[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.]
[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?]
[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.]
[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'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.]
[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.]
["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.
[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.]
[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.]
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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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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?]
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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.]
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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.]
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[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.]
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[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."
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[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.
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["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.
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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.]
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[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.]
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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.]