Last installment of this fic! This part is dedicated to Mike because this was originally not going to be an Anders "on top" thing, but he wanted it..and so did everyone else. So there :P And thank you so much, Callia, for prompting this for me. I hope it's what you wanted! Anyway, I have a new prompt to work on after this. It's incredibly open-ended and the OP wanted others to have input. So if there's something that you, the reader, would like to see or not see, please let me know. As always, thank you guys so much for the continuous support. It has meant the world to me!
Hawke thought back to the one and only time that had happened previously, way back during their little experiment with orgasm denial. They hadn't done it since, and he really didn't mind the thought of doing it again; it was the admitting it that he minded. "We'll see," he responded as he lifted the mage up some, positioning the tip of his length at his lover's entrance.
Anders moved himself backward, causing the other man's erection to slip away. He could see the confusion in his lover's eyes, and so he kissed along his jawline and said, "I just want to take care of you, Love. You took care of me when I needed it most down below the surface. Let me pay you back. Please?"
"I don't know, Anders," the warrior responded, hiding any bit of excitement he could feel growing inside him. "I don't need to be paid back for anything, and we both prefer it the other way around."
"We won't if you don't want to, but I think it might be nice for a change every once and a while." The mage couldn't tell what his lover was thinking, but he was pretty sure that he knew the magic words. "And you can be on top; still the one in charge."
Hawke thought about it for a moment, and, with a sigh, motioned for Anders to move off of him so he could get up. The mage got off of him and stood up, letting the water pour down from his body and back into the tub. The warrior followed suit and pulled the other man against him, kissing and biting at the left side of his neck. Anders moaned and leaned into his lovers lips. Merely a moment passed before they got out of the water, each drying off on a clean towel and dropping it to the floor. At any other time, both men would worry a bit more about the state of the washroom, but there was sex to be had.
The warrior followed Anders into the bedroom, both excitement and nervousness completely overwhelming him. He truly had enjoyed it the first time; it was tremendously uncomfortable at first, but Anders was gentle with him and made sure he wasn't in pain for the duration of it. But it still wasn't within his normal comfort zone to be the bottom, and he was struggling with that. Though he made a fool of himself on a fairly regular basis in front of his lover, he preferred not doing so in the bedroom. Regardless, he trusted his mage, and knew that he'd be just fine.
"Where do you want me, Love?" Anders asked, standing on the rug in front of the fireplace.
"Uh, wherever you want, Darling," Hawke said, eying the room. "I just want you to be comfortable when you're screaming my name."
Anders smiled. "You're the one that's going to be riding my cock, Love. Shouldn't you be the one screaming?"
The warrior grabbed onto his shoulders and pressed down on him hard, causing him to lose balance and drop to his knees. He looked down at the startled mage, a scowl on his face. He grabbed onto his lover's chin and tilted it upwards so their eyes met. "You are the screamer, and don't you forget it." The mage wanted so badly to push forward and take the other man's length into his mouth, the excitement for Hawke's forceful nature fueling his primal urges. But his lover's grip was steady, so, instead, he grabbed his own erection and began to furiously pump it up and down.
"Look at yourself," Hawke snarled. "You really want to do this the other way around? You can barely control yourself."
"Go get the oil, Archer," Anders demanded. He blushed as he said it, not usually the one to make many requests behind closed doors.
The warrior considered it, and let go of the mage's chin. "Don't forget your place, mag-Oh fuck!"
It seemed Anders had remembered his place as he lunged forward, taking Hawke's length into his mouth, past lips and teeth, all the way to the hilt. He relaxed his throat as best he could to accommodate the thick, veiny flesh, and started to work over it with his tongue. The warrior leaned forward in surprise, grabbing onto his lover's shoulders for support. Only a moment passed before the mage pulled back and looked up at the other man with a smile spread across his lips. "You're in charge, Archie, but it's my job to at least get us to where we need to be."
Hawke nodded and let go of the other man before he went over to the nightstand to the right of their bed to grab a fairly new vial of oil. Had he thought ahead, the warrior would have started keeping track of how many they'd used since the start of their relationship, but he lost count after the fifth one. At least I have plenty of leather and blades to make it seem like this isn't all just for sex, he thought. But then again, I don't really mind anyone knowing what a sexual masterpiece I am. Gathering the oil, he went back over to where his lover was now sitting on the rug, his legs outstretched and his weight resting on the palms of his hands. The fire was crackling, and the light illuminated the mage's lean and muscled body. The dark-haired man's gaze traveled down each and every contour, and it lingered once it got to his long cock. He was beginning to feel nervous again, not having so much as a finger inside him for months.
The mage shifted his weight onto one hand and lifted the other to grab the vial out of his lover's hand. He set it on the floor and then pulled the other man down to his level. Hawke leaned over him and kissed him once roughly on the lips. He moved to where he was straddling Ander's hips, their erections pressed up against one another. The mage, still resting on one hand, used his other to trail down his lover's back until he reached his arse. "Do you want me to prepare you?"
The warrior didn't dare open his mouth, fearing that his naturally deep voice would come out as more of a squeak as he tried to respond. Instead, he simply nodded and grasped onto the vial, uncorking it so that he could over a few of the other man's fingers in the viscous fluid. Anders smiled and kissed along the other man's clavicles, attempting to sooth him in any way he knew how. He took his oil-coated fingers and placed them each with the tips at his lover's entrance. Hawke squirmed as he felt them move against him, and he felt a yelp escape his lips once a single finger penetrated him, one phalanx after another until it was in up to the knuckle.
