Re: Burn like battle (part 2/?)
anonymous
May 3 2011, 19:49:15 UTC
((Oh, let me just apologize now for that title. I almost made a joke about Andraste but refrained, as that's more appropriate for Sebastian fanfiction.))
A little while later found Fenris and Garrett stumbling into Garrett's bedroom; groping and kissing and forgetting how to walk because of it. Fenris was kind enough to have tossed his horribly spiky armor into a corner prior to this (fabulous) make-out session, and Garrett was grateful, as it allowed him to shamelessly grab and squeeze wherever he liked. And Garrett did love squeezing.
He eventually tore his hands away from Fenris' thighs long enough to fiddle with the elf's coat, hands practically useless as he was pushed back toward his bed. He did eventually peel the coat off of Fenris' shoulders, but the back of his knees bumped the bed and gave out, and he flopped backwards into his covers.
Fenris tossed him the most delicious smirk, all confidence and appetite, tossing his coat aside before crawling up Garrett's body, pulling open the smoking jacket and shirt Garret wore as he went along. He held himself up by the arms and leaned down to kiss the man beneath him, who happily returned the favor with an open-mouthed chuckle.
The kiss was wet and deep, and the two found themselves hard-pressed to care if there was the occasional grazing of teeth. Fenris reveled in the kiss, curling his fingers into the bed and grinding his hips against Garrett's. Garrett was more than happy to continue kissing and rutting against each other like teenagers, but he had bigger plans. "Stand--" he was cut off by Fenris nibbling on his lower lip. "Er, kneel... up. Like... up."
Fenris sat back on his haunches over Garrett's waist, somehow able to decipher his babbling. Garrett grabbed him by the hips and pulled him forward, Fenris' legs now on either side of his chest. He reached up and tugged Fenris' all-too-tight pants (leggings?) below his hips, maybe popping a seam or two in his eagerness. Fenris sighed in relief: they were just starting to get uncomfortable. Garrett didn't waste time (never did) and leaned forward, taking Fenris' half-hard cock in his mouth with the same impatience he did everything. He dragged his tongue lazily along the underside of his shaft as Fenris fisted one hand in Garrett's hair and ran the other along Garrett's chest.
Garrett tasted lyrium, and he would never tell Fenris that half the reason he enjoyed giving him head so much was that the swirling tattoos felt so awesome on his tongue. His nose brushed Fenris' hip and the elf shuddered despite himself, tugging at Garrett's head, trying to pull him even closer.
Garrett resisted the urge to smirk, instead pulling off of Fenris with a wet and wholly indecent noise. A bit of saliva stuck to the head of Fenris' shaft, but it was a wonderfully erotic kind of messy. Fenris made an unhappy face at the short length of his blowjob, but Hawke gave him a reassuring smirk and patted his ass. Fenris took the hint and scooted over so his lover could reach beside the bed and dig around in The Dresser.
The Dresser was really more of a nightstand, filled to the brim with all manner of ludicrous items that only sexual deviants would have use for. Fenris wasn't entirely sure on the specifics, but then again he didn't really want to know how far Hawke's fetishes stretched. Not yet, at least. They were doing too well.
Fortunately for Fenris, all Hawke retrieved from The Dresser was a thin, clean metal rod, just a few inches in length. Fenris did not believe himself so fortunate, and made a move to protest, but Garrett shushed him with a finger. "I'd never hurt you," he said, with such sincere confidence that Fenris actually believed him.
He also made a mental note to ask if Hawke had been reading Isabella's novels, but that was for another time.
Burn like battle (part 3/?)
anonymous
May 3 2011, 20:54:28 UTC
((Not entirely sure if I'll manage to get the bondage in here... I apologize in advance if I don't, because there's nothing more awesome than bondage and sounding.))
Garrett maneuvered Fenris until the elf sat sprawled against the pillows and headboard, wonderfully exposed. The lyrium in his skin stood out in the modest lighting of Garrett's bedroom, giving him that other-worldly look that made Hawke home in on him like a... hawk.
(Garett made a mental note to save that pun for later, as well.)
Fenris was all too aware of being stared at, and shifted uncomfortably beneath Garrett's gaze. Garrett snapped out of it and straddled Fenris' long legs, holding the rod up before Fenris' mouth.
"Slicken it up," he muttered, voice thick. Fenris obliged, opening his mouth and taking the thin rod in, sliding his tongue along it, liking the smooth feel and metallic taste. Garrett watched him with half-lidded eyes, unable to contain his smirks. Fenris didn't seem to mind being watched, so long as he was doing something. To lay there and be stared at felt strange.
