[Fenris lets out a noise that's part growl, part moan. His legs tighten, keeping him close, pulling him in with each and every snap of his hips. His hands move, dragging nails roughly down Hawke's back, clawing at him like a wild animal, in kind for the more than welcome bites to his neck.
It hurts, and he knows it will hurt more in the morning, but he doesn't care. He would glad have every bruise, every aching muscle ten times over, if it meant Hawke remained with him. ]
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It hurts, and he knows it will hurt more in the morning, but he doesn't care. He would glad have every bruise, every aching muscle ten times over, if it meant Hawke remained with him. ]