bakerstreet | Smut Picture Prompts Meme: It's Actually Sunday According to World Clock Edition (I think)!

[ Tired of the elf yet? ]

[ got some ideas from the last one. Giving you a variety this time. 1, 2, 3, 4

[ When they fled Kirkwall Hawke was bloodied and beaten. Since Anders lay dead in the streets of the city there was no one to heal his injuries. As none of them were serious he ignored them in favor of putting as much distance between himself and Kirkwall as possible. The only one with him now was Fenris.

Everyone else had scattered to the winds, each of them finding a different way to avoid the Chantry which would certainly be after them.

Some divine being took pity on him because they found an empty fishing hut along the coast that was in good condition and easy to break in to. Hawke was quiet as he braced the door and started to strip out of his armor, his movements slightly stiff with his aching joints and throbbing bruises.

He was down to only his breeches when he sat down on the cot in the corner and stretched his legs out, his body feeling heavy but still full of restless adrenaline from the fighting and running. ]

Come here, love.

[ It feels like a year since he kissed Hawke before their final face-off with Meredith. Hawke had kept his promise, neither of them were dead, and they were together on top of it. He shed no tears for Anders' demise, fully believing he deserved his fate after the chaos he's started.

His focus has been on Hawke since they fled the square of crumpled statues and dead city leaders. He's sure he'll have nightmares about Meredith and Orsino.

Fenris himself is covered in blood, dust and stone fragments. It's hard to tell exactly if the blood is his or not, aside from his face which he'd wiped off earlier. Otherwise he was just too worried about Hawke to care much for what injuries he had.

He hated the way the shack smelled, but it is the only place they'd come across. Fenris follows suit, stripping off his armor. Stopping here and there to gasp when something would hurt. Amazingly he has no serious wounds thanks to a few potions, but surface cuts and bruises are prevalent across his body. He uses his Blade of Mercy to bar the door before doing as Hawke beckons. The elf stands in front of Hawke brushing his bearded face with his hand. ]

You look more beat down than this shack. [ His face cracks into a forced smile, and he leans down to kiss the man. ] Thank you for keeping your promise.

[ Standing between his legs wasn't close enough for Hawke. He took a hold of Fenris' hips and tugged until the elf was in his lap, his weight there and pressing against all the aches and pains Hawke had. It was painfully, beautifully, real. Since the moment the Chantry exploded everything felt like a nightmare.

His respected friend and fellow mage had killed hundreds of innocent people and then who knew how many more in the chaos? Orsino had become a monster. Meredith was a statue of red lyrium. He had fled his home and left his friends. Hawke needed just a little bite of pain to remind him that it was all real and he was real. ]

Of course I kept it. I hate letting you down. [ He ran his hands gently over Fenris' body, nuzzling his neck and drawing him ever closer. ] You've lost your mind to stay with me.

[ The cot creaked as he added his weight to it, straddling Hawke like he seems to want. It's what Fenris wants too as he wraps his arms tightly around the mage. The only damned mage that made any sense in this crumbling world. It all still seems like a dream to Fenris, a terrible, awful dream.

Fenris had guessed for a while now that something was building, that something would snap. He never thought it would be Anders. The amount of carnage he's witnessed in such a short span of hours is unlike anything he's experienced before. He's amazed either of them were still alive and hopes most of the others at still too. ]

Thank the Maker. [ He whispers it, kissing Hawke's shoulder and he presses as much of his body against him. ] No, I'd lose it if I lost you again. Living without you would be unbearable.

[ Hawke didn't answer with words. He slid a hand into Fenris' hair and tugged his mouth to his, kissing him hard and deep. The need he felt swept through him like a storm, his heart thundering in his ears while his blood rushed with desire for Fenris.

He tugged at his clothes, his hands rough but trembling a little with impatience and lingering adrenaline. Hawke wanted them both naked. He wanted Fenris pinned under him on the rickety cot and moaning for him. The only thing that had ever made sense, had made life calm and steady, were the moments he was in bed with his lover utterly alone.

For a few hours Hawke planned to forget everything that had just happened. ]

[ Fenris knew this mood. He'd witnessed in Hawke only a few times over the years when something blew up in their faces. The elf has a few tears forming at the corners of his eyes as he realizes just how close to losing Hawke he'd come today. He gasps softly, returning Hawke's kiss with a fierce intensity. A tear escaping down his cheek.

