This was the perfect example of what both enticed the elf and infuriated him. Hawke was a sodding brazen bitch, but he had just the right amount of charm to get away with it. Fenris wasn't immune to his magnetism and it was a well-known fact, one he often abused, and even if Fenris barked and snarled, he rarely ever truly bit. Not when it came to the man whose affection he fully returned. That didn't keep him from hissing, of course, and he did just so, blurting out the man's name with silent threats laced all around it. "Hawke," and he didn't trust his voice to add anything else. The tone was clear enough on its own despite its husky vibes, and he punctuated the warning with a good smack, pulling at his hair as his foot met one firm butt cheek. No, he wouldn't wiggle his toes for him, but they did of their own volition as the man bathed him from root to tip. The delicious thrills shooting through him had his spine arch and he growled with the motion of his hips, pushing his cock past the eager lips lavishing him. But even a full mouth wouldn't shut the man up and he knew this very well, which prompted him to speak regardless of his poor mental state before Hawke could place another word.
"There is very little I can't do, provided I am given enough motivation," he purred, smacking him again to prove his point. But it wasn't the only one he wanted to make. He parted his legs even wider, sneaking his left ankle up his back and around his waist, reaching his muscled thigh. Hawke still wore more leather than necessary for what they had in mind, but that didn't deter him. Only the man's tongue did, his mouth doing wicked things to his cock that made both his member and his body leap forward, seeking more. He muffled a curse but couldn't keep in the whimper gracing his lips, frustratingly helpless as his shaft leaked profusely. Fasta vass! He would soak his throat very soon if the man kept up with his mind-boggling ministrations, and that gave him enough incentive to move his foot further down to reach the impressive bulge there. Oh, that felt good. Explorative toes mapped the shape of his thick erection and Fenris moaned at the feel of it, salivating in anticipation. He was so hard he knew it must be painful, and his own cock twitched in sympathy, fingers restless in the man's hair. "On the other hand," he began softly, making great efforts to sound as clear as he could despite his panting breath. "I believe myself to be far more skilled in... manual matters." He pressed his foot against Hawke's clothed cock, rubbing up and down in slow motion, a taste of what his hand could do instead.
can't she ever be pleased 8|
"There is very little I can't do, provided I am given enough motivation," he purred, smacking him again to prove his point. But it wasn't the only one he wanted to make. He parted his legs even wider, sneaking his left ankle up his back and around his waist, reaching his muscled thigh. Hawke still wore more leather than necessary for what they had in mind, but that didn't deter him. Only the man's tongue did, his mouth doing wicked things to his cock that made both his member and his body leap forward, seeking more. He muffled a curse but couldn't keep in the whimper gracing his lips, frustratingly helpless as his shaft leaked profusely. Fasta vass! He would soak his throat very soon if the man kept up with his mind-boggling ministrations, and that gave him enough incentive to move his foot further down to reach the impressive bulge there. Oh, that felt good. Explorative toes mapped the shape of his thick erection and Fenris moaned at the feel of it, salivating in anticipation. He was so hard he knew it must be painful, and his own cock twitched in sympathy, fingers restless in the man's hair. "On the other hand," he began softly, making great efforts to sound as clear as he could despite his panting breath. "I believe myself to be far more skilled in... manual matters." He pressed his foot against Hawke's clothed cock, rubbing up and down in slow motion, a taste of what his hand could do instead.