[ A few moments are spent in this position, with Hawke biting and sucking and taking what's offered to him. He'll never be over the sense of pride he feels that he's the one Fenris is baring his throat to, surrendering to-- Sure, it's good for his ego, but it's also, paradoxically, rather humbling. He knows what he is being given, just how much had to be overcome to get to this point, and he will never take that lightly.
He finishes the mark he'd been making on Fenris' throat and soothes it with his tongue, only to start on a matching one right beside it. Fenris never leaves one of these sessions without a few bruises--some visible to the eyes of others, some not so much. He feels the elf start to pull at the collar of his tunic and makes an impatient sound, then moves them once again, this time pushing Fenris down onto the nearby table. A few of the items that had been on its surface are knocked askew, and he's fairly sure one of them landed on the floor and broke, but he doesn't care.
Instead, he focuses on getting Fenris undressed from the waist up, sliding his hands underneath his shirt to push it up and reveal more skin for him to devour. ]
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He finishes the mark he'd been making on Fenris' throat and soothes it with his tongue, only to start on a matching one right beside it. Fenris never leaves one of these sessions without a few bruises--some visible to the eyes of others, some not so much. He feels the elf start to pull at the collar of his tunic and makes an impatient sound, then moves them once again, this time pushing Fenris down onto the nearby table. A few of the items that had been on its surface are knocked askew, and he's fairly sure one of them landed on the floor and broke, but he doesn't care.
Instead, he focuses on getting Fenris undressed from the waist up, sliding his hands underneath his shirt to push it up and reveal more skin for him to devour. ]