[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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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.