So maybe that fight hadn't been completely milked out of him yet, but that breathless, hitch to that normally rough baritone was telling on its own and Hawke saw no real reason to cease. Instead, he kept up his pace and rolled his lips, drawing up and down as he saw fit until Fenris was set on making another plea. A compromise actually. He paused at the end of that pointed request and flicked his gaze upward again; his mouth was still delightfully full and while his lips were stretched wide, he found a way to curl the edges and narrow his eyes on something remarkably playful, cheeky even. Of course Fenris couldn't sit back and just enjoy it. No. And of course Hawke wanted slim fingers curling tight or maybe even wet suction on the pressure between his legs, straining against his breeches, but... he rather enjoyed the discomfort of his knees digging into hard slabs and the tug of fists in his hair, leading him as well as simply hanging on for the ride. He would move eventually – because one didn't disobey Fenris without regretting it later – but for the moment...
He shifted and pressed his arms forward, curling one around a trimmed waistline, while the other found a hip, thumb already pushed in against the bone and brushing in kind; he sank lower with the movement and teased the back of his throat, breathing in deeply before swallowing. It wasn't much, just a brief moment of a curling tongue and a narrowing, clench of muscle, and then he slid back, releasing the cock with a moist, languid, almost silent punctuation of pursing lips. He flicked his tongue against his upper lip and then lolled it over the bottom one, only to stretch them wide for a glistening smile; all the while, he drew his hands back with him, trailing them over exposed thighs and gently grazing his nails as he went. So, about that touching him thing. Hawke raised his brows in mock innocence and managed a simple, “You are touching me.” He shifted again and lifted a hand, wrapping a finger, one after the other, around hard skin until he was squeezing tight, running down to the base and then up the full length. “And rather boldly I might add,” He wasn't talking about his hair – though, he did love a good head massage and hair pulling – and instead, he arched his body, curving up into the soles of Fenris' feet. He puffed out a laugh and ducked down, lapping his tongue over the crown, only to trail lower to follow the dip of his palm by lavishing one swirled lyrium scar. He ended midway, pressing his mouth close for a kiss and after a brief moment, he continued, as though there hadn't been a pause, “I didn't know one could foot another's arse, but it's quite enjoyable.” He ran the edge of his smile against the elf's cock and then lifted away enough for his palm to run up once more, pumping the other with easy rhythm as Hawke simply angled his smile upward. “Wiggle your toes for me?”
I don't think she wants a naked elf behind smudging up her desk thou.
He shifted and pressed his arms forward, curling one around a trimmed waistline, while the other found a hip, thumb already pushed in against the bone and brushing in kind; he sank lower with the movement and teased the back of his throat, breathing in deeply before swallowing. It wasn't much, just a brief moment of a curling tongue and a narrowing, clench of muscle, and then he slid back, releasing the cock with a moist, languid, almost silent punctuation of pursing lips. He flicked his tongue against his upper lip and then lolled it over the bottom one, only to stretch them wide for a glistening smile; all the while, he drew his hands back with him, trailing them over exposed thighs and gently grazing his nails as he went. So, about that touching him thing. Hawke raised his brows in mock innocence and managed a simple, “You are touching me.” He shifted again and lifted a hand, wrapping a finger, one after the other, around hard skin until he was squeezing tight, running down to the base and then up the full length. “And rather boldly I might add,” He wasn't talking about his hair – though, he did love a good head massage and hair pulling – and instead, he arched his body, curving up into the soles of Fenris' feet. He puffed out a laugh and ducked down, lapping his tongue over the crown, only to trail lower to follow the dip of his palm by lavishing one swirled lyrium scar. He ended midway, pressing his mouth close for a kiss and after a brief moment, he continued, as though there hadn't been a pause, “I didn't know one could foot another's arse, but it's quite enjoyable.” He ran the edge of his smile against the elf's cock and then lifted away enough for his palm to run up once more, pumping the other with easy rhythm as Hawke simply angled his smile upward. “Wiggle your toes for me?”