"Fucking move or something," Hawke hissed.
Anders chuckled and worked his finger in and out of his excruciatingly tight lover, and, after a moment passed, pressed a second finger inside of him to join the first. He scissored and stretched the area and lapped against the warrior's left nipple, eliciting him to moan. Finally, a third and final finger was added and Hawke couldn't help but groan out the other man's name. He rest his forehead against the top of the other man's head and felt his head swim as fingers curled just so, hitting the sensitive spot inside him. He truly did prefer to doing this the other way around, but he now understood, more than ever, why the mage loved this so much.
"I have to pull out; I can't hold myself up on one hand any longer," Anders admitted as his left arm shook under the pressure. He removed his fingers and brought his arm back to lean on, and he looked up at the other man who straddled him. Smiling, he extended his neck to capture his lips with his own and moaned as he felt a tongue plunge into the depths of his mouth. As the kissed, Hawke took the oil and coated his hand in it, and then he gripped onto the mage's length to transfer the fluid. Anders bucked up against the touch and deepened the kiss, wrapping his lips around the warrior's tongue and sucking at it. He was ready – so utterly ready – that he feared how long he would be able to last.
Hawke pulled away from their kiss, a single strand of saliva the only remaining connection to their lips. He lifted up his back end and took the mage's length into his hand. Positioning it just so, he took a deep breath and started to sink down onto it, air escaping as a groan through clenched teeth. He desperately tried not to resist, to let it slide in as far as it could, but the smooth musculature inside of him was beyond his control.
"Oh, fucking Void," Anders groaned as he threw his head back. "So tight, Love. Maker, you're so fucking tight."
"Trust me, I can tell," the warrior said with a pained breath. He leaned forward and licked up along the front of his lover's neck, and worked to press down further. Slowly his body allowed him to accommodate the foreign length, and he groaned loudly as he was able to sit down on it completely. "Fuck!" Even having done this once before, he'd never been filled so completely. His arms felt weak, but he knew he had to move so he pressed the mage all the way down on his back and supported his own weight on his hands, splayed upon the expanse of his chest. Slowly, he began to rise, letting the length slide out of him until it was nearly out and then he sunk back down against it.
Anders moaned and stared up at his lover, mouth agape and hands wildly trying to find somewhere to grip onto. They finally settled on the warrior's hips, and he dug into the flesh with the pads of his fingers. He slid his feet up towards his head, bending his knees straight up to the ceiling. As Hawke pushed down against him, he bucked his hips upwards, sending himself deeper inside.
"You like me riding you?" Hawke asked after a few minutes passed and he finally felt he could form a coherent though.
"Oh, fuck, Love, yes. It feels so good; you're so damn tight."
The warrior slammed down harder and changed the angle just so, allowing the tip of the mage's erection to graze against his prostate. He moaned out in pleasure and grabbed onto his own length to furiously work up and down from root to tip. "You want me to come on you, don't you, mage?" he asked with a groan. "Just like you fucking came on me last time we did this."
As he groaned out in pleasure and gripped even harder onto his lover's hips, Anders couldn't help but laugh as he remembered the last time this happened. He'd stopped the other man just short of his release and then taunted him as he came to his own. All's fair in love and orgasm denial. "Yes, I do, Love. You almost there?"
Hawke moaned and nodded his head as he continued to move along Anders length. He gripped tightly onto his own shaft with one hand and grabbed onto the mage's neck with the other, pulling his head up off of the rug. "Open," was all he had to say before the blonde did as he was told, parting his lips, ready to take his lover's seed. The warrior stayed his movements against the mage and only had to stroke himself a few more times before his release tore through him. Ropes of hot, white fluid shot out from his length and he did his best to aim at his lover's mouth. A few glistening strands hit the mage's chin and neck, but most made it towards its target.
Anders groaned at the familiar taste and bucked his hips up hard against the other man, slamming his tip against his prostate as he continued to come. The tightening around his length, caused by the warrior's tensing, made him moan and writhe until he felt himself coming as well. He'd meant to ask his lover if he wanted this, but the excitement of it all didn't allow for it. So, whether he wanted it or not, Hawke felt the warm liquid shoot up inside of him.
"Shit!" he hissed at the new sensation. He wasn't exactly how to feel about it, but it wasn't bad, per se. The warrior sighed, still in the process of catching his breath, and collapsed down onto the other panting man. They laid there for what seemed an eternity, their breathing finally starting to match each other. Hawke found one of Anders' hands and entwined his fingers with those of his lover's. Both men had long since softened and each felt sleep threatening to take them over.
"Thank you," Anders whispered, his thumb stroking the skin along the back of his lover's hand.
"For letting you fuck me?"
"Well, sure," the mage said with a small chuckle. "But mostly for just always being there for me; taking care of me. I wouldn't still be here if it weren't for you."
"Don't you dare talk like that," Hawke insisted as he moved off of the other man and over to his side. "You'd be fine without me, but I'm never giving you the chance to find that out. As much as you claim I take care of you, you take care of me as well. It's a wonder I can feed myself without your guidance."
"You're like a helpless little kitten," Anders said with a smile. "No wonder I love you so much."
"I love you too," the warrior responded. He nestled up close to the other man and felt sleep starting to consume him. "Now rest up, Darling. We've only got a few more days before we need to head out to Orlais."