Fenris moves only just enough to help remove his remaining clothing. The man's need is contagious, and it's just what Fenris wants as well. Hawke is alive, mostly whole in fact, and what better way to feel alive then this. It's not much for Fenris to strip down to nothing while still kissing his lover. He grabs Hawke, lays back on the cot and pulls the man of top of him. Normally after a fight Fenris didn't care what position they were in, but not this time. He wants to see Hawke, needs to kiss and hold on to him as they fuck. ]

[ It hurt a little to feel the tear roll down Fenris' cheek up he understood the urge. Hawke hadn't cried since his mother's death. That hardened him but for a moment he thought he would also give in to the grief and shock. Instead he focused on getting his own clothing off so that he could be closer and closer to Fenris.

He laid himself over Fenris, fitting perfectly between his legs as he braced himself on his forearms. They were pressed tightly together, Hawke kissing him over and over. He ground their hips together, his cock slowly hardening then more they moved against one another.

They were alive. Hawke was going to celebrate it, reaffirm they had both once again beaten the odds and made it. After, later, they would consider the future but he was only thinking about burying himself inside Fenris and fucking him for all they were worth. ]

[ The last time Fenris shed any tears it was over leaving Hawke, the irony almost stings. But that one is the only tear that falls and he reaches up to brush it away as he watches Hawke's clothing fly.

The cot is only barely big enough for both of them, not that it matters with how entwined they are already. He wraps his legs around Hawke's waist, glancing down to see their growing cocks slide against each other makes Fenris moan softly. He rolls his hips against Hawke, doubling the stimulation.Fenris wants Hawke to know he needs this just as much as Hawke does. ]

Should we keep quiet? [ A relevant question as Fenris whines softly. He isn't even fully hard but with how turned on he is he's already impatient to have Hawke's cock inside of him. But they were still on the run. All Fenris knows about the future is that he wants to have one with the former Champion. Another whisper between devouring kisses. ] Maker, Hawke I need you.

Who would hear us? [ They hadn't seen anyone for miles. The shack they were currently in seemed to be empty for the season. He didn't expect anyone to interrupt them and if they did Hawke would simply set them on fire. He wasn't in the mood to deal with anyone and wasn't truly in the mood to stop.

Hawke hiked Fenris' leg around his hip so he could slide a hand over his ass and between his cheeks. His fingers tingled with magic as he created oil from nothing and slowly started to prepare him. Even though he wanted to rush through and bury himself inside he wouldn't hurt Fenris.

They both had enough aches and pains right now. He wouldn't add to it. He wanted to show how much he loved and needed Fenris, not just hurt him rushing towards pleasure. ]

Excellent point. [ Fenris' senses have been on overload for most of the day between the many battles they'd fought and being on high alert as they fled. His small hesitation is only out of caution for the both of them. But Hawke is right, they hadn't seen anyone along the coast, nor signs of anyone who'd been around recently.

The elf is still tense from the adrenaline still coursing through his system. The last mile or so had been sheer willpower. So even Hawke's first slick digit is tighter than usual. ] Sorry..

[ With the way Hawke moves Fenris knows just what he wants, what they both want, and he apologizes for his body's reactions. He just needs to calm down. He breathes deeply, reaching down to stroke his own half hard cock and Hawke's with the other. He starts to soften up, but he would not blame Hawke for being impatient. ]

Shhs, love, shhs, never apologize for yourself. [ Hawke kissed him tenderly even though his body was tense with anticipation. He understood why Fenris would be so tight. They had been alert all day and this was the first chance they had to catch their breath and relax. Hawke's need could wait until his love was relaxed and ready for him. ] Tell me when you're ready.

[ There was one thing he could do right in this world and that was love Fenris the way he deserved, the way he should have been loved from the beginning. Hawke needed to tend to Fenris' needs and wants and every desire because he felt secure in that.

This was safe, comfortable, and so achingly familiar. ] Love, you feel so good.

[ Fenris begins to open his mouth to protest why he feels he needs to apologize, but he decides now is not the place nor time. He wants to be the best for his lover. Especially now when they both need an escape so badly. Hawke deserves everything Fenris can give him, but first he needs to get his mind fully on his lover. ]

Suck me. Suck me while you open me up, love. [ Fenris blurts it out, blushing slightly at his sudden request. But he can think of little else that will get his mind solely on the man above him. He returns one of those tender kisses, flicking his tongue against Hawke's lips.]

