Fenris. [ The name is ground out of his throat , punctuated by a low groan as Fenris' teeth scrape at his skin. Every kiss and bite helps to wake him up again, energy wild and prickling under his skin, through his muscles, in his bones.
Hawke turns his head and captures Fenris' mouth again, kissing him hard and sloppy before he straightens his body into a standing position. He hoists Fenris' legs up and then moves, pounding into him even harder, even faster. The sight of the elf's body splayed beneath him, alight with the lyrium in his skin, drives him faster and faster toward release. ]
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Hawke turns his head and captures Fenris' mouth again, kissing him hard and sloppy before he straightens his body into a standing position. He hoists Fenris' legs up and then moves, pounding into him even harder, even faster. The sight of the elf's body splayed beneath him, alight with the lyrium in his skin, drives him faster and faster toward release. ]