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Anders groaned. "Ok, whatever you want. Just please, please do something." He bucked his hips up, pressing his throbbing erection against the warrior's mouth. "I'm going to die if you don't finish."

Oh, he's in for it then, Hawke thought as he took his lover's cock fully into his mouth. He had to fight back a gag as he worked his way up and down; he was definitely not as skilled in this area as the other man was. But Anders loved it none the less. The blonde struggled to keep his hips against the bed rather than pounding them up into the warrior's face. The feeling of lips on one side and a tongue surrounding the other caused him to moan loudly. He gripped against the sheets and strained against his lovers hands, still pinning his wrists down. He cried out, feeling the impending release.

"I'm gon-I'm gonna-" the mage struggled to blurt out, eyes clinched shut.

Hawke immediately took his mouth off of Anders and sat back, yet he still maintained his grip on the other man's wrists. The mages eyes were thrown open wide, a look of complete and utter desperation plastered to his face. He arched his pelvis up, dying for some sort of contact. But the warrior was a bit too far away for any sort of friction to occur.

"What the fuck? Get back there; I'm so close!" The mage watched in horror as Hawke simply smiled and shook his head. "I thought you just didn't want to swallow tonight, not leave me hanging. Fucking finish it!"

"Now, now…someone is bossy tonight," Hawke cooed. His words were annoyingly soothing. "I told you, we are trying something new."

"But you said I'd like it! Having a massive case of blue balls doesn't seem very enjoyable to me." He was caught off guard by Hawke laughing. "What the fuck is so funny?"

The warrior just smiled, glancing down as his lover's testicles. "Just thinking along the lines of you actually having blue balls if Justice came around. We're going to have to make sure you're naked next time he gets riled up enough to-"

"Stop it, Hawke!" Anders yelled as he strained against his human restraint. "Nothing about this is funny, and you know I don't like talking about him when we're having sex."

"We technically aren't having se-"

"Ugh, fuck you!" The mage finally struggled enough to actually break free. He grumbled as he sat back against the headboard, erection quickly fading. "Why are we doing this?"

Hawke moved close to him, still smiling as big as ever. "Because you may not like it now, but you will. You just have to trust me."

"I do trust you, but I can hardly see a light at the end of the tunnel here."

"We're just doing a small exercise in having control. I'm going make sure you keep your orgasms at bay. And then at the end, you'll have a massive fantastic one, and you'll scream out, 'Oh, Maker, Love! You were right, as you always are! You're handsome and strong and sexy and you have the biggest dick an-'"

Anders cut him off, breaking all of the rules. "You really expect me to do that when you would never be able to do it yourself?"

Hawke moved to lean over the other man. He leaned in to kiss against his neck. A hand trailed down the mage's toned chest and abdomen, dangerously close. "I have no idea what you're talking about," he managed between kisses and nips.

The mage suppressed a moan. "What about that time at the Hanged Man when we got a little too aggressive in our game of footsie? You came right there in your smalls, ran out of the room, and I had to tell everyone you'd eaten some bad pork!"

The nips became a bit more painful. "You must have me mistaken for someone else. I'd never allow something like that to happen."

"Or the time you were having me in the library and Sandal came in? Rather than freak out and stop like a normal person, you came immediately."

"Ok that definitely wasn't me!" Hawke pleaded. "But just a mental note, we really do need to put new locks on these doors. That poor boy has seen us far too often."

Anders just shook his head, leaning in for another kiss against his neck. "I'll do this because I submit. But if I don't like it, you're doing anything I want."

Hawke smiled and started kissing and nibbling against the other man's ear. "Yeah, sure. You gonna tie me up, make me your bitch for once?" He moved his hand down to his own erection and started pumping it at the thought. "It'd kind of be nice to feel you inside of me for a change…"

"As beautiful of a thought as that is, I was thinking more along the lines of you helping me translate and copy manifestos."

"Well that's hardly sexy."

Anders leaned over to replace Hawke's hand with his own, slowly stroking the hard length. "Fine, you can do it naked." The warrior moaned under his touch, thrusting his hips with each movement and sealing the deal. As he continued to work his hand on the other man, he leaned down to take the tip inside his mouth. He worked his tongue over the slit and sucked over and over until he heard moans of approval. Discretely, he moved his free hand down between his own legs and began to work on himself. It surprised him how quickly he felt himself reaching the end. He was so caught up in it all that he hadn't realized he'd stopped working on Hawke and was only thrusting into his own hand until he was pinned onto his back.

Hawke leaned down to look at him with a sinister, sexy smile. "Were you close?" The mage nodded as he tried to reach for himself. Instead, Hawke took a hold of him, slowly stroking up and down. Anders moaned and had begun to shake when he felt the hand rip away.

"Love, please! Please touch me. I did it – I controlled it. Reward me. Touch me!"

Hawke simply leaned over him and kissed along his stubbled jaw. "Darling, you're doing so well. But we're only just beginning here." He reached down and grabbed Anders' wrist, just as he was about to take hold of himself. His voice changed instantly from gentle to coarse. "Don't you dare touch it!"

Anders nodded as he whined, accepting his fate, but still not sure how he felt about it. He leaned into the kisses against his neck. "I really hate you, Hawke."

"That's not what you were screaming last night."

With that, the warrior flipped the other man over onto his stomach. He moved over some to reach into the top drawer of a nightstand, pulling out a nearly empty bottle of oil. With the sound of the cork being removed, Anders instinctively raised his back end into the air. He was trembling with excitement as he felt an oil-slicked finger teasing at his entrance. The mage did his best to relax and stay composed as he felt one finger, then two, slip inside of him. When a third was added, he'd all but lost himself, pushing back against fingers as though he was being fucked by them. He groaned in protest as he felt them pull out.

"Needy little apostate…" Hawke leaned down to kiss one of his arse cheeks, reaching around him to feel his length. "Nope, way too excited. You need to calm down before we get started. I don't want to have to stop five seconds after I get inside you."

Anders yelled out in frustration, muffling it into a pillow. Never in his life had he felt a need like this. He'd gone what seemed like forever without having sex, but he could always at least find some sort of release. And now, when it would be so easy just so slip over the edge, he was being forced to hold back. Every part of him ached, needed to be touched.

Hawke places his hands on the other man's shoulders and began to massage them gently, trying to relieve some of the tension. He set down a trail of kisses up Anders' spine, stopping when he got to his neck. "I promise, Darling. You'll love it." He let go of his lover and moved behind him. Taking hold of the blonde's hips, he gently pushed himself inside.

The warrior did his best to suppress a loud, guttural groan, but his excitement from torturing his poor lover was getting the best of him. As he worked himself in and out, Anders found the strength to push himself up and back against the other man. He'd had time to soften up a bit before this started, but he could feel the blood rush down to his loins as Hawke expertly hit his prostate with each incoming stroke. He gripped onto the bed sheets again, nearly as hard as the warrior was gripping into the flesh of his hips. And it was only a matter of minutes before he expressed how close he was.

Once again, the mage found himself screaming out in dislike as he felt himself become empty. Hawke had pulled out of him, but took his own cock quickly into his hand to pump himself to release. A moment passed before he came onto Anders' arse and back.