Finally, Garrett slowly pulled the properly-slicked rod from Fenris' mouth, letting out a sound of amusement when Fenris bit the end of it in mock retaliation.
"Ready?" Garrett asked, gripping Fenris by the base of his cock. Fenris idly rolled his hips in what Garrett assumed was an answer, submitting to whatever horrible, unforgiving torture Garrett was surely about to inflict as the wine (or "liquid courage" as Varric so eloquently put it) began to kick in. Well, that was Fenris' excuse, anyway, and he was sticking to it, Hawke's corny promises be damned.
Garrett gave him three good, long strokes before positioning the still-dripping rod atop the small hole in Fenris' tip, then sliding it in.
Fenris did not find it nearly as mind blowing as Garrett had described it. "Take it out," he hissed, gripping at Hawke's shoulder. Garret just rolled his eyes.
"That's what you said when I took you from behind the first time," he said. "That exact same tone, too." Fenris' face was flushed with one of two things: embarrassment or rage, and Hawke secretly hoped it was the former.
Actually, it was a bit of both. Hawke was absolutely correct, and Fenris knew it, and that didn't matter because he had a piece of metal in his urethra and it was uncomfortable, damn it!
Then Garrett slid the rod up and almost out, leaving barely an inch in. Fenris couldn't stop the moan that slipped from his lips at the utterly new feeling the moving rod brought. Garret moaned right back, as if Fenris' noises were enough to get him off. And they probably were, the pervert. Fenris' hand moved from Garrett's shoulder to his face, cupping his cheek and just feeling his beard, before slipping down to grab at the back of his neck. Garrett took that as a cue that Fenris was getting over the initial discomfort of sounding, and he slid the rod just a few inches back in, tightening his grip around the base of Fenris' cock just slightly. Fenris gasped, even though he saw it coming. It was like being filled up in an entirely different way; a sweet pressure that made him want to buck up into Garrett's hands. The hand on the base of his shaft suddenly left, coming up to his mouth. Garrett slipped two fingers in between Fenris' lips, carefully twisting the rod in his other hand. Fenris shuddered beneath him, curling his tattooed toes. Garrett growled in approval as Fenris sucked hard on his fingers, his tongue massaging each one. Garrett was suddenly very aware of the fact that he was still wearing pants, and mumbled to Fenris to remedy that. The elf did as suggested and tugged Hawke's waistband down below the curve of his buttocks, pinching Garrett's cheek playfully.
Who could've known that Fenris was such a mischievous thing in bed? Hopefully, only Garrett and the Maker.
Burn like battle (part 4a/?)
anonymous
May 4 2011, 20:35:30 UTC
((Wow! Writeanon is so very thrilled by the feedback, as I was frightened it would be less sexy and more... silly. Good to know it can still pull some proverbial levers. Funfact: This anon is oddly fond of the word "cock" and said it out loud several times while writing it, simply because I enjoy the sound of it.))
Garrett managed to reluctantly pull his fingers from Fenris' mouth, though the way Fenris followed them almost made him stick them back in. He patted Fenris' thigh with his free hand, and Fenris took the hint, bending his legs at the knee and spreading them slightly. Garrett slipped in between his legs and brushed a wet finger against Fenris' entrance.
"Agh!" Fenris protested. Hawke furrowed his brow in a very "what could it possibly be now?" expression.
"Cold," Fenris gasped, though he was prevented from saying anything else when Hawke gave the rod a twist and a tug, causing Fenris to choke on his sentence.
Garrett took this opportunity to push his finger in. Spit only worked so well, after all, so better to catch Fenris off-guard. Fenris experienced something very strange when Hawke managed to slip his finger in to the knuckle: a strong, pleasurable pressure that once again made him suck in a gasp. Much to Fenris' (later) dismay, Garrett only had to move the tiniest bit to make Fenris' entire body shudder.
But it wasn't enough.
It was like holding back a steadily-building tide of water. Garrett's small, teasing pokes and twists and prods feel good, but they only add to the pressure. Fenris is not going to be toyed with.
"Stop your playing," he somehow managed to growl out, even though Hawke curled that finger and shamelessly twisted it inside of him. The spasm and curl of Fenris' fingers and toes is involuntary, but he has to release what he's feeling somehow. Fenris' irritation is met with a laugh.
"Didn't you say I should take what I want?" Garret had the nerve to chuckle, pulling the rod almost completely out, then slipping it in again and relishing in Fenris' squirms.
