[Fenris responds to his name with something like a growl, all challenge and ferociousness, like the animal he was named after. He wants more, pushes for more, doesn't rest or pause for breath.
When Hawke moves him, his hands move to steady himself on the bed, fingers grasping at the edges for leverage and support as the man drives into him. He moans, hoarse and throaty as the bed slams into the wall, desperate for his own release as much as he wants this to go on. ]
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When Hawke moves him, his hands move to steady himself on the bed, fingers grasping at the edges for leverage and support as the man drives into him. He moans, hoarse and throaty as the bed slams into the wall, desperate for his own release as much as he wants this to go on. ]