Another huge thank you for all of the support I'm receiving with this story! It means so much to mean to know that people are enjoying reading this as much as I'm enjoying writing it. Just so you know, Anders will be having his release fairly soon, but the story isn't going to end there :) Expect another update either Sunday or Monday at the very latest, and daily after that until it's finished.

"No, no it wasn't," Anders began, hand still gripping tightly at his erection. He locked eyes with his lover, honey on blue. "It was better, Maker. So much better. I expected you to be big, but not that big," he said, quickly glimpsing down to Hawke's length. "I couldn't have begun to imagine how good it felt to slide my lips over your dick; I marveled at your taste, your smell, and the feel of your veiny flesh on my tongue. And when you came, I could feel it twitch and jump in my mouth – that alone made me hard – but the taste of you. Sweet, Andraste. I'd never been much of a fan, always too bitter for my liking. But not yours. It was like a treasured delicacy, and I wanted so much more by the time it was over."

"Keep going," Hawke demanded. Anders watched with a smile at how fast the warrior pumped his length, but he slowed down on himself, realizing that he was drawing near. He'd have to get through the memory before his lover would let him come to his release.

"I hadn't imagined how calloused your hands would be. Your touch against my skin felt so different from my own; it was rough, but in the best possible way. And to finally feel you inside me, to reach in so far. My own fingers and imagination could never do it justice. It's like I'd never been whole before that moment. But what floored me the most was that you were gentle and you had me facing you, so I could look into your eyes as you had me. And I could see how much you loved me-" there was a hitch in his breath as he spoke these last words. "Love, I'm there…"

"Take your hand away."

"Love, please. I've been so good."

"Do as I say, Anders."

The mage whimpered as he reluctantly let go of himself. He looked over at Hawke as he kept running his hand up and down his shaft until finally he let out a deep groan. White, glistening fluid escaped the warrior's throbbing length, landing on the scarred skin of his abdomen. Anders moaned as he watched, partially in awe, partially due to his own jealousy. He felt the ache in his loins, convinced it would never end.

Hawke breathed heavily as he recovered. He pulled and stroked his erection a few times more, beckoning more seed to pour out. Once he was finished, he looked over at his frustrated lover and motioned for him to crawl over and join him.

"Since you can't get enough, why don't you clean me up?"

Anders smiled weakly and leaned down to lap up all of the cum off of his lover. He moaned once more, the taste triggering the need he had. His hand drifted down between his legs to grab his own length, but almost instantly, he felt a large hand over his.

"I didn't say you could touch it, Anders," Hawke said sternly. "You're not a teenager back in the Circle. You're a grown man capable of controlling himself."

"I'm sorry, Love," Anders said as he sat down beside his lover. Hawke had let go of him, and he had let go of himself as well. "But I showed you I could control it, didn't I? I stopped every time you asked me to."

Hawke leaned over to kiss the mage's temple. "You did, and I'm proud of you for it. I won't make you wait much longer." With that, he lay back against the rug and pulled on Ander's arm for him to join him. The mage laid down on his side, wrapping an arm around the warrior's middle and resting his head in the crook of his neck. He pressed his aching erection up against the other man's left leg, just so he would know how much he still wanted it.

The warrior laughed. "You're too excited. You need to calm down so we can make this last."

"It's hard not to be aroused when you're naked."

"Yes, do shower me with praise. I had to swing a big sword and kill a lot of people to get this body."

"Well at least those people didn't die in vain then." Anders smiled as he kissed his lovers neck. "Now you tell me if being with me was like you thought it would be."

Hawke leaned into the kiss and placed his hand over the mage's arm. "I don't know if I should, Darling. I can feel your cock leaking against my leg."

Anders pushed himself back a bit. "It'll be fine as long as I don't touch it. Tell me how much better I was than Fenris."

"What?" Hawke had to cough out. "Like you really want me to talk about him."

Anders sat up and looked down at his lover with a frown. "Well you didn't mind mentioning it earlier tonight at the Hanged Man. What in the world was that?"

"You know how much I like to fill silences. It's not my fault that I'm just not particularly good at it."

The mage lay back down. "You could always do this thing called shutting the fuck up or thinking before you say things."

Hawke rubbed his hand along Anders' forearm. "Well I had to talk for the both of us. You pretty much said nothing the whole evening."

"If I opened my mouth, I knew that I'd not be able to say anything besides 'Oh, Maker, my fucking balls are aching," or "That's it, Love, keep pumping my cock. Just like that.'"

The warrior laughed. "And I would have loved that."

"I have no doubt. Now, come on. Tell me about it, please. And then fuck me."

"Yes, sir," Hawke said with a smirk. That was the one order he was more than willing to take. "But I can't compare the two of you. It's like nugs and mabari; two completely separate things."

"Well I hope I'm the mabari. As much as it disgusts me, I've seen Dog get pretty friendly with one of the pillows in the lounge, and he's well-endowed. I can't say I've ever had any experiences with nugs, but I could only imagine that they aren't as impressive."

"Ok, first off, gross. Secondly, show me which pillow it is so I can get rid of it," Hawke said with a shiver. "I lean against those when I read. Back to Fenris though, I don't know what you want me to say. He's an elf, so you can make all the assumptions you want about his body. He was far more dominant than I like. But, anyway, there is no comparison to make. You're my Anders, and you're the one I want to be with."

"And that's why you torture me like this."

"Exactly," the warrior stated. "Being with you was different than how I'd imagined, but I'm not so sure how to explain it. I'm not creative or imaginative. I just knew I wanted you and thought about you in those terms. But it was the most amazing thing I'd ever felt – kissing you, holding you, being inside you. It was nothing short of perfect." He turned his head to kiss Anders' forehead. "And it's always perfect. Especially the torture."

Anders sat up with a smile and leaned down to kiss his lover once on the lips. "Just so we're clear, I'm way better than him, right?"

"That's not the point. You could have the title 'worst at sex ever,' and I'd still be with you because I love you."

"But I'm still better?"

"Yes. Now go get the oil."

With a smile, the mage got up to go over to one of the night stands to grab a vial of oil. He brought it back and set it down next to Hawke. He kneeled down at his lover's side, taking his semi-erect cock into his hand and started to slowly work on it, beckoning it to harden. Hawke propped himself up on his elbows and watched Anders' hand move up and down on him until he was finally to his full length. The mage held it upright with one hand, uncorking the vial with his other. He then began to pour copious amounts of oil onto the tip of the warrior's erection and let it slide down to the base. Anders set the vial down and out of the way, then worked to spread the slippery liquid over every inch of his lover's throbbing flesh. Hawke moaned in approval.

Anders removed his hand and spread the remaining oil against his entrance. He then climbed over Hawke to straddle him, supporting himself on his hands and knees. Hawke wrapped his arms around the mage's back, pulling him down for a rough, heated kiss. The blonde parted his lips allowing the other man's tongue to slide in. Anders grew hard between their bodies, and the warrior grew painfully excited at the feeling. As he continued to explore every reach of his lover's mouth, he slid his hands down to his lover's arse cheeks, spreading them apart. He bucked his hips up and down, sliding his oil-covered length between each of Anders' cheeks.

The mage moaned at the sensation and pulled back from his lover's lips. He reached behind him to grab onto the warrior's cock and positioned it at his entrance.

"You don't need to prepare yourself any more than you have?"

Anders clinched his teeth as he pushed back against the head of Hawke's dick, allowing it to slowly enter his body. "No, Love. What I need is for you to fuck me."