"Precisely," Fenris gasped quickly, mouth clumsy around his words. "So that... means hurry up and take me."
"No."
"I beg your... what? What's the matter?"
"Maybe I don't want you, yet."
"'Maybe'?! What is th--" Fenris was cut off by a kiss, and then Hawke's damnable hands left him entirely. Garrett leaned over and tugged his sash free from his robe, then tossed the garment back on the floor.
"Hands up," he said simply. Fenris, confused, brought his arms up. Garrett wrapped the sash around his wrists once, twice, three times, and then knotted it off.
"Is there a point to this?" Fenris was beyond irritated by Garrett's little games, now, and he couldn't even tell where the man was going with this one.
"You don't talk to Isabella as much as I thought you did," was all Hawke said in reply. He gripped Fenris by his bound wrists, then positioned himself before Fenris' barely-slicked hole. One finger was hardly preparation, but Fenris seemed to want it rough, so Garrett would (happily) play along.
Burn like battle (part 4b/?)
anonymous
May 4 2011, 20:36:12 UTC
He took himself by the shaft with his free hand and pressed into Fenris, who-- Maker-- might have been just a little too tight... assuming there was such a thing as "too tight". It took a bit of pushing to get in all the way, but with the way Fenris writhed with every inch, it was time well-spent. Garrett watched with arousal and amusement as the rod in Fenris' cock reflected the elf's tattoos, glistening.
(Garrett made a mental note to tell Isabella that Fenris does, in fact, glisten for him.)
His hips met Fenris', and it drew a groan out of the both of them. Fenris squirmed against Garrett's grip on his wrists, wriggling his hips in an effort to relieve that pressure in his groin. Garrett's cock was so deep in there, so wonderfully deep, and the metal rod was doing its part in making Fenris realize what it felt like to be so absolutely penetrated. If only Hawke wasn't being so damn still and just watching Fenris squirm, with that damnable smile on his face. Garrett placed his free hand on Fenris' hip, dangerously close to his (aching) penis, and began to slowly thrust at an agonizing pace.
Fenris thought Garrett was teasing him, and he was, but he was also dragging it out because of how rare the moment was. It was their own space in time; no friends, no enemies, no politics, no interruptions. Garrett was focused, Fenris was distracted, and it was beautiful. For once, the elf wasn't being crushed by the boulder on his shoulder, and Hawke was allowed to be completely and totally selfish.
Plus, Fenris just looked so damn precious with his legs spread and his mouth open. Probably the best part.
Re: Burn like battle (part 4b/?)
anonymous
May 4 2011, 20:42:00 UTC
Sorry about posting such a small part, but Livejournal doth protest too much about my text limit. Going to feed, give the dog a walk and then return to add more. This is... turning into a rather long sex scene.
Burn like battle (part 5/?)
anonymous
May 4 2011, 22:59:35 UTC
((I'm beyond flattered by the feedback! Writeranon is quite the paranoid one, and has read so many wonderful stories that I was worried I wouldn't quite live up to expectations. Glad to see I am retiring some anons to their bunks.))
Garrett finally got enough of teasing Fenris, but took one last moment to savor him, moving his hand from Fenris' hip to cup his cheek. Fenris looked confused by the very un-Hawkelike gesture, but the hand was back to gripping his hip just as quickly as he'd noticed it. That was fine. Questions could come later.
Garrett wrapped an arm around the small of Fenris' back and lifted him up. With some maneuvering, he managed to get Fenris facing away from him- both men resting on their haunches- without having to pull out.
His hands once again free, Garrett held Fenris' bound wrists above their heads and did a reach-around. He grabbed Fenris by the base of the cock and slowly stroked up, tugging foreskin and lyrium and making Fenris moan far too loud.
Then Garrett started thrusting again, and it was all downhill from there.
Fenris couldn't keep his mouth shut. He tried to, but each thrust of Hawke's hip was met with a stroke of his cock, and it made it so hard to. He felt Hawke's breath on his ear, smelled sex, tasted sweat, and Hawke was inside him and fucking him and neither man gave a damn how loud he was being. Garrett was being careful with his strokes, trying his best to match Fenris' bucking. But Fenris was getting erratic, adoring the way the rod slid around inside of him with each pump of Garrett's hands. The pressure was growing, swelling and twisting in the bottom of his gut. Garrett loved the hot and heavy feel of Fenris in his hands, slick and velvety from sex and lyrium. He dug his feet into the bed and thrust harder, hips smacking against Fenris' (sweet, sweet) ass and making the most obscene rhythm. He panted the Maker's name against the point of Fenris' ear, and felt the elf's entire body shudder sweetly in response.
