Re: M!Hawke bottoming
anonymous
March 16 2011, 06:51:47 UTC
I love the anons here *giggles* Varric is a fine choice indeed lol. I will now be watching this post like a hawk. Wow horrible pun. Then... Like A BAS!
I hereby second, third, fourth, and fifth this. Cuz I want it that bad heehee
Amantes Sunt Amentes (Lovers Are Lunatics) [1/?]
anonymous
March 16 2011, 15:08:43 UTC
So much for me being slow on this one. It just had to be written, I guess.
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"Are you sure about this, Hawke?" Fenris gasped out as Hawke began stripping his armor off him with nimble, strong fingers that were already learning their way around hidden buckles and buttons. The mage nipped sharply at the elf's bottom lip, baring the other man's torso and running his hands boldly over the lyrium-marked skin. A scrape of short, dull nails had Fenris arching back against the wall, a gleam of... of something lighting in his large green eyes. Resentment? Anger? Passion? All of the above, with a mage roughly handling his markings in such a way?
"Absolutely sure," Hawke growled his response, and was pleased to be shoved back by the former slave, hard enough to make him stumble several steps away before the lithe elf closed the distance again, pushing even more. The backs of his knees hit the edge of the bed, and Hawke collapsed onto his back in a tangle of half-undone robes and the sound of tearing fabric. Fenris was on him in a heartbeat,
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Amantes Sunt Amentes (Lovers Are Lunatics) [2/2]
anonymous
March 16 2011, 15:09:54 UTC
And still, Fenris hesitated, his hands gripping Hawke's hips hard enough to bruise but... he didn't move. Didn't line himself up, didn't thrust. He was so hard and heavy against the mage's ass that he almost swore he could get off just rubbing back against it. And he hadn't lied about thickness... it had been a pleasant surprise to find that the man's lithe build did not guarantee any such thing below.
"Fenris!" Hawke gasped, clawing at the bedding beneath them, shoving back hard enough to almost unbalance the man leaning over his back. "You son of a bitch, fuck me!" The desperation in his voice was raw even to his own ears, and it earned him a broken moan from above. Fenris gripped his hips hard enough that the bones in his hands probably creaked, the other man bowing low over Hawke's back until his hair brushed the mage's shoulderblades
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Or by Varric.
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I hereby second, third, fourth, and fifth this. Cuz I want it that bad heehee
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Does Fenris pounding a m!mage Hawke have appeal~?
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DO U YOU EVEN NEED TO ASK?? *fans self*
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May end up being a touch slow while I juggle other projects, but this is a damn smokin idea. It'll get done. As will mageHawke!
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HEE.
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*types lots* Apparently domineering Fenris is inspiring!
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"Are you sure about this, Hawke?" Fenris gasped out as Hawke began stripping his armor off him with nimble, strong fingers that were already learning their way around hidden buckles and buttons. The mage nipped sharply at the elf's bottom lip, baring the other man's torso and running his hands boldly over the lyrium-marked skin. A scrape of short, dull nails had Fenris arching back against the wall, a gleam of... of something lighting in his large green eyes. Resentment? Anger? Passion? All of the above, with a mage roughly handling his markings in such a way?
"Absolutely sure," Hawke growled his response, and was pleased to be shoved back by the former slave, hard enough to make him stumble several steps away before the lithe elf closed the distance again, pushing even more. The backs of his knees hit the edge of the bed, and Hawke collapsed onto his back in a tangle of half-undone robes and the sound of tearing fabric. Fenris was on him in a heartbeat, ( ... )
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"Fenris!" Hawke gasped, clawing at the bedding beneath them, shoving back hard enough to almost unbalance the man leaning over his back. "You son of a bitch, fuck me!" The desperation in his voice was raw even to his own ears, and it earned him a broken moan from above. Fenris gripped his hips hard enough that the bones in his hands probably creaked, the other man bowing low over Hawke's back until his hair brushed the mage's shoulderblades ( ... )
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(Anon approval +1 bajillion)
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