[ Seeing Fenris blush is such a rare treat. He smiles warmly at his lover and nuzzles his cheek, so tender, so sweet, so soft towards the elf who was the center of his world. All he had left in the world at this point. He had even sent Warden away with Carver. Fenris was it and Hawke felt painfully loving towards him but also possessive. If he lost him, he would have nothing...

He pushed those thoughts away and focused on giving Fenris what he asked for. Hawke had to slide off the cot because it wasn't nearly big enough but he settled on his knees on the floor between Fenris' legs. It was a familiar, comforting place to be.

First, he nuzzled along his length, giving tender kisses to the insides of his thighs. Then he opened his mouth and took him in, slowly sinking onto his length with his tongue twisting around. Hawke closed his eyes to enjoy and adore the feel of Fenris' warm, hard cock in his mouth. ]

[ The blush stays as Hawke kisses down his body. Not everyone saw this sweet side of him. This is just for him. It makes the elf's heart swell. Hawke has been his main point of sanity and comfort for a while now. He will never abandon him.

Fenris shakes as the warm wet heat of Hawke's mouth wraps around his cock. He props himself up in his elbow, reaching down to lovingly stroke his lover's hair. It's amazing what just one touch can do to pull him from a nightmare. Hawke has his full attention, and Fenris begins to melt. ]

Th-that's right love. [ Hew moans softy, tension releasing. ] You feel so good.

[ His hips roll, loving the feeling of having Hawke's finger in his ass and his mouth sucking him. ]

[ There's nothing quite like Fenris praising him either. Hawke shivers slightly and began to bob his head faster on Fenris' cock. Right now that praise seemed to hit him harder than usual, perhaps because of the massive mess he left behind recently. Hawke desperately wanted to please him, give Fenris all the pleasure of the world if he could.

He pressed two fingers deeper into Fenris, pressing against his most sensitive spot. It took him a minute to build up to it but Hawke was swoon swallowing his length in his throat, while he stretched Fenris with three fingers. His lover always needed to be stretched and properly prepared in Hawke's opinion.

It was even more important now when Fenris had been slightly nervous when they started. That wouldn't do in Hawke's mind. He wanted him to forget everything but the two of them. ]

[ Fenris can't keep his hips still with Hawke sucking him and rubbing that spot he knew so well. He kept from thrusting, but not from rocking entirely. Each prod and hard such are met with growing rumbles of moans from the elf.

Fenris' fingers in Hawke's hair tighten when he swallows him. It's hard to keep his eyes open but he desperately wants to watch Hawke. His whole world knelt down between his legs, working him like no one else has ever before. ]

Hawke.. N-nhnn.. I can take you. Let me. Please Hawke. [ He presses down on Hawke's fingers, crying out softly as he rocks his hips harder against them. Fenris tugs on Hawke's hair. ] Let me have you.

[ The pull on his hair causes Hawke to groan and he slowly stops. It's so hard to say no when Fenris says please in such a voice. He's truly helpless for this elf.

He kisses his way back up Fenris' body and kisses his lips hard and deep. While kissing him Hawke magics a bit of oil into his palm and strokes his cock, groaning at the feel of his hand slick and tight around his own length. Fenris would feel better though.

Only pausing for breath in the kiss he lines himself up and begins to slowly push into his lover, always taking his time at first to make sure he didn't hurt him. Rough could come in a moment. With how tense Hawke's muscles were from holding himself back it was highly likely rough would come as soon as he was certain Fenris was ready for it. ]

That's right, come here. [ The vision of Hawke almost made him dizzy. But that could also be from exhaustion or the blood rushing through his veins. Fenris will always attribute it to Hawke. He kisses the man back with a sweet intensity, keeping his legs spread wide and back for what he knew would be coming next.

Fenris always liked it a bit rough anyway, even when they were being sweet to each other. It's just the way he's wired. Of course, he can get off without it if Hawke is patient enough, but they were mostly out of that now.

He stalls in the kiss when Hawke begins to enter him, breathing deeply against the man's lips to keep himself relaxed. It would be tragic to undo all of Hawke's work, but the man is able to press into Fenris' tightness without pain to the elf. Once the head slips in Fenris sighs contentedly, his eyes fluttering closed for a moment. ] This is all I need. Just you. Give me all of you, Hawke.

