Sorry for the delay, but thank you to everyone for so much support! It means so much to me. I think we're all enjoying the torture of this poor mage. But never fear, the release is coming soon :)

Hawke groaned deeply as he felt his length disappear inside his lover, inch by inch. He grabbed onto Anders' hips as he dug his heels into the floor, allowing him to start thrusting up into the other man. With each movement, in and out, the blonde mage countered him; he pulled his body away as Hawke moved out, slamming himself back down as the warrior's hips bucked towards him. Each time, the tip of the younger man's erection expertly slid against the engorged gland, causing the mage to writhe and moan.

"Fuck, you're so tight, Anders," Hawke said between moans. He slid his hands from hips to arse, giving each cheek a hard squeeze. "But be a good boy and make it tighter for me."

Anders did his best to tense the muscles around his rectum, tightening the grip on his lovers cock. He was met with a moan of approval and smiled at his success.

"Yesss. You're so good, Darling," the warrior said. "You deserve a little extra attention." With that, he took his right hand and gripped onto the mage's neglected erection and began to pump the length up and down in rhythm to his own thrusts. Anders bit his bottom lip hard, suppressing something between a scream and a moan at the sensation.

Hawke used his thumb to glide over the head of his lover's cock, thick and purple with arousal, spreading the precum all over. "Now don't do that. You know I like to hear you."

A loud moan escaped the mage's lips. "Maker, it feels so damn good. Please, please, Love, harder. Fuck me harder."

The warrior groaned with a smile and started to thrust up with more force into the other man. He tightened his grip on the length in his hand, and he increased the speed as he moved up and down on it. "You love it, don't you? You can't get enough of my cock in your ass, right? Tell me how much you love it."

"More, Love, please," Anders begged. He splayed both hands against Hawke's chest for support. "It's the best feeling in the whole world. I'm so empty when you're not deep inside me. Please, oh Maker."

"Fuck-" Hawke groaned, feeling the mage squeeze himself tight around his erection. He slowed the rhythm of his hips, but quickened the pace he had on the length in his hand. "You gonna cum for me?"

Anders rolled his hips, thrusting himself in his lover's hand. He nearly screamed out his response. "Yes, oh sweet Andraste, please! I'm there. I'm there!"

With that, the warrior immediately stopped all of his movements and released his grip on the other man. "Nope."

The mage's eyes nearly bugged out of his head as he felt the hand rip away from his throbbing cock. He pushed against his hands to support his weight as he tried desperately to fuck himself, dying for his prostate to be stimulated; anything to help him come to his release. But his hips were gripped hard, steadying him so that he could not move. He cried out and balled his hands into fists to punch against his lover's chest over and over. "Fuck you! No, no, no it's not fair!"

"Ow, hey!" Hawke exclaimed with a laugh, his grip tightening on the struggling mage. "That is certainly not the way to get what you want."

Anders stopped punching him and collapsed against the other man with a weak groan. The warrior wrapped his thick, muscled arms around him and pulled himself up into a sitting position. The mage slowly wrapped both his legs and his arms around the other man, his cock still buried deep inside, and rest his head in the crook of his neck. He whimpered and quietly began to sob against him.

Hawke tightened his grip on his lover with one arm and pet his hair with his right hand. He placed several soft kisses against his shoulder. "It's ok, Anders. I promise it will be ok."

"No, it's not," the blonde man cried. "You're never going to let it happen, are you?"

Hawke smiled as he brushed some of the other man's hair away from his temple. He kissed him gently several time. "It will happen soon enough. I just need to know that you trust me and that you'll continue to do as I say. You've been so rebellious lately, and I can't have that."

"I'm trying so hard to be good."

"I know, Darling," the warrior said, rubbing Anders' back. "But you'll have to try harder. You'll comply with anything I ask of you, won't you?"

"Anything, Love."

"That's right," Hawke said with a smile. "And if I want to have you in the foyer once Bodhan and Sandal go to their quarters?"

"You can have me there."

"Of course I can. And if I want to take you in an alley behind the Hanged Man?"

"I would bend over a crate and happily allow it."

"And if I want to blow you under the table in Varric's room?"

"Love, if you want to have me nug-tied on top of the table in Varric's room and fuck me with the grip of a dagger as copies of my manifesto burned in the fireplace and all of our friends were drinking around the table, I'd be happy."

Hawke literally had no words, possibly a first in his lifetime, for a matter of moments as he considered it. "I may have to take you up on that," he said finally. He then pushed himself forward and repositioned the both of them so that Anders' was lying on his back and he was stationed above him. The warrior leaned down to kiss his lover's tear-stained cheek, and their eyes met as he withdrew himself. He smiled down at the blonde. "There now. Just like our first time."

Anders looked away, embarrassed, and rubbed his reddened face. "I was hardly this frustrated on that night."

The warrior pulled out of the mage and took his softened cock into his hand to give it several good strokes in order to bring it back to its full length. He leaned over to grab the vial of oil at the side of the rub to lubricate his erection and then pushed it back slowly inside his lover. Anders turned his gaze back towards the other man, feeling the length disappear inside him. He moaned softly as he was taken to the hilt.

Hawke began to thrust into the other man with long, powerful strokes. He leaned down, pressing his lips against those of his lover, hungrily begging him to open up. Anders obliged, slowly parting his lip as he bucked his hips up to meet each thrust into him. The warrior pushed his tongue inside, penetrating him in more than one place, and explored every reach he could find. The mage pursed his lips, grabbing onto his tongue, causing a moan to leave the larger man. Hawke withdrew his tongue and began to suck on the blonde's bottom lip, and then he painfully nipped at it as he forcefully slammed his cock inside. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh was intoxicating.

Anders moaned and dug his fingernails into the flesh of Hawke's back. Once the warrior released his bottom lip, the mage slammed his lips back against the other man, begging to feel the pain once more. The other man indulged him, taking the thick and swollen lip back between his teeth until he tasted the faintest hint of blood. The blonde bucked against him and writhed until he pulled away once more.

"Please, Love. Won't you cum inside me?"

Hawke groaned as he kissed and nipped along the mage's neck. "I thought you were the one that wanted to cum."

"I don't care," the blonde said as he leaned into a painfully enjoyable nip. "I just want to please you. Coat me with you sweet, hot seed."

"So, so generous," Hawke groaned as he thrust harder into the other man. He bit down hard on the mage's shoulder, muffling a loud moan as he spilled his release. He started to pant as he felt the last bit spurt out of him, but he continued to slowly move in and out of the blonde.

Anders moaned and smiled as he felt the fluid release inside him. "Feels so good, Love." He reached between their bodies, palming his own erection and slowly began to stroke himself.

Hawke stopped his movements, and lifted his head up to give the mage a stern look. "I didn't say that you could touch it, did I?"

The mage let go of himself. "No, sir, you didn't. I'm sorry."

The dark-haired man just smiled and took Anders' length into his own hand. "But you've been very, very good for me." He began to slowly work the throbbing member from base to tip. "Maybe you've been tortured enough. What do you think? Do you think it's time?"

As much as Anders wanted to scream out that he had indeed been through enough, he knew better. "Only if it's what you want, Love." He looked down at the hand stroking him, saying a silent prayer that now would be the time.

"Look at me," Hawke demanded. Anders did as he was told and bit his lower lip as he felt a thumb rub against his slit. He starred deeply into the other man's eyes, honey on blue, and nearly fainted when he heard his lover speak. "Now, cum for me."