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[it's okay, he's smiling a little, leaning into Hawke.]
I was getting a little impatient.
I was getting a little impatient.
[Well, then. He'll quickly shove Hawke's trousers and small clothes down.]
Good.
Good.
[That gets him to laugh again. He shimmies his hips a bit to encourage the garments the rest of the way down, and then steps out of them, leaving them in a messy pile on the floor. Still chuckling, he wraps his arms snugly around Anders and pulls him in for another kiss.]
[He's looking a bit like he's holding back laughter himself. He's definitely looking happy. It makes for a slightly awkward kiss at first, but he doesn't care, instead stepping closer now that Hawke is finally naked and wrapping his arms tightly around him.
Of course, he's still wearing his own small clothes, but it seems more important that he get to touch.]
Of course, he's still wearing his own small clothes, but it seems more important that he get to touch.]
[Hawke might protest the continued presence of Anders' smalls, but Anders' mouth is in the way and he's being hugged tightly, so he supposes he'll let it slide in favor of returning that endearingly awkward kiss.
And then he (finally!) encounters the edge of their bed with his legs (he's been inching backwards towards it for long enough!). He doesn't make any move yet to pull Anders down on top of him, though, content to continue standing up. Hawke kind of wants to see what he'll do in this unusual impatient mood.]
And then he (finally!) encounters the edge of their bed with his legs (he's been inching backwards towards it for long enough!). He doesn't make any move yet to pull Anders down on top of him, though, content to continue standing up. Hawke kind of wants to see what he'll do in this unusual impatient mood.]
[Hawke has been groping him for long enough, so Anders figures it's his turn. He moves his hands lower, sliding them over the curve of Hawke's arse, using it to pull them tighter.
Then he breaks the kiss, instead trailing his lips across Hawke's jawline.]
I love you.
[He's going to do something, alright. The problem is that he wants to do everything to him. Now where to start?]
Then he breaks the kiss, instead trailing his lips across Hawke's jawline.]
I love you.
[He's going to do something, alright. The problem is that he wants to do everything to him. Now where to start?]
[When Anders gropes his arse and pulls him even tighter, Hawke groans quietly into the kiss and grinds against him.
And when Anders says those three little words, his breath catches and his fingers dig in a little harder. The very first thing he learned in this place was that those words were not something he could take for granted here, and every time he hears them now they have that much more impact as a result.]
And I love you.
[His response is breathed like a prayer against Anders' ear, its intensity by no means diminished in the quietness of the delivery.]
And when Anders says those three little words, his breath catches and his fingers dig in a little harder. The very first thing he learned in this place was that those words were not something he could take for granted here, and every time he hears them now they have that much more impact as a result.]
And I love you.
[His response is breathed like a prayer against Anders' ear, its intensity by no means diminished in the quietness of the delivery.]
[it's a privilege, being able to say that and not worry it might be taken away from him at any moment. And something in him always tightens when he hears Hawke repeat it back. It never stops being utterly unbelievable, and he smiles before nuzzling against his cheek.]
I love hearing you say that.
[So obviously he has to thank him in some way. He pushes Hawke back to make him sit on the bed, and then quickly straddles his lap. His lips are trailing down his neck now, while his hands slip over his hips, thumb tracing the crease between his thigh and his stomach. He wants to give him everything that he is, and more, every single time they end up like this. It's the least Hawke deserves, and Anders loves reminding him of it.]
I love hearing you say that.
[So obviously he has to thank him in some way. He pushes Hawke back to make him sit on the bed, and then quickly straddles his lap. His lips are trailing down his neck now, while his hands slip over his hips, thumb tracing the crease between his thigh and his stomach. He wants to give him everything that he is, and more, every single time they end up like this. It's the least Hawke deserves, and Anders loves reminding him of it.]
I'll say it all the time if it means you never stop smiling like that.
[He sits when Anders pushes, and when Anders straddles his lap he slides his hands around the others' waist, one hand on either bony hip, fingertips pressing possessively against warm skin. He tilts his head back to encourage more of those kisses to his neck, and closes his eyes - the better to enjoy Anders' touch.]
[He sits when Anders pushes, and when Anders straddles his lap he slides his hands around the others' waist, one hand on either bony hip, fingertips pressing possessively against warm skin. He tilts his head back to encourage more of those kisses to his neck, and closes his eyes - the better to enjoy Anders' touch.]
You're always making me smile, love.
[Just pointing that out, because Hawke is really good at it. He smiles again, just to prove it.
