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Fenris wakes to sound of snoring right in his ear, and knows there is truly no hope for him because the sound is comforting and delightful. He realized he must have fallen asleep to Hawke's chattering after their talk last night. Now, Fenris is on his back with Hawke plastered all along his side, his arms and legs both wrapped around Fenris and somehow still taking up the majority of the bed. Fenris looks down at Hawke's slumbering face and feels an overwhelming rush of affection and relief.

The last month had been stress upon more stress, and just after the simple act of sleeping next to Hawke again had relieved Fenris of the majority of the tension he'd been carrying around. He'd never been able to sleep as well without Hawke there, and now that they were together again he felt relaxed and happy. He reaches over to gently scratch his fingers through Hawke's beard and up into his hair, appreciating the beauty laid out before him while he could.

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Hawke cracks an eye open at the touch. He was usually quite a heavy sleeper, but he'd gotten accustomed to spending his nights alone of late, and the touch of Fenris's hand is enough to shake him gently from his slumber. He smiles groggily, wrapping his arms tighter around him.

"Hey, you," he mumbles, pressing a kiss to Fenris's chest. He'd sorely missed this, and the separation had brought him new appreciation for the taste of Fenris's skin against his lips. "Have you been awake long?"

"No," Fenris said, still idly carding his fingers through Hawke's hair, "I just woke up. You were snoring." Hawke's mouth against his chest makes his nerves jump and all at once Fenris realizes how long it's been since they were... Intimate.

Fenris rolls over onto his side and sighs, scooting down a little so that they're face to face. He kisses Hawke's mouth once before pulling away, affecting sterner expression.

"I'm still mad at you," he says, though his words are undercut somewhat by the loving and gentle way he's still stroking his fingers through Hawke's hair.

Hawke frowns a little, and his brow tenses as turns his head down and presses his forehead against Fenris's. Normally, he might have joked off Fenris's annoyance, or tried to lighten the mood with gentle teasing, but it's different this time.

"I'm sorry," he says, earnestly, and he is. "I just...I knew the second you got the opportunity to die in my place, you'd take it. I never wanted you to have that chance. I knew I still had more work to do and that you'd want to follow me if I came back, and I,"

Hawke closes his eyes, balling the back of Fenris's shirt tight in his hands.

"I just couldn't bare to say goodbye again," he mumbles, "Not after...everything that happened, I knew I couldn't. It was stupid and selfish of me. You deserved more. I'm glad you're here now, even if I am scared shitless about all the things that could happen to you out here."

"Hey, hey," Fenris says softly, stroking his hands down Hawke's face and neck, "It's all right. That goes both ways, you know. I'm scared for you too. And your record of getting yourself into dangerous situations is much worse than mine." One corner of his mouth quirked up a little in an attempt to lighten the mood.

"Of course I'd die for you," he says after a moment, growing serious again, "I love you. But I'd live for you, too, and that's the more important one, I think. We're stronger when we're together, Garrett, and I'm not going to waste any more time that we could have spent together," he says, blushing a little when he uses Hawke's given name.

Hawke presses his sweaty forehead harder against Fenris's, bringing his hands up to tangle his fingers in the hair at the back of Fenris's head. He breathe's a heavy sigh, Fenris's breath hot on his face providing him with some comfort.

"You're right," he says, his voice becoming less broken than before, "Of course you are. I'll. I'll try to take better care of myself for you. But you have to promise me you'll do the same."

"Of course," he says gently, dropping his voice to a private whisper, "I'm yours, Garrett, I'm not going anywhere." Fenris leans in to capture Hawke's mouth in a passionate kiss, one hand splayed over the curve of his jaw and the other sliding down over his throat and chest.

Fenris hummed happily into the kiss, enjoying the contact after so long without.

Hawke kisses him with more desperation than he had allowed himself before, and he lets his hands trail down Fenris's back, bringing his hands up under Fenris's shirt to press more of his skin against his. He breaks the kiss, breathing heavily, in favor of trailing kisses down Fenris's chin and throat, following the line of his lyrium tattoos. He sucks at a spot on his neck and lets out a low groan.

"Maker, I've missed this," he breathes, "I've missed you. I want you, Fenris, I want you more than anything."

Fenris gasps as Hawke kisses down his throat, the magic under Hawke's skin activating the lyrium under Fenris' and making it glow softly and send pleasant electric tingling sensations all over his skin.

"Me, too," Fenris breathes, his voice already shaking from the shocks of pleasure thrumming just under his skin, "You can take me," he says darkly, rolling onto his back and tugging Hawke on top of him.

