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Hawke still felt he had a ways to go, but he had also had the luxury of having a release not long ago, so, reluctantly, he pulled his hands away from the both of them. Anders collapsed back on the table and groaned, legs hanging over the edge. The tip of his erection was glistening with a steady stream of pre-ejaculate fluid, and it pooled against his taught abdomen. He groaned with the ache of nearly being there, and it took every ounce of strength he had not to reach down and pump his way to his own bliss. But as the temptation called to him, he felt the slightly larger man lean his entire body over him, grabbing his wrists and pulling them over his head. The warrior pressed down against the other man, his cock pointing downward, nestled between the mage's balls and left thigh.
"What are you doing tomorrow?"
Anders furrowed his brow. "Is this really the time for small talk?" He strained against the warrior's grip on his wrists, desperate to reach out and touch him.
Hawke held his grip firm. "Can't I take an interest in my boyfriend's life?"
"Not when I can feel your dick so close," the mage whined. He was mostly trapped by the weight and muscle of his lover, but he did his best to move himself, allowing for more sweet friction.
The warrior kept one hand tight around his lover's wrists and moved his other between them, taking his length in hand. He slowly guided it so that the tip was pressed right up against the mage's entrance. "What are you doing tomorrow?"
Anders groaned, peering up at the other man with desperation in his eyes. He tried his best to push backwards for some sort of penetration, but he was held in place. "Fuck, Love. I'll do whatever you want tomorrow, just please stick it in."
Hawke chuckled and leaned down to plant a kiss on the edge of his lover's lips. He didn't dare push in the other man. "That's not what I was talking about; I meant what do you actually have planned?"
"Um, uh-" the blonde was having trouble gathering his thoughts. "Clinic in the morning, and then helping some mages get into the city from Ferelden after dark."
Normally the warrior wouldn't be too pleased that the mage was not only planning on staying out late, but he that he was doing something potentially dangerous for himself and others. But circumstances were different this time; he'd need every hour he could get tomorrow to study the manifesto and attempt to memorize various excerpts. In all actuality, he really needed days. It wasn't that the man wasn't intelligent enough to do some simple memorization; it was that the manifesto was in pieces, scattered here and there throughout the house between the pages of books and, no doubt, back in his lute. And even in finding all the copies and piecing the pages in a way that made sense, it was hardly legible. Anders had studied for years in the Ferelden Circle, and penmanship was one of his many talents. But, in his passion for writing, he let that all fly out the window, turning cursive into chicken scratch within a few lines of one another. Nevertheless, Hawke was absolutely determined to get the job done. I'm the Champion of Kirkwall, a master a wielding a blade, and the world's greatest lover; I can handle this mission.
He rewarded the mage by first coating his length with a bit of saliva and then pushing only the head of it inside the other man. Anders moaned and shook underneath him, and the warrior bit back the urge to moan as well so that he could speak. "And the day after?" This was the more important question. Whatever Anders had planned, Hawke needed to be able to get him out of it. By any means necessary…
Anders groaned impatiently and fought until he finally pulled his arms free from their binding prison. He moved his arms so that he could slide his hands along the warrior's sides and down to his arse, taking each globe of flesh into his hands to squeeze gently. "I was just going to spend a half day at the clinic, and then come home to work on the manifesto."
That's what you think…
"What?"
Oh fucking Maker, I said that out loud! How do I get out of this? Tell him his eyes are beautiful, and that you get lost in them. Practice the romance and make him melt!
"I said, 'That's why you stink.'" What the fuck was that?
Anders frowned. "How does that make any sense in that context? Besides, I just took a bath before you got home. Maybe it's that mabari of yours-Oh Andraste!"
Hawke cut him off the only way he knew how: thrusting so fast and so deeply inside him that he wouldn't be able to form a coherent thought. And it certainly seemed to work. Anders threw his head back and let out one of the most beautiful groans that the warrior had ever heard him make. The dark-haired man began to work his length in and out of the other man, each stroke teasing a moan from the mage's lips. Each new sound was like music to his ears, but he couldn't help but muffle the next ones by roughly kissing the other man. When he pulled back, he captured his lower lip between his teeth, gripping so hard that he slightly tore the flesh.
"Fuck you feel so good, Anders," the warrior growled as he continued his movements. "You fucking love my cock, don't you? Tell me how much you love it."
"I love it more than anything, Archer. You know that, Love." There was a hitch in his voice as the warrior started to thrust in harder. "Oh fuck yes, harder!"
Hawke moaned as he did as his mage told him. He worked so hard that the sound of flesh slapping against flesh nearly drowned out their voices. "Shit you're so tight."
The mage looked up at the other man, his lips spreading into a sly smile. "I can do better." With that, he raised his legs up to wrap around his lover's waist, and he clenched his muscles as much as he could, squeezing around the rigid length inside him.
Hawke let out a guttural groan as he felt the muscles tighten around him. "Oh fuck yes. That's my good boy."
Anders' smile was quickly wiped off his face, his jaw dropping as he felt the other man change positions ever so slightly so that the tip of his cock pressed against his prostate as he thrust inside of him. He held on tightly to the other man, legs and arms wrapped wherever they could find a place, finger nails branding the skin of his back with crescent shaped indentions. Only a few more moments passed before he was there. He nestled his head into the crook of the warrior's neck, lips pressed against the skin so he could muffle his cries as best he could. He felt the wave of pleasure pass through every inch of his body as his balls tightened and he came to his release, milky fluid splattering against the abdomens of both men.
And by the clench of muscles around him caused by the mage's release, the warrior grunted as he thrust in one final time, coating ever reach inside his lover with hot, sticky cum. He nearly collapsed onto the man below him, spent in every sense of the word. As he managed to catch his breath, he kissed and nipped lightly against the shoulder and neck of his lover. The mage smiled and rubbed one of his hands along Hawke's back, sweaty from what had just taken place. The two men laid there together for a while until their breathing matched one another. This was bliss; this was home.
"We need to get up, Love."
"Never," the warrior mumbled. "Too tired."
"As much as I love the way you fill me up, I'm getting uncomfortable and really need to clean up."
"Fine," Hawke whined. He managed to pull his nearly softened member from the other man and get up. He stretched and smiled as he looked at the mage, still struggling to get himself up from the table. He marveled at the sight of his own seed starting to leak out of him, and he licked his lips with desire. "You're so fucking hot like that. I love filling you, marking you, making you mine."
Anders rolled his eyes and smiled. "I've always been yours. But you're mine too, you know. Now let's go." He grabbed his clothes and quickly made his way out the door, clenching tight as to not make a mess. With the dwarves and Orana off for the night, he felt safe enough to run upstairs to their room even without dressing again.
Before exiting himself, Hawke turned to face a window that was covered by extremely heavy burgundy drapes. "Orana, since the show is over, can you take care of the dishes?"
"Yes, Master Hawke," the elf mumbled from behind her hiding spot.