Bribing him to behave with the promise of blissful mornings, one after the other? Very clever, Fenris, Hawke wanted nothing more than a guarantee for lazy wakings and tangled limbs, but there was a problem with that particular bargain. It assumed there was a limit, that Hawke could tire; he was beginning to wonder if this seemingly insatiable thirst for Fenris would ever weaken, after all, he'd had far too many years to try to pick apart his feelings – and he had, if only to make everything hurt less – yet somehow, his affection only seemed to have grown. So now that he actually had Fenris and could kiss him and touch him and be with him whenever he wanted...? He'd be crazy to agree to restrictive conditions. Besides, he'd always liked the challenge of seducing Fenris and coaxing him into undeniably bad situations; watching those pupils dilate, dark cheeks flush and all gentleness flee his touch as the desire took over was pretty damn enjoyable, so Hawke was thinking that, hey, maybe they should do this more often. It was just the right amount of reckless and fun, wasn't it. Fenris? He smiled into the eager press of lips at the thought and drew out a hum, shifting on the balls of his feet to bring his legs in close together. The soft skin of his inner thighs brushed and then squished, catching a portion of that prodding cock and rubbing it in kind. Biting playfully on the fullness of the elf's bottom lip, Hawke exhaled a sigh and shifted closer, standing up straighter, maybe even slightly more on his toes, to slide further along the other's cock, before rolling back on his heels.
“She won't allow us anywhere near her things after this,” Breathless or not – and it certainly was – the playfulness was easily heard in the mumble and he kept up the steady rock of his hips, hitching and grinding on the other with that same infuriatingly slowness as before. “But we have plenty of other friends to terrorize, so your idea has merit.” He'd lost sight of the kiss and succumbed to nothing more than grinning lips and a muffled conversation of words ghosted over the other's mouth; realizing that, he trailed his mouth away with a pointed chuckle and nibbled at the strong line of his jaw as his hands found narrow hips. Stilling the motion of his own body, he instead pulled Fenris forward to compensate, encouraging the other to thrust and push and fuck into the tight clasp of his thighs. “Best to thoroughly, repeatedly, vigorously sate me every morning,” It wouldn't help at all, but he let it go, instead dipping his face down to bump his nose, then his mouth to the arched point of a lyrium scar, lolling his tongue over the very edge of it and then biting down on the unmarred skin just beyond it. His hands moved then, one palm running up over the firm contours of the elf's belly and further still under the useless drape of his tunic, while the other ran around and slid south, flirting over the perfect arch of Fenris' ass. “Now...” He found the crease and hooked a finger, then two, along it, lightly pressing down along the line to push his cheeks apart, barely, just enough for him to feel the slight flex. “When our lovely Aveline walks in on us, would you rather be the one sprawled across her desk or is that to be my honor?”
they should break her desk. idek how. but. imagine her seeing them over the splintered remains ROFL
“She won't allow us anywhere near her things after this,” Breathless or not – and it certainly was – the playfulness was easily heard in the mumble and he kept up the steady rock of his hips, hitching and grinding on the other with that same infuriatingly slowness as before. “But we have plenty of other friends to terrorize, so your idea has merit.” He'd lost sight of the kiss and succumbed to nothing more than grinning lips and a muffled conversation of words ghosted over the other's mouth; realizing that, he trailed his mouth away with a pointed chuckle and nibbled at the strong line of his jaw as his hands found narrow hips. Stilling the motion of his own body, he instead pulled Fenris forward to compensate, encouraging the other to thrust and push and fuck into the tight clasp of his thighs. “Best to thoroughly, repeatedly, vigorously sate me every morning,” It wouldn't help at all, but he let it go, instead dipping his face down to bump his nose, then his mouth to the arched point of a lyrium scar, lolling his tongue over the very edge of it and then biting down on the unmarred skin just beyond it. His hands moved then, one palm running up over the firm contours of the elf's belly and further still under the useless drape of his tunic, while the other ran around and slid south, flirting over the perfect arch of Fenris' ass. “Now...” He found the crease and hooked a finger, then two, along it, lightly pressing down along the line to push his cheeks apart, barely, just enough for him to feel the slight flex. “When our lovely Aveline walks in on us, would you rather be the one sprawled across her desk or is that to be my honor?”