Hawke moves over him eagerly, hands moving to pull Fenris's shirt up over his head, exposing more skin for him to kiss and lick hungrily. He flicks his tongue over Fenris's nipple before he begins to suck at it, grazing the tip of it lightly with his teeth

How long had it been? He wonders briefly, but is soon distracted as he snakes a hand down rhe front of Fenris's pants, rubbing him through his undershodts.

Fenris throws his head back at the attention, one hand slapping over his mouth to muffle any sounds while his hips buck up into Hawke's hand. He's panting already, dizzy and drunk over the pleasure thrumming through him, because he'd almost forgotten how intense this could be. It had scared him, at first, because activating the lyrium tattoos to fight had always been closer to discomfort or pain than to pleasure. It had something to do with intent, he thought, because Hawke had never touched him without being gentle, without wanting to make him feel good, and the lyrium seemed to respond to that.

Whatever the reason, it had been more than a month since he'd felt this intense, electric pleasure and he wasn't as used to it as he had been before Hawke had run off.

He reached down with his free hand to press it hard over Hawke's, curling his fingers slightly to press Hawke's fingers into the wetness that could be felt through the thin material of his pants. He grit his teeth and bucked his hips against Hawke's hand to get more friction against his clit, surprising himself by how close to the edge he felt already.

"Oh, Maker," he panted, followed by a string of colorful Tevinter swears, "Hawke-- Garrett, I'm-- I can't-- Please."

Hawke grunts in desperation, removing his hand from him to wrench down his pants just far enough. He quickly breaches him with a finger, then another, curling them inside him. He kisses down the illuminated tattoos trailing down his front until his lips find his clit in the dark, and kisses and sucks at it with enthusiasm.

The light coming off of Fenris is bright enough that Hawke can see his face, and his eyes train on it. He wants so badly to please him, to make up for all this lost time, to apologize for ever leaving.

Fenris moves his free hand to grip the sheets tightly, his other still covering his mouth to muffle his moans. He sinks his teeth into one of his fingers, Hawke's mouth making his skin light up brightly and making him moan helplessly around his hand.

When Hawke's head dips between his legs Fenris starts to quiver, spreading his legs and wrapping them around Hawke's shoulders. He looks down his chest and meets Garrett's eyes, the intensity there making him whine and writhe his hips in pleasure. He can only keep eye contact for a few moments before he squeeze his eyes shut and tilts his head back, one hand reaching down to tangle itself in Hawke's hair.

He wanted to reach down with both hands, feel Hawke's hair and skin under his fingers, but he didn't dare move his hand from where it was clamped tightly over his mouth or risk waking up everyone in the vicinity with his screaming.

It only takes a minute of Hawke's mouth sucking and rubbing against him before Fenris comes, as he'd been on the edge since Hawke had put his hands on him and it had been a long month. He arches his back while his thighs quiver around Hawke's head and he swears and moans behind his hand.

Hawke lets out a breathless laugh against Fenris, and he licks and fingers him through his orgasm, continuing the motions with less direction once Fenris has settled back down against the bed again.

"Already?" he mumbles lowly, kissing his clit sloppily before pushing himself up over him and working at the buttons of his own shirt. He'd been so focused on getting Fenris off that he'd all but forgotten about his own erection, which was pushing at the clasp in his pants, making them tight. He shrugs his shirt off of his shoulders and leans back over him, supporting himself on his elbow, which he rests next to Fenris's head. He huffs, grinding into his free hand without much focus.

"Ohhh, fuck," Fenris groans as he comes down from his orgasm, rubbing his face and pushing both hands through his sweaty hair, "Shut up, it's been a long month," he said, though his tone was breathless and lacking in any negative emotions.

When Hawke is in range Fenris pulls him into a hot, hard kiss, feeling relaxed and pleased and nowhere near through with Hawke. He trails his hands up Hawke's chest to scratch through the hair there and tease at his nipples while he pushes one thigh up between Hawke's legs to rub against him.

The orgasm had really just taken the edge off, relieved Fenris of the tension in his form that had built up and leaving him relaxed and hungry for more. He breaks away from the kiss to bite at Hawke's jaw and whisper in his ear.

"I want you to fuck me."

Hawke giggles at his words, and at the slight tickling of Fenris's mouth on his jaw. It turns into a groan as Fenris brings his knee up between his legs and grinds into him, and his hips jerk into the contact.

"I bet," he says, between the kisses he leaves on his neck, "I can do something like that." He unfastens his belt and the front of his pants with one hand before pulling them down far enough to expose his erection. Pushing Fenris's legs apart, he wraps a hand around the base of his cock, and pushes the tip of it into him carefully. He's soft and tight around him, and sopping wet from his first orgasm, and Hawke pushes the rest of the way in, swearing quietly as he does.

"Oh sweet Maker," he groans, shuddering, "That's good."