Then he's sucking lightly on Hawke's shoulder, unable to reach much lower in this position, and trying to decide if it's worth sliding out of Hawke's lap in order to gain more access. He's really not in the mood to pull away; but he really is in the mood to kiss him all over.]
... I can't decide what I want to do with you. I'm narrowing it down from "everything."
[Just pointing that out, because Hawke is really good at it. He smiles again, just to prove it.
Then he's sucking lightly on Hawke's shoulder, unable to reach much lower in this position, and trying to decide if it's worth sliding out of Hawke's lap in order to gain more access. He's really not in the mood to pull away; but he really is in the mood to kiss him all over.]
... I can't decide what I want to do with you. I'm narrowing it down from "everything."
Why narrow it down? "Everything" sounds like a good plan to me.
[He wants to wait to see what Anders will do, but he also wants to lay back and pull the other mage down on top of himself, to feel the solid weight of his body and the warmth of his skin against his own.
Decisions, decisions.
Well, he'll waffle for the time being, and enjoy those kisses while he does so. Maybe Anders will push him down of his own accord.]
We've got the rest of the day, after all.
[He wants to wait to see what Anders will do, but he also wants to lay back and pull the other mage down on top of himself, to feel the solid weight of his body and the warmth of his skin against his own.
Decisions, decisions.
Well, he'll waffle for the time being, and enjoy those kisses while he does so. Maybe Anders will push him down of his own accord.]
We've got the rest of the day, after all.
You make a fair point.
["Everything" it is,then. Anders straightens up to kiss Hawke properly again, though just briefly this time. Then he's sliding down, out of his lap, until he's kneeling in front of him on the floor. He smiles, pressing his lips to the inside of his thigh.]
That means I'll have to give you more than one orgasm.
["Everything" it is,then. Anders straightens up to kiss Hawke properly again, though just briefly this time. Then he's sliding down, out of his lap, until he's kneeling in front of him on the floor. He smiles, pressing his lips to the inside of his thigh.]
That means I'll have to give you more than one orgasm.
[Anders breaks that kiss far too soon for Hawke's liking, and then he's sliding out of Hawke's lap, and for a second Hawke thinks he definitely should have pulled him down - but then it's pretty immediately obvious what he's getting ready to do, and Hawke's regret disappears as his breath catches with that kiss to the sensitive skin of his inner thigh.]
And I'll be making sure you do as well.
[He smiles down at Anders and raises a hand to run gentle fingers through the man's blond hair. Anders is always so generous with everything he does, so intent on taking care of those around him that he's always neglecting himself. Hawke loves that generous, caring part of Anders, though the self-neglect worries him. As long as he can be by Anders' side, though, he can take up the slack, and make sure Anders is also well-cared for. Up to and including in the bedroom.
Sometimes especially in the bedroom.]
And I'll be making sure you do as well.
[He smiles down at Anders and raises a hand to run gentle fingers through the man's blond hair. Anders is always so generous with everything he does, so intent on taking care of those around him that he's always neglecting himself. Hawke loves that generous, caring part of Anders, though the self-neglect worries him. As long as he can be by Anders' side, though, he can take up the slack, and make sure Anders is also well-cared for. Up to and including in the bedroom.
Sometimes especially in the bedroom.]
This is what I was impatient for.
[He murmurs it softly, breath ghosting over Hawke's thigh. Touching Hawke, making him feel good; it really does make Anders feel good as well, in more ways than the obvious. He leans into his hand, though, glancing up to meet his eyes, briefly.
But he isn't drawing it out like usual, and this is still only the beginning of his plans for tonight. He looks back down, and then curls a hand gently around Hawke's erection, stroking it slowly.]
I'll enjoy this.
[His tone, though, is still a bit teasing. And then he's leaning in to brush his lips across the tip, tongue flicking out briefly.]
Unless you'd like to take care of me first?
[Yup, definitely teasing.]
[He murmurs it softly, breath ghosting over Hawke's thigh. Touching Hawke, making him feel good; it really does make Anders feel good as well, in more ways than the obvious. He leans into his hand, though, glancing up to meet his eyes, briefly.
But he isn't drawing it out like usual, and this is still only the beginning of his plans for tonight. He looks back down, and then curls a hand gently around Hawke's erection, stroking it slowly.]
I'll enjoy this.
[His tone, though, is still a bit teasing. And then he's leaning in to brush his lips across the tip, tongue flicking out briefly.]
Unless you'd like to take care of me first?
[Yup, definitely teasing.]
[The quiet noise he starts to make when Anders' hand wraps around him morphs quickly into laughter as he pauses to tease. He continues to stroke his fingers against Anders' hair, still smiling down at him.]
Who am I to argue when you're feeling so impatient? I'll take care of you soon enough.
