[Fenris is unaware, just how close he came to the truth. He likely wouldn't have stopped if he was. He knows he needs to hear it, that they need to have that conversation, and he will likely not enjoy what he will be told. And that's why he needs this now. This one piece of surety before everything is changed.
He moves into a sitting position while Hawke undresses, hands moving to his sides, mouthing over the man's abdomen, teeth scraping across skin, impatient. ]
[ Hawke takes a moment then, allows himself to enjoy the hot mouth against his skin, to hiss softly when he feels teeth. His fingers drag through Fenris' hair before knotting in it and tugging his head back for another bruising kiss. Then he's moving onto the bed with him, pushing him back against the mattress, never disconnecting their lips for even a second. His hands move under Fenris' hips to tug his leggings over them and down his thighs, and then to hastily undo his own pants and pull out his cock.
There's an oil lamp nearby that's half full, and he nearly knocks it over as he grabs for it and sticks his fingers in the reservoir. There's just enough to slick himself up, to make it so this won't be impossible. Then he's grabbing Fenris' hips again and pulling him close, lining himself up. ]
[Fenris kisses him with the hunger of a man starved for months. He's ached for Hawke, for his touch, his smell, his everything. He has been increasingly tightly wound, during their absence, and now he can let himself go, little by little. Release the tension that has built up inside him.
His own hands move to Hawke's shoulders, pawing at them, urging him onwards. He breaks their kiss only to rest his forehead against his lover's, a gesture of acceptance, of askance, to continue.]
[ It's those small gestures that signal to Hawke how Fenris is doing, that he's feeling safe and in the moment and isn't in danger of slipping away. He's sure of that now-- Just not so sure about himself.
One of his hands moves to gently cup the side of Fenris' face while the other is down in between their bodies, guiding his cock into the elf's body at last. He exhales, driving out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding as the familiar sensation grips him.
Once his hand is free he braces it on the mattress, and he keeps their eyes locked as he slowly eases more of himself in. Once he's as deep as he can get he stills, head falling forward slightly onto his lover's shoulder, his own shoulders trembling. ]
[Fenris lets out a low groan as Hawke enters him. He welcomes the strain on his muscles, it's a fair trade to feel so filled and complete again. He realises how much he's missed this.
He wraps his legs around Hawke's waist, his fingers tangling roughly in the man's hair. He tilts his head, brushing his nose up against Hawke's ear, breathing in the scent of him. Sweat and leather, marks of hard work, marks of a warrior. The fingers in his hair tighten, a silent urge to go on. ]
[ For a moment it's almost too much. He'd missed Fenris so much he'd ached--and now here he is, in his arms and under him and around him, and Hawke feels his throat clench with emotion. It's real. He's real. We're here and together and alive.
He presses a hot kiss against Fenris' neck and then starts to move, snapping his hips roughly, not easing into it at all. Hawke's mouth lingers near Fenris' neck and he bites down on it occasionally as he thrusts, almost mindlessly, his breaths harsh and uneven. ]
[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. ]
[ It's not unlike their first time together, when Hawke had been almost delirious with desire, desperate to take every inch of Fenris he was allowed. He'd felt so guilty then, worried that his passion and force had hurt Fenris irreparably, and it had haunted him for three years until their reunion.
Now, he knows he doesn't have to feel that way. The nails digging into his flesh remind him that Fenris feels all the fire he does, and he welcomes the sharp pain, craves it. He growls and continues the brutal pace of his thrusts, causing the bed to rock and creak below them. ]
[That was such a long time ago, and Fenris himself thought he was damaged beyond repair. Not by Hawke, never by Hawke. His own fragmented memories, his own past trauma, that had turned on him. He thought himself a fool, and a stubborn one afterwards, for taking so long to admit how he truly felt. How every part of him ached for Hawke, how he ached only for Hawke.