"Shut up," Fenris grunts and then groans as Hawke pushes inside him, pushing his hips back into Hawke and pushing his legs as far open as he can manage.

"Yeah," Fenris agrees dazedly, his tattoos starting to glow again as they had dimmed after his orgasm, "Garrett," he breathes out, his hands going around Hawke's waist and then up either side of his spine, scratching lightly on the way back down. He's glad for that first orgasm, now, because the rush of urgency is gone and he can fully enjoy the warm weight of Hawke's body and the hard line of his cock pressing into him.

Hawke quickly starts to move inside him, his breath hitching as he starts to thrust slowly. His movements quickly grow more purposeful, and he braces himself on either side of Fenris to push himself in deeper.

"Fuck," he swears, panting lightly, slowing the pace down to avoid coming too soon. He wanted to make this last, in spite of his own desperation. He turns his face into Fenris's neck again and occupies himself by mouthing at the skin there.

Fenris gasps at the feel of Hawke moving inside him, his hips moving in tandem with Hawke's thrusts to get Hawke into him harder and deeper. He whines a little when Garrett slows down, his hands sliding down his back to grip his ass and encourage him to move faster.

He can feel Hawke's magic seeping into him, more intense now with Hawke inside him and slowly losing his grip on his control. It still seems strange that he should like it so much, feeling the tingle of magic under his skin, but this isn't just anyone's magic--it's Hawke's. His magic has the same gentle, soft charm as the man, and it makes sense that Fenris would like the feeling under his skin and above it at the same.

"Ah, Garrett, please," he pants, getting more caught up in the sensations, "Do it hard. I want to feel you."

Hawke groans, stifling himself by kissing Fenris deeply before doing as he said. His breaths are shaky and broken and he can feel himself coming undone at the seams, but he holds on for as long as he can, fucking into him as hard as he can bear.

"Fenris," he gasps, sitting up over him just enough to grip his hips, pulling him down with each thrust so he could push in deeper still, "Shit, Fenris."

Edited 2014-11-30 16:45 (UTC)

Fenris moans wildly, the pleasure taking him by surprise and stealing away his ability to care about anything but the sharp shocks of ecstasy that feel like they're shaking his very bones. He grips whatever parts of Hawke are closest, one hand clamping down over Hawke's on his hip, the other finding his thigh and digging his nails in.

He doesn't spare a thought for being quiet this time, too dizzy and delirious with pleasure to give a shit about waking anyone else up. He's glowing brightly now, writhing on the bed and pushing back into Hawke's thrusts, his moans peppered with swears in several different languages and Hawke's name.

"Please, please," Fenris gasps, not sure what he's pleading for but needing it all the same as he spirals towards completion.

Hawke can't hold out any longer, and he gives himself over to the orgasm, pushing himself as far into Fenris as he can , coming in spurts inside of him. He pulls out quickly once it's passed, replacing his cock with his hand quickly to make certain that Fenris got his as well, pushing three fingers inside him and moving them with as much force as he could muster. With his other hand he rubs Fenris's clit, working it in circles. He mumbles encouragement to him quietly as he continues gasping to catch his breath.

"Come on, Fenris," he breathes, "Come on."

Fenris shudders as he feels Hawke come inside him, making a broken noise when Hawke pulls out because he's close, so close-- But Hawke's fingers push inside him immediately and Fenris moans, working his hips down into Hawke's hands until he feels the wave of orgasm crest over him. His back arches straight up off the bed and his head tilts back with his mouth open in a silent scream as he shakes and quivers his way through an intense orgasm, his tattoos pulsing brightly in time with the thrust of Hawke's fingers.

He makes a high-pitched whine as the pleasure starts to recede, the tension leaving his body all at once and he drops back down onto the bed.

"Ohhhh fuck," he groans with feeling, his eyes opening a crack to look down at Hawke.

Hawke breathes a laugh before flopping himself down next to Fenris, throwing an arm across his chest after wiping his hands on his pants. He holds him tight, lazily kissing his jaw as he lies beside him.

"Still mad at me?" he asks, somewhat sheepishly in spite of his joking tone.

Fenris takes a deep breath and hums thoughtfully, tilting his head back to give Hawke better access.

"I suppose I can forgive you," Fenris says, too well sated and comfortable to even summon his usual prickly sarcasm, "But if you do it again I will punch you." Fenris smiles even as he says it, turning his face to kiss Hawke sweetly.

They lay there together for a while, catching their breath, until Isabela waltzes in without knocking. Fenris just glares at her without bothering to reach for the blanket.

"Come on, lovebirds, it's time for breakfast and I'm sick of dealing with Carver's foul mood because he was stuck in the room next to yours."

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