[He moves his hand slightly, so that he's cradling Anders' face in his palm, though he'll likely have to move it again once Anders goes back to 'taking care' of him. His range is limited due to their positions, but he still wants to touch, as much and as long as possible, a physical reminder to Anders that Hawke wants him close by, always.]
Who am I to argue when you're feeling so impatient? I'll take care of you soon enough.
[He moves his hand slightly, so that he's cradling Anders' face in his palm, though he'll likely have to move it again once Anders goes back to 'taking care' of him. His range is limited due to their positions, but he still wants to touch, as much and as long as possible, a physical reminder to Anders that Hawke wants him close by, always.]
[It isn't often that Anders makes it home before Hawke, as normally he doesn't even think about leaving work until his lover shows up to drag him away from there. Today, though, has been an exception. Not only is he home, but he's passed out on the bed, where he has been for the past several hours.
It's a risky business, in their home. The first to take advantage of it was Maleficat, who jumped up neatly to hide behind Anders' head. Occasionally he would paw at the hair still trapped in a hair tie, but Anders didn't stir. And following Maleficat was Pearl. She jumped up near his feet, and, when she wasn't told off for it, quickly bounced her way up to his chest. She licked his chin a few times (no response), and then licked Maleficat, who startled back but didn't really mind, and then both pets fell asleep.
Apawstate found her way later. Anders' lap was still free, after all, and perfect for a lazy little kitten. Clearly, all three animals agreed, he'd looked lonely. And he'd forgotten to use a blanket. He might have gotten cold, had they not saved him!]
It's a risky business, in their home. The first to take advantage of it was Maleficat, who jumped up neatly to hide behind Anders' head. Occasionally he would paw at the hair still trapped in a hair tie, but Anders didn't stir. And following Maleficat was Pearl. She jumped up near his feet, and, when she wasn't told off for it, quickly bounced her way up to his chest. She licked his chin a few times (no response), and then licked Maleficat, who startled back but didn't really mind, and then both pets fell asleep.
Apawstate found her way later. Anders' lap was still free, after all, and perfect for a lazy little kitten. Clearly, all three animals agreed, he'd looked lonely. And he'd forgotten to use a blanket. He might have gotten cold, had they not saved him!]
[Hawke was not having a good day.
Well. It had been alright before he'd decided to drop in on his younger brother - a thing he'd been doing more or less regularly for the past month, ostensibly just for the sake of being obnoxious but mostly because he just...wanted to check in. Carver had disappeared from under his nose once before, in this place; he didn't want it to happen again.
Except it just had. His brother's name was no longer inscribed on the door to the room he'd been assigned, and the door itself had confirmed Carver's disappearance - as strange as talking doors still were to him, they did at least have their uses.
After that, he'd made his way to the clinic where Anders worked - a little faster, and definitely more urgently than usual - only to be told that the workaholic apostate had actually left early for once that day. He'd probably just gone home, back to their shared room, but having just suffered the unexpected and painful disappearance of one person he cared about, Hawke had practically panicked and rushed off in the direction of their apartment.
He wasn't quiet or subtle upon entering, calling for Anders even before the front door shut behind him, and loudly moving from the entry into the living area, then to the kitchen, bathroom, and finally bedroom.
He stops abruptly in the doorway, relieved and transfixed at the sight of Anders passed out on their bed, covered in pets. Apawstate flicks an ear in his direction from Anders' lap but doesn't otherwise respond to his presence. Maleficat, as usual, puffs up and flattens his ears, but Hawke ignores him. Pearl looks up, resplendent and glowing from her place of honor on Anders' chest, and wags her tail at him in greeting, but doesn't otherwise move - not that he blames her. This is an opportunity for her that does not often present itself.
Letting out a breath he hadn't properly realized he'd been holding, Hawke laughs quietly at himself, scrubbing a hand over his face and moving fully (and quietly) into the room. Anders must be exhausted, to still be so sound asleep after all the noise Hawke made coming into their apartment. It only takes moments for him to remove his boots and change his shirt, and then he's carefully joining their pets (minus Maleficat, who jumps down to the floor and stalks away as he crawls onto the bed) in cuddling Anders, stretching out and pressing himself against the other man's side, draping an arm over his chest (while carefully avoiding dislodging Pearl!) and making a pillow of his shoulder.
He doubts he'll sleep - having assured himself that Anders is safe, his mind returns to his disappeared younger brother - but the warmth and solidness of his lover is comforting, as are the warm damp kisses Pearl places on his nose and eyelids from her vantage point, making this an excellent place to sit and stew in guilt, self-flagellation, and thoughts of 'what if'.]