The elf's toes curl at the sensation his heels digging into Hawke's lower back, one hand still on his back, the other tangling roughly in his hair, pulling his head back so the elf can bite at the man's throat and jaw. The lyrium once again flares, bright and angry as the elf himself. ]
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. ]
[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. ]
[ 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. ]
[Fenris gives a frustrated groan into the kiss, feeling Hawke slow, pulling him back from the edge he was very willing to crumble over. One hand moves to tangle roughly in Hawke's hair, tugging a little to vent his frustration. He uses their closeness to push up against him, trying to force some friction, anything. When he speaks, it's with his lips close to Hawke's, his voice horse and deep. ]
[ There it is, that fire, that thing that bends Fenris' beauty out of delicate territory and into something fierce and dangerous. Hawke grins then, welcoming the slight pain that comes from having his hair pulled, enjoying the deliciously needy way Fenris squirms beneath him. ]
As if I could say no to you.
[ He obeys then, snapping his hips hard, his movements erratic. The grin slips from his face and he lets out a groan, then reaches down to grasp his partner's cock in one hand to jerk it roughly. ] Come on, love.
[Fenris hisses out a breath between his teeth as they begin to move again, his hips snapping up to meet Hawke's, revelling in the hot, filling feeling of him hammering inside him.
Hawke takes his cock in hand and he knows he won't last long. He lets out a sound that's almost a whine, continue to move with him until the pressure inside him builds too much, and with a cry, he releases into Hawke's hand.
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He moves into a sitting position while Hawke undresses, hands moving to his sides, mouthing over the man's abdomen, teeth scraping across skin, impatient. ]
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There's an oil lamp nearby that's half full, and he nearly knocks it over as he grabs for it and sticks his fingers in the reservoir. There's just enough to slick himself up, to make it so this won't be impossible. Then he's grabbing Fenris' hips again and pulling him close, lining himself up. ]
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His own hands move to Hawke's shoulders, pawing at them, urging him onwards. He breaks their kiss only to rest his forehead against his lover's, a gesture of acceptance, of askance, to continue.]
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One of his hands moves to gently cup the side of Fenris' face while the other is down in between their bodies, guiding his cock into the elf's body at last. He exhales, driving out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding as the familiar sensation grips him.
Once his hand is free he braces it on the mattress, and he keeps their eyes locked as he slowly eases more of himself in. Once he's as deep as he can get he stills, head falling forward slightly onto his lover's shoulder, his own shoulders trembling. ]
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He wraps his legs around Hawke's waist, his fingers tangling roughly in the man's hair. He tilts his head, brushing his nose up against Hawke's ear, breathing in the scent of him. Sweat and leather, marks of hard work, marks of a warrior. The fingers in his hair tighten, a silent urge to go on. ]
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He presses a hot kiss against Fenris' neck and then starts to move, snapping his hips roughly, not easing into it at all. Hawke's mouth lingers near Fenris' neck and he bites down on it occasionally as he thrusts, almost mindlessly, his breaths harsh and uneven. ]
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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. ]
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Now, he knows he doesn't have to feel that way. The nails digging into his flesh remind him that Fenris feels all the fire he does, and he welcomes the sharp pain, craves it. He growls and continues the brutal pace of his thrusts, causing the bed to rock and creak below them. ]
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The elf's toes curl at the sensation his heels digging into Hawke's lower back, one hand still on his back, the other tangling roughly in his hair, pulling his head back so the elf can bite at the man's throat and jaw. The lyrium once again flares, bright and angry as the elf himself. ]
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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. ]
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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. ]
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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. ]
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Fasta vass, move, damnit.
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As if I could say no to you.
[ He obeys then, snapping his hips hard, his movements erratic. The grin slips from his face and he lets out a groan, then reaches down to grasp his partner's cock in one hand to jerk it roughly. ] Come on, love.
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Hawke takes his cock in hand and he knows he won't last long. He lets out a sound that's almost a whine, continue to move with him until the pressure inside him builds too much, and with a cry, he releases into Hawke's hand.