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Hawke shivered as he felt Anders' erection pressed against him. He was surprised at how much he wanted to push back. But he remained still. "Hey, it's a lot more work than that. I have to think about when I'm going to grunt and what dirty things I should say to you."
"And you've perfected that art, Love," Anders said as he straightened back up. "Just relax for me." With that, he began to slowly push himself inside his lover. The mage had to instantly bite down on his lip to suppress a moan. What have I been missing? he thought to himself. He knew it would be tight, and he knew it would feel good. But that good? As each inch slid inside the other man, he was encompassed in such sweet ecstasy that he could hardly keep himself upright. His head was swimming, unable to process this phenomenal new feeling, warmth spreading over him completely. Not until he heard the cries from his lover did he snap back into reality.
"Holy fucking Maker, this is awful!" Hawke yelled out. He was straining and digging his nails so hard into the bed sheets that he was causing the threads to fray. "Oh my fuck, Anders. You let me fucking do this to you all the time? This is so-"
"Oh, stop, Archer," Anders interrupted. He choked back a moan as he felt the other man clamp down on him. "Just relax and it will feel good. And you should try taking one as big as yours." Hawke's member really wasn't all that much bigger than the blonde's; he had a little over an inch on him and not much more in the way of girth. But the warrior needed to calm down a bit, and he always enjoyed being reassured about how large his penis was. And people think he's compensating with that massive greatsword…
"I just-oh Maker it's so painful!"
"More painful than that time you were stabbed in the hand by a member of the Carta?"
"Well, no…"
"More painful than getting a tattoo on your bloody face?"
"I guess not."
"Then you're fine," Anders insisted. "Now please, for the love of the Maker, relax. You straining is doing quite the number on my dick, and I hardly want to explode with my own pleasure with you being this upset."
"Still, I just-" The warrior groaned, upset with himself for not adapting to this situation or even knowing what to say. He was, however, quite pleased with himself for having the insight to know not to be facing his lover. He felt as though all the blood had long left his cock and made its way up to his cheeks. "Please just pull out. I can't. I'm sorry."
"I'll make you a deal," the mage started. "If you let me have you for a minute and you still don't like it, I will pull out and we'll never do this again."
Hawke was unsure, but he decided to give it a go. He braced himself. "One minute."
Anders took a deep breath and grabbed hold of Hawke's hips. Slowly he began to pull himself out of the other man, nearly all the way, and then slid back inside. As much as he intended to hold back a moan, the tight embrace of the warrior's hole was too much for him, and under his breath, he muttered his lover's name. The feeling, the warmth, was so wonderful for him, but, despite his plan for revenge, he did want this part to be pleasurable for the other man. So with each time he plunged himself in, he silently prayed that this time he could get the angle just right. Not with the first stroke. The second, no. But the third…
"Sweet Andraste, do that again!"
Success. The mage tightened his grip on his lover's hips as he worked himself in and out. "See, I told you," he said with a sly grin. A moan left his lips before he spoke again. "You've been missing out this whole time."
"Yeah, whatever," Hawke managed to grunt out. He pushed himself back as the mage thrust into him, desperate for him to go deeper. "Just don't you fucking stop."
Anders removed one of his hands from its place and moved it between the warrior's legs. He gripped onto his erection, thrilled that he was able to make his lover feel so good in this position. "I have to say, Love, I didn't expect to like it this much. But I really didn't expect you to." He started to stroke the length up and down in rhythm to his own thrusts.
The warrior clinched his teeth as he felt the tip of the mage's length graze against his prostate. "I'm just taking this all as a compliment to myself; you're merely mimicking what I do to you."
"Well thank the Maker I've had such a fantastic teacher," the mage said, rolling his eyes. He could care less if the other man needed to say these things to try to explain why he was enjoying it so much without actually admitting it. Anders knew he was a stud, and that was all that mattered. As he thrust in once more, hard and fast, he felt himself nearing his release. He wanted it badly, but not quite yet.
"Archer, Love, I want you to cum for me," Anders admitted. "You say you like it when I do that, how I squeeze your cock and make you come to your own release."
Hawke smiled when he heard the request. He was close, he could feel it. But he wanted the mage to work for it. "Beg me, Anders. Beg me to spill my seed all over your hand. You know you want it; can't get enough of it."
The blonde felt heat rush to his face as he pumped in and out of his lover. His hand continued to work the length it grasped, stroking it from base to tip. "Please, Love, cum for me. I want your hot, sweet load all over my hand. I love it, need it!"
Damn, straight, the warrior thought to himself. I'm the one that's still in charge. He bucked his hips, thrusting into the other man's hand. He could feel his release coming, the feeling ready to tear through his body. "Fuck, I'm there!"
Anders instantly released his grip on the cock and completely removed his own length from his lover. "Nope!"
"WHAT?" the warrior screamed out. He looked over his shoulder, back at the other man, hardly believing what he could see. Anders was sitting back on the bed, buckled over with laughter. The larger man got off of his hands and knees to turn around and get a better view. "You little fucking bitch!" He growled before he spoke again. "Doesn't matter! I'll do it myself!" He grabbed onto his erection and started to stroke himself.
"No, no, no, no, don't!" Anders yelled out, tears from laughing so hard in his eyes. In one certainly not graceful movement, he threw himself over the other man, slapped his hand away from his cock and bit down hard on his nipple.
Hawke, having no clue as to what just happened, pushed the mage away from him and covered his now-mangled nipple. "Ow! What the fuck was that?"
Anders wasn't actually sure what that was. He shrugged. "Well I knew you'd be really pissed if I stopped you with magic."
"More pissed than I am now?" the warrior asked, gripping his own length again.
"No, please stop!" Anders pleaded. He looked his lover in the eyes. "Archer, if you love me, you'll stop."
Hawke furrowed his brow and frowned, but his hand did not stop. He could feel his release coming back. "Don't you dare do that to me, mage. It's not fair when you do that."
Oh, this is war. Anders was skilled with weapons. He had his magic and a dagger, but here he used his greatest of all – duel weapons even Isabela could never master – the pout and the pet name. His bottom lip pushed out and quivered. "Archie, please! Don't you love me?"
The warrior yelled as he released his grip from his erection. He threw himself back against the bed and draped an arm over his eyes. "Oh fuck you, Anders! That is so not fair!"
The mage smiled and started to stroke his softening member. "'Not fair' was when you did this to me."
"But you liked it and still bitched the next day about a kitten. And when I said no you pulled this whole 'If you love me, you'll let me get a kitten' shit! So I got you Viscount Mittens!"
"Guard Captain, Love." He bit back a moan as he continued to work his hand up and down on himself.
Hawke shot up when he heard what Anders was doing. He glared at the blonde. "You can't do it if I can't."
"Oh, watch me," Anders taunted. "Besides, what are you going to do about it? Punish me? Hit me? Tie me up? Call me names? Choke me? I love it all." He moved his hand faster at the thought. "Please, Love. Tell me what a bad little apostate I've been."