[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.
[Hawke shivers a little at the touch of Anders' hands against his bare skin, the tips of his fingers pressing more firmly into the skin under his own hands in response. All of a sudden (not that it ever takes very long to get to this point) he's wearing far too many clothes.]
Mmm.
[He only very reluctantly breaks the kiss, but only pulls away just far enough to speak.]
[As if he has any objections at all. Hawke is wearing a shirt with actual buttons today, so he sets about undoing them, more hurried than he normally would be. But really, even he gets impatient sometimes.]
[And then, because his shirt opens in the front, he closes the gap between their lips again and resumes the kiss...while at the same time beginning to tug Anders towards the bedroom, and their bed.]
[he sighs a little as Hawke kisses him again, the corners on his lips tugging up before he returns it. He'd like to press closer, but first things first, these clothes need to come off.
It's always like this, without fail. It doesn't matter who starts it or why, but as soon as Hawke touches him, he has to return it tenfold. He needs to make him feel as comfortable and loved as Hawke makes him; needs to thank him, in every way. It makes Anders feel better to do it, too. But he's a little bit more impatient today, shoving at Hawke's shirt once he's got the buttons open, getting off his shoulders and down. His hands are already reaching for his trousers; though not for a second is he willing to break the kiss.]
[Considering how close they are, and how often they do this, it's fairly apparent to Hawke that Anders isn't his usual patient self today. Not that he minds; while he's always happy to accommodate Anders, sometimes he takes things almost too slowly, so a little impatience from his lover is a nice change of pace.
Once Anders pushes his shirt off his shoulders, Hawke lifts his hands from Anders' backside briefly, one at a time, to allow the garment to fall off completely and onto the floor, before replacing them. He refrains from tugging Anders closer again, though, only because that would make it more difficult for the other to help him out of his trousers, which definitely need to come off. There's absolutely no reason to break off the kiss, though. In fact, seeing as now neither of them are wearing shirts whose removal might necessitate the breaking of said kiss, Hawke takes the opportunity to deepen it, still tugging Anders toward their bed.]
[that kiss is very distracting, and he's trying to multi-task, returning the attention while getting his trousers open and walking. And somehow, today, that's a little too much.
He stumbles, crashing into Hawke.]
Ooof!
[just going to grab onto your to steady himself, Hawke.]
[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.]
[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.]
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[He looks down at himself, pretending to examine his state of dress.]
I guess I am wearing rather a lot, aren't I?
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[crosses his arms. These smallclothes are not coming off just yet.]
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Well? What are you going to do about that?
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[first, though, he's going to kiss him. Is that okay?]
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He'd never let go if he could.]
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Mmm.
[He only very reluctantly breaks the kiss, but only pulls away just far enough to speak.]
Help me undress, love.
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[As if he has any objections at all. Hawke is wearing a shirt with actual buttons today, so he sets about undoing them, more hurried than he normally would be. But really, even he gets impatient sometimes.]
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[And then, because his shirt opens in the front, he closes the gap between their lips again and resumes the kiss...while at the same time beginning to tug Anders towards the bedroom, and their bed.]
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It's always like this, without fail. It doesn't matter who starts it or why, but as soon as Hawke touches him, he has to return it tenfold. He needs to make him feel as comfortable and loved as Hawke makes him; needs to thank him, in every way. It makes Anders feel better to do it, too. But he's a little bit more impatient today, shoving at Hawke's shirt once he's got the buttons open, getting off his shoulders and down. His hands are already reaching for his trousers; though not for a second is he willing to break the kiss.]
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Once Anders pushes his shirt off his shoulders, Hawke lifts his hands from Anders' backside briefly, one at a time, to allow the garment to fall off completely and onto the floor, before replacing them. He refrains from tugging Anders closer again, though, only because that would make it more difficult for the other to help him out of his trousers, which definitely need to come off. There's absolutely no reason to break off the kiss, though. In fact, seeing as now neither of them are wearing shirts whose removal might necessitate the breaking of said kiss, Hawke takes the opportunity to deepen it, still tugging Anders toward their bed.]
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He stumbles, crashing into Hawke.]
Ooof!
[just going to grab onto your to steady himself, Hawke.]
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Sorry about that.
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I was getting a little impatient.
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Good.
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Of course, he's still wearing his own small clothes, but it seems more important that he get to touch.]
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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.]
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