies were pressed hard against each other and even the pressure of the table pushing against him felt good. Unabashedly, Fenris began rocking his slender hips against Hawke, grinding their growing erections together through their clothes.
Hawke pulled back a little and gave Fenris a hesitant kiss. He also understood that something odd seemed to be happening. However hesitant his mouth was, hands were not idle; he dug his nails into Fenris' back holding him close. Fenris felt incredibly drunk and knew that they would not be acting like this usually, but at this moment, it seemed so right. Nevertheless, Hawke's kiss was too light; he preferred their usual kisses that had almost bruising force. So he pulled Aiden in hard again, clanking their teeth together but at this point neither of them even minded.
Hawke's knees wobbled when Fenris ran his wet tongue along the inside of his lover's mouth. Fenris shifted so that he was straddling Hawke's thigh, grabbing his lover's hips as he began almost riding Hawke's thigh.
"I feel strange." Fenris said just before he threw his head back and moaned.
"Something is definitely not right." Hawke said as he bit Fenris' earlobe.
"Everything feels strange. My body is on fire, your breath on my neck, the feeling of your hands on my back, the weight of your hips. I feel like I am falling."
"The wine, must be something in the wine." Hawke said, finally pushing through the fog of drink and arousal in his mind. "Weston's little joke."
Aphrodisiac huh? Fenris felt murderous. "I'll kill him." Fenris said, but he didn't sound scary at all, just endearing, which pissed him off more. "You'll help me." Fenris ordered as he put his arms around Hawke's neck and kissed him deeply.
Hawke groaned into Fenris' mouth, sending reverberations through his body. "Can I do you like this? On the table?" It was against the rules, but clearly, Hawke couldn't wait.
"Do it quickly." Fenris agreed, but he bit Hawke's neck hard first, showing that he wasn't entirely pleased. He loved biting Hawke, the feeling of mastery over the Hawke's body, the feeling that he could treat it how he liked, it all felt so powerful. Whenever Hawke tried to push the limits of what Fenris was comfortable and familiar with, he would bite Hawke as hard as he liked, proving that he was still the one in control of the situation. A master ordering a slave wouldn't allow such an assault, but by allowing himself to be bitten he showed that they were equals. Luckily, Hawke seemed to like the bites, or at least not mind them.
Hawke immediately began pulling off their pants and freeing their stiff cocks. Thanks to the aphrodisiac in the wine, they both were slick with precum that served as a lubricant for when Hawke started rubbing their members together.
Fenris wrestled off both their shirts and Hawke didn't take long before he was biting and sucking at Fenris' nipples. He didn't used to have any sensitivity in that area, but the way that Aiden went after them had made them very responsive to touch. Fenris pulled and petted Hawke's hair and was almost writhing in his arms.
Taking a yank of Hawke's hair, he pulled him up so their faces were level, "Didn't I say you needed to hurry?" He demanded.
Fenris lifted himself fully up onto the table and wrapped his legs around Hawke. He shot Hawke a teasing look and then Fenris moaned in exaggerated approval as they rubbed against each other.
Hawke had never moved so fast, flying across the room to find their lubricant and then back to Fenris. They were both panting, skin already glistening with sweat.
Not going slow, Hawke pushed his fingers into Fenris' twitching hole. It was much faster and rougher than normal, but the effects of the drink helped dull the edge of pain into pure pleasure.
"That's enough." Fenris said as soon as Hawke was able to slide three fingers in easily. "I need you in me now." It was the kind of desperate talk he never stooped to, but it seemed to do the trick this time. Hawke grinned like a mad man and thrust all the way to the hilt inside Fenris.
They both cried out their pleasure. Fenris leaving nail marks on Hawke's back, thrusting against Hawke so they were moving in unison.
"Kaffas." Fenris cursed in Tevene, "Aiden, you're so hot inside me. Maker it feels so perfect." Fenris had never felt so desperate for Hawke's body. For once Fenris spoke his feelings and didn't hold back his voice. He wanted Aiden to know just how amazing this was for him.
"You are so good Fenris. I feel like I'm melting." The small table banged loudly against the wall with every thrust, making a dreadful racket. Fenris took care of his cock, stroking it in time with Hawke's thrusts.
Aiden however, brushed Fenris hand away, "Hold on to me," Hawke commanded and bit Fenris earlobe, "Mark me up so I know how much you like it."
Fenris shuddered excitedly, is that how Aiden looked at the nail marks and bites? Without reserve then, he ran his nails on Hawke's beautiful skin, leaving red marks all over it. Aiden took charge of Fenris cock, keeping the same rhythm.
Hawke thrust relentlessly into Fenris' tight body. The pressure was amazing as he constantly hit that one spot inside his body. Normally, Fenris was more in control of the timing, it felt great to have Aiden in control. He was relentless, pounding in deep and hard, and simultaneously stroking the length of Fenris' cock. Unfortunately, Fenris felt his orgasm nearing, things felt so good it was a shame to have to cum.
"So close." Fenris cried, his insides clenched, not wanting to let go of Hawke's penis.
At the same time, they both climbed the last peak together, Hawke spilling inside Fenris, Fenris coating both their chests in a thick layer of cum.
They leaned against each other, both panting to catch their breath until Hawke began to chuckle.
"What's so funny?" Fenris asked, already biting the first bit of Hawke he could reach, in this case, his bicep.
"I don't know if we should kill him or thank him." Hawke said referring to Weston.
Fenris glared at Hawke, his green eyes sparking, "Kill him of course."
Hawke smiled and tried to distract Fenris from biting him with a kiss. But Fenris was not consolable, he simply started biting Hawke's lips. It had been amazingly good, and surprisingly, the drug hadn't clouded his mind enough that he couldn't still feel the pleasure of his orgasm.
"We can do it again." Fenris used a tone that made it sound that he was granting Hawke the highest honor. "But we need to do it the usual way on the bed." He gave Hawke a little push so that he would move off so Fenris could get down.
Aiden smiled smugly and wrapped Fenris' legs back around him, "Say 'carry me'."
Fenris frowned and debated for a moment, but the wine was still having its way with them and they were both getting hard without even any touching. Fenris sighed, it was impossible to resist. He blushed and couldn't make eye contact but managed to mutter, "Carry me."
Even though he had been the one to ask Fenris to say it, Hawke also blushed. "I don't think we are getting any sleep tonight." He muttered as he picked up Fenris and carried him to the plush bed.