Well. It had been alright before he'd decided to drop in on his younger brother - a thing he'd been doing more or less regularly for the past month, ostensibly just for the sake of being obnoxious but mostly because he just...wanted to check in. Carver had disappeared from under his nose once before, in this place; he didn't want it to happen again.
Except it just had. His brother's name was no longer inscribed on the door to the room he'd been assigned, and the door itself had confirmed Carver's disappearance - as strange as talking doors still were to him, they did at least have their uses.
After that, he'd made his way to the clinic where Anders worked - a little faster, and definitely more urgently than usual - only to be told that the workaholic apostate had actually left early for once that day. He'd probably just gone home, back to their shared room, but having just suffered the unexpected and painful disappearance of one person he cared about, Hawke had practically panicked and rushed off in the direction of their apartment.
He wasn't quiet or subtle upon entering, calling for Anders even before the front door shut behind him, and loudly moving from the entry into the living area, then to the kitchen, bathroom, and finally bedroom.
He stops abruptly in the doorway, relieved and transfixed at the sight of Anders passed out on their bed, covered in pets. Apawstate flicks an ear in his direction from Anders' lap but doesn't otherwise respond to his presence. Maleficat, as usual, puffs up and flattens his ears, but Hawke ignores him. Pearl looks up, resplendent and glowing from her place of honor on Anders' chest, and wags her tail at him in greeting, but doesn't otherwise move - not that he blames her. This is an opportunity for her that does not often present itself.
Letting out a breath he hadn't properly realized he'd been holding, Hawke laughs quietly at himself, scrubbing a hand over his face and moving fully (and quietly) into the room. Anders must be exhausted, to still be so sound asleep after all the noise Hawke made coming into their apartment. It only takes moments for him to remove his boots and change his shirt, and then he's carefully joining their pets (minus Maleficat, who jumps down to the floor and stalks away as he crawls onto the bed) in cuddling Anders, stretching out and pressing himself against the other man's side, draping an arm over his chest (while carefully avoiding dislodging Pearl!) and making a pillow of his shoulder.
He doubts he'll sleep - having assured himself that Anders is safe, his mind returns to his disappeared younger brother - but the warmth and solidness of his lover is comforting, as are the warm damp kisses Pearl places on his nose and eyelids from her vantage point, making this an excellent place to sit and stew in guilt, self-flagellation, and thoughts of 'what if'.]
[Anders instinctively tries to shift closer as Hawke settles in next to him, but he's somewhat hindered by the heavy weight on his chest. He lets out a soft grumble in his sleep, confused more than annoyed, and far from awake enough to care. Then he settles back down, face turned towards Hawke now but otherwise in exactly the same position, thanks to Pearl.
It's half an hour more before he actually starts to stir. He blinks a few times, then squints at the room, at Pearl, at Hawke. Not used to sleeping so early in the day, he isn't sure where he is, or what's going on at all, but he's warm and he's comfortable and he'll figure it out. Maybe.
He doesn't seem to be in the Deep Roads, at least.]
Hello, love.
[He yawns. Waking up is hard.]
It's half an hour more before he actually starts to stir. He blinks a few times, then squints at the room, at Pearl, at Hawke. Not used to sleeping so early in the day, he isn't sure where he is, or what's going on at all, but he's warm and he's comfortable and he'll figure it out. Maybe.
He doesn't seem to be in the Deep Roads, at least.]
Hello, love.
[He yawns. Waking up is hard.]
[Despite his doubts about sleep, Hawke had just begun drifting off when Anders began to stir...though he doesn't mind being pulled back to wakefulness overmuch, with a greeting like that. His smile is a little crooked, but genuine, as he looks up into Anders' eyes.]
Hello, yourself.
[He shifts a bit, lifting his head just long enough to kiss Anders' jaw, before settling back to his comfortable shoulder-pillow.]
Did you sleep well?
Hello, yourself.
[He shifts a bit, lifting his head just long enough to kiss Anders' jaw, before settling back to his comfortable shoulder-pillow.]
Did you sleep well?
Mmm.
[He's not really awake enough yet for actual conversation, so that's what Hawke gets. He's still not even sure if he slept well, but he assumes so. He can't really remember how he ended up there yet.
He frowns a bit in confusion for a moment.]
Morning?
[i.e. what time is it.]
[He's not really awake enough yet for actual conversation, so that's what Hawke gets. He's still not even sure if he slept well, but he assumes so. He can't really remember how he ended up there yet.
He frowns a bit in confusion for a moment.]
Morning?
[i.e. what time is it.]
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