Thanks for the continued support, everyone! I'm having so much fun, and it's great to know that you are too! This chapter, we've finally got Hawke's name being said...I know, only 11 chapters into the 4th story to get that revealed. I just had a few people ask, so there it is. And also, omgomgomgomg some fantastic art!anon dedicated some fanart to me featuring Hawke and Anders! It's so fantastic and sexy and unf! Please go check it after you remove all of the stupid spaces! h t t p : / / d l . d r o p b o x . c o m / u / 1 6 1 9 3 4 1 / m h a w k a n d e r s w a t e r m a r k . j p g
Once both me where undressed, Hawke looked over at Anders, not knowing exactly what to do. "Where do you want me?"
Anders smiled and walked over to the other man, gently kissing him on the side of his mouth. "You're adorable when you're nervous."
"I'm not nervous," the warrior lied. He pressed his forehead against his lover's. "I just don't know what to do in this role."
"You're just going to be on bottom. It's not signing your life away," Anders reassured him. "Now let's just go get on the bed and see where things take us."
Hawke nodded and then climbed up onto the bed. He sat in the middle and watched as the other man joined him. It wasn't like him to be nervous about anything, so he was mad at himself for being so obvious. But he was happy that Anders was being kind to him. He knew that his lover, so used to pinning over him and seeing that his every need was taken care of, would do everything in his power to make this an extremely enjoyable experience for the both of them. There was no use in fretting; it was going to happen. Surely it's not so bad anyway if Anders gets off on it so much.
Anders moved over to him, planting a gentle yet hungry kiss on his lips. He placed both hands on the warrior's muscled shoulders and pushed him until his back was flat against the mattress. The mage's hands slid down from their positions along the contours of the other man's body. He leaned forward to kiss and lick along his lover's neck and continued downward once he was rewarded by a moan. When they had first climbed onto the bed, Hawke's member was flaccid, but by the time the mage had trailed his kisses all the way down, he met it at full attention. Gripping onto it with his right hand, Anders slowly started to stroke it up and down along the base. He took the tip into his mouth, sucking gently and relishing at the taste of the salty pre-ejaculate leaking from the tip.
The warrior moaned loudly as he watched Anders work him over with his mouth and hand. He reached down with his right hand, gripping tightly onto the blonde hair, and pushed down his lover's head so he would encompass more of his length. The mage didn't struggle against him, but he did resist. He looked up, cock still between his lips and shook his head. Hawke groaned in disapproval, not used to being told no. But he silently agreed as he loosened his grip on the hair and simply cupped the back of his lover's head. Several moments passed before he began to tense up, release impending, and to his surprise, Anders leaned back, releasing him from his mouth.
"Wait, wait, no," Hawke said with a scowl. "You wouldn't fucking dare."
"No, Love, of course not," Anders lied. "I just don't want you to cum until I'm inside you."
The warrior furrowed his brow. "Why can't I do it now and then do it later too?"
"Because then we'll have to wait for you to recover, and I want to get started." He sat up and pointed down at his own erection. "I'm dying here."
Hawke smiled as he sat up. He gripped onto Anders' length. "Then let me take care of that. Then we'll both have to recover."
The mage nearly jerked up into the other man's hand at the sensation. He bit back a moan, desperate to not seem…well, desperate. No, don't. There is a plan here that needs to be executed. Composing himself, he smiled and placed his hand over his lover's to remove it from himself. "Now, now. We can do that later. I just really want to get started. I've been thinking about this for a while."
"Oh, I see how it is," Hawke responded. "Alright, whatever you want. Everyone should be able to play out their fantasies once and a while."
"Exactly," Anders said with a smile. "Now turn over and let me lick your arsehole."
"Right away, Mr. Subtlety," the warrior said, an eyebrow raised in surprise. He turned over and lay down on his stomach with his legs spread about a foot apart. Crossing his arms, he rested his head on them, turning it to the side so he could try to get a bit of a glimpse of what the other man was doing behind him. "Is this really even necessary?" he asked. "Can't you just use some sort of spell to get me ready so we can get on with this? My dick is ready to explode here."
Oh you have no clue as to what that really feels like… "Sure, Love. Let me just think back to my days in the Circle and recall the rectum-stretching spell." He moved between the other man's legs and spread his cheeks apart to reveal the pucker of flesh hidden beneath. Licking his lips, he was eager to get started. This was something he had only done a few times for Hawke, but he greatly enjoyed it. Leaning down, he flattened his tongue to lap across his lover's entrance.
"Fu-fuck, Anders," Hawke moaned as he felt a tongue circle around the ring of muscle. "I guess I just thought there would be a spell for it, considering all the sex everyone's having there."
The mage sucked on one of his fingers and pulled it out of his mouth. He began coaxing it into the warrior. "Even if there was one, I wouldn't use it." He smiled as he listened to the guttural groans leaving his lover's lips. "I should be allowed to use the few sexual tricks I learned there every once and a while."
The warrior frowned. "I don't like thinking about oh fucking Maker!" He nearly screamed as a second finger slid in, stretching him further. The addition of a second finger was something entirely new to him, and, as he bit down on his own wrist to keep from groaning, he wasn't quite sure how he felt about it. "I-I don't like thinking about you doing this to someone else, is what I meant to say."
"Oh you're one to talk," Anders said sternly as he worked his fingers in and out of the warrior's tight hole. He pulled them out most of the way so that he could plunge in a third. The hiss he was met with made him smile. "But you're cute and I love you, so I won't dwell on that."
Hawke bit his lower lip as he felt the fingers fucking him. He nearly bucked up and down when he felt them curl in just the right place, teasing his prostate. "Holy freaking Andraste! Can we please just get on with this?"
"Anxious, are we?" the mage said as he pulled his fingers out. He quickly replaced them with his tongue and was delighted when he heard his name moaned loudly. Placing each hand on one of his lover's arse cheeks, he gave each one a squeeze as he worked his tongue in and out. He did his best to coat his reaches generously with saliva. He slid one hand down off of Hawke's ass and reached around to feel for his cock, and he was quite pleased to feel the other man was greatly enjoying himself. Pulling himself away completely, he crawled over to the night stand and grabbed a brand new vial of oil and pulled out the cork.
"Lots of that," Hawke said as he watched Anders in his peripheral vision. "The whole vial if you can."
"You have to be kidding me." The mage laughed as he looked it over in his hand. It contained at least 10 ounces of fluid, an unbelievably large amount needed for just one session. He, instead, dipped a few fingers inside to coat them and pushed them back inside his lover to better slick his entrance. Afterwards, he took a generous amount (though nowhere near what Hawke had requested) of oil and covered his own length. "You want it like this, or do you want to turn over and face me?"
Hawke pulled his rear up some, but he stayed put after that. "Like this." He wasn't about to elaborate as to why he didn't want to turn around. The warrior, so used to being strong and in charge, now felt incredibly vulnerable. He didn't want Anders to see that in his face, or, once they got started, to let his facial expressions reveal how much he hated it. Or possibly worse, how much he loved it…
"Ok, Love," Anders said quietly as he moved behind the warrior. He spread apart his cheeks and positioned the head of his erection at the entrance before him. "Are you ready?"
"No. Yes. No, no, I'm not," Hawke mumbled. He growled in disapproval when he heard chuckling behind him. "How are you so confident right now when you've never done this before? I'm just going to admit it – I'm freaking the fuck out."
Anders smiled and leaned down to gently kiss the small of his lover's back. "Archer, you need to relax. It's fine. If it wasn't, people, myself included, wouldn't love it so much. And, no, I haven't done this, but I don't think there's that much thought that gets put into it. Push it in, pull it out. Got it."