You have me. [ Honestly Hawke was happy to turn himself over to Fenris' tender mercies. He didn't have to think about anything right now. His world was the elf underneath him.

It took him very little time to build up to a hard pace. Fenris took him so easily it was impossible for him to resist the need burning through him. He took Fenris' wrists in his hands and pinned them above his head, holding his lover down as he fucked him hard.

The cot was not as solid as the bed they had shared for years in the mansion. It rocked with each movement Hawke made, creaking ominously. It probably wasn't meant to withstand Hawke's driving hips but so far it held up well.

Hawke pressed his mouth to Fenris' neck and bit down hard to leave a mark behind. His. Fenris was his. ]

My everything. I am yours, Amatus. [ He nips at Hawke's lips, moaning softly with each of Hawke's thrusts. When they were connected like this, when Hawke was fucking him, all he could think about was his love. It is impossible not to be in the moment.

The elf growls when Hawke's thrusts cause an audible slap of skin on skin. He almost resists Hawke holding him down, simply because he wants to hang on to him, but he lets Hawke have his way. He hooks his ankles behind Hawke's back and rolls his hips with each thrust.

But the bite, Maker it sends a violent shiver through him as he calls out his pleasure. ] H-harder. More, Hawke. Fuck me faster.

[ It's Fenris' secret goal to break this cot they were shaking so violently. ]

[ He doesn't pin Fenris' hand for long. After a minute he tangled their fingers together and held his hands instead of just holding them down. He kept his head bowed forward, mouthing at Fenris' neck and he thrust into him roughly.

If they broke the cot they'd have to sleep on the floor but Hawke wasn't think of that the moment. He thought of Fenris' voice, begging so sweetly against his ear. Of his body so tight but so willing around him as he thrust into him over and over. The cot was certainly rocking and creaking dangerously but holding up remarkably well.

They might get there as they got rougher and Hawke pushed himself to give Fenris everything he could. He couldn't give him gold and a safe place to live but he could give him this: all the pleasure he could make. ]

[ Fenris grips Hawke's hands tightly, much more comfortable this way. It let him hang onto Hawke and feel more connected to his lover. It's what he needs right now. He stretches his head back, allowing Hawke any part of his neck he would want. Being completely vulnerable in front of Hawke was something he had to learn over the years, he's realized how freeing it is. And now, how much he needs it.

Fenris could sleep on anything after the day they've had. It is sheer lust and need that is driving him now. Hawke knew his body so well, each thrust shot pure pleasure through his body. It's not long until he is panting and moaning out his lover's name.

While Hawke's mansion and wealth had grown, Fenris started to fall for the man when he was still living in Lowtown. He does not need money, and what was safe? Even lords can get murdered in their own well protected homes. If he has to be on the run again, he's glad to not do it alone. They can do this. They have to. ] Mmn, I want to come for you... Tell me, love..

[ He groaned at the words against Fenris' neck and squeezed his hand tightly. ]

Come for me. [ He drew back because he wanted to see Fenris' face when he came. Hawke adored watching the play of emotions over his lover's face and the pure satisfaction he saw in his release. He let go of Fenris' hand so he could put one between them and wrap around his length, stroking him in time with the same force as he thrust into him. ] Come. no holding back.

[ Hawke himself was on the edge, just waiting for Fenris first. Always Fenris first. He was determined to keep that even in the wild and on the run. ]

Yesss... [ Fenris hisses, licking his lips and arching his back as Hawke's hand starts to pump his cock. It was greedy, but he loved being pleasured both ways by his lover. Whether it was this or before when Hawke blew and fingered him at the same time. Hawke knew just how to pleasure him, how to bring him to the edge and throw him over, or even the nights he kept him on the edge of coming till daybreak.

Part of him wants to hold back, wants to feel this pleasure forever. But Hawke told him not to and he is not in the mood to disobey, especially not after the day they've had. It takes only a few more thrusts for Fenris to be completely undone. He claws at the cot, eyes closing and mouth opening in a loud cry of passion as he comes over Hawke's hand and his own chest. He thrusts as much as he can into Hawke's hand as he rides out his orgasm.

He blindly reaches for Hawke as he forces his eyes to crack open, grabbing for him. He gasps out a few words as he pants heavily. He can only guess how much Hawke has been holding himself back. ] Don't wait... Fill me.

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