[ Hawke hoists Fenris' legs up onto his shoulders and braces his hands on the edge of the bed, moving at a brutal pace. He can't keep his eyes off Fenris--off the lines of his body, the expressions on his face, the way his hair fans out around his head. He's so beautiful it makes Hawke's throat clench up sometimes, just hits him so hard he reels for a second, wonders how this ever happened. How is he here, right now, alive and with this indescribably precious person unraveling beneath him--
He lets out a startled moan as he feels his climax build--and he wants to hold it back, wants this to go on, dreads the conversation he has to have after. So he slows just a bit, leaning down and bending Fenris' body in half so he can kiss him. ]
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He lets out a startled moan as he feels his climax build--and he wants to hold it back, wants this to go on, dreads the conversation he has to have after. So he slows just a bit, leaning down and bending Fenris' body in half so he can kiss him. ]