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How about impossibly horny, then.

[gonna grab a washcloth and clean up that coffee.]

I suppose that's acceptable.

[No sense in denying it, after all.]

Once the hairball is asleep, maybe you can actually finish what you started.

Did you imagine I would be doing anything else?

[Come on, Anders, you're wet and practically naked, do you really think Hawke can resist that?]

I feel I deserve it after taking care of your dog for fifteen minutes.

[even though he... didn't actually mind. Shh.]

Pull the other one. You were deliberately playing with her when I walked in on you. Don't try to pretend you weren't.

[Look how happy that makes Hawke, Anders.]

Maybe I did it just to make you happy.

Are you trying to tell me you weren't enjoying yourself at all?

[He's about finished with Pearl's rubdown, and he holds her up with her little smiling face towards Anders, an absolutely disgusting display of enamored dog owner and button-eyed puff-ball.]

Was I supposed to?

[he might be lying. Maybe.]

I'm pretty sure you were enjoying yourself.

[He's not fooled! Also, setting Pearl down now, she's dry enough.]

[And Pearl runs straight for him, of course. He sighs.]

You really need to learn how to be more careful.

[yes, that's aimed at the dog.]

[She has to show him there's no hard feelings! Also that she loves him!!

And Hawke just smiles happily at the way Anders is talking to the puppy. He's definitely grown fond of her.]

Pearl, bed!

[That's one of the first things he taught her, and she learned it quickly and well. With a parting, loving huff at Anders, she scampers to obey, disappearing into their room where her cozy, blanket-lined box is tucked securely into a corner.]

Now let's get you out of those smallclothes.

[Smirky smirk smirk smirk]

[She'll probably be joined by the cats soon. The cats always seem to want to cuddle Pearl when she sleeps, and it's adorable.

Anders, though, will smirk right back at Hawke.]

I think you're a priority right now.

[look at all those clothes you're wearing, you're a disgrace.]

Me?

[He looks down at himself, pretending to examine his state of dress.]

I guess I am wearing rather a lot, aren't I?

Several layers too much, Hawke.

[crosses his arms. These smallclothes are not coming off just yet.]

[In response, Hawke crosses his own arms.]

Well? What are you going to do about that?

Oh? Do you need help undressing?

What if I said yes?

I might be willing to give you a hand.

Then yes. I definitely need help undressing.

I can do that.

[first, though, he's going to kiss him. Is that okay?]

[That is definitely okay. Hawke returns the kiss quite happily. Don't mind his wandering hands, they'll just be sliding from Anders' hips round his back and a bit southward.]

[Anders was expecting that, so that's okay, too. He's just going to press a little closer, eyes closed and arms wrapped tightly around Hawke. Because this? Is totally his favourite part of the day.]

[Firmly groping Anders' ass, Hawke pulls him even closer, pressing snugly against him as he closes his own eyes and leans into the kiss. Perhaps unsurprisingly, this is Hawke's favorite part of the day, as well, and he makes no bones about taking the time to enjoy it.]

[a soft moan slips into the kiss at that grope. Not one to be outdone, though, Anders slides his hands beneath Hawke's shirt, desperate for more skin on skin. He'll never get tired of this, and especially not the way Hawke so clearly needs it as much as him.

He'd never let go if he could.]

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