((I hate to be a cockblock, but I must run along to softball. It's over in about an hour and a half.))
Burn like battle (part 5b/?)
anonymous
May 5 2011, 02:04:31 UTC
((Just dropped my iPod in the toilet. fml. Luckily, writing Dragon Age 2 slash seems to be the perfect remedy for even the most furious of rages.))
Garrett's occupied hand was starting to feel wet, either from sweat or precum or both, and Fenris was starting to tense. The elf's breaths came out in shakes and stutters, his taught belly contracting and his long back arching. Garrett knew the signs of a Fenris close to completion, and he was more than happy to help egg him along.
He pushed Fenris forward into a kneeling position rather unceremoniously, bending forward slightly so as to not pull the poor man's arms out of their sockets as he clung tighter to Fenris' wrists. Hawke held Fenris' arms up high, but was sure to keep him doubled over with his own weight. Fenris seemed to rather enjoy this new position, as it allowed Garrett to take him harder and faster, and that was exactly what he had been crying out for. The pressure spread along his groin and torso, burning, becoming almost too heavy to bear. His moans and sighs turned into pants and sobs as Garrett refused to stop jerking him, but also refused to remove the rod and let him come. Garrett's own movements were becoming somewhat desperate; a selfish man by nature, he began to pound into Fenris with one goal in mind: completion. He tugged at Fenris' arms, and Fenris sat up ever-so-slightly; unwittingly tightening his (sweet, tight, little amazing) body around Garrett. Garrett tilted his head back and groaned, and all it took was one more snap of his hips to utterly end him. He pressed his hips flush to Fenris' and came inside, causing Fenris to twitch and moan beneath him.
Normally, Garrett would've called this nap time, but Fenris was still hard and practically dripping. Garrett wasn't that cruel.
He didn't pull out, instead he stopped stroking Fenris to grip the tip of the metal rod in Fenris' prick. He slipped it out, listened to his lover sigh out a broken "Hawke, I--" and slipped it back in to barely hear "--don't stop." He rolled his hips once more and Fenris shivered against the feeling of being wrong-- he hadn't believed he could have been any more full than he was before Hawke had finished, but apparently that wasn't so.
Garrett pulled out, once again flipping Fenris onto his back, much to the elf's irritation. The irritation was, of course, short lived when Hawke began sliding the metal rod in and out of Fenris' cock as he licked up the markings on his thighs and hips. This was too much.
"Hawke, enough," Fenris choked. "Enough!"
Garrett finally relented, slipping the rod out and licking up the vein of his shaft. Fenris tensed again, muscles shaking, and one long, languid final lick made him spill himself onto Garrett's face and hair.
Burn like battle (part 6/6) COMPLETE
anonymous
May 5 2011, 02:05:28 UTC
Fenris fell back as Hawke released his wrists, both men panting. Garrett made a bit of a face at the semen in his beard, but figured it was a small price to pay for seeing Fenris so completely open and relaxed, sprawled across his bed and sticky with sweat and come. Fenris did not miss the fact that he was being stared at (again) and frowned, sitting up and unfortunately ruining the image Garret was trying so hard to burn into the back of his mind.
"We need to talk," Fenris said, pants still lacing his speech. Garrett groaned.
"Way to kill the romance," he muttered, wiping his sticky face on a blanket. Fenris pretended not to hear that.
"Earlier, you made a promise," he said steadily, looking into Hawke's eyes through sweat-soaked bangs. "I need to know that you meant it."
Garrett took a moment, confused. He sifted through the numerous things he'd moaned, shouted and sighed just moments ago. Then it dawned on him. Oh. That. "I'm drawing a bit of a blank," he said, sounding falsely apologetic. "Was it 'Oh, yeah, baby, don't you dare loosen up'?"
"No, I--"
"'You're the tightest little hole I've ever fucked'?"
"Hawke," Fenris growled. "Garrett."
Garrett chuckled, but straightened up as Fenris looked a little bothered about not being taken seriously. Garrett didn't mean to laugh at Fenris, but the last time they'd had post-coital talk it hadn't... ended well. "I know what you're talking about," he said quietly, idly walking his fingers along Fenris' arm until he could entwine his fingers in Fenris'. Fenris flinched, but didn't move away. Progress. "I love you," Garrett said, voice certain. Unwavering. "I know sex probably isn't the greatest way to prove it, but I'm glad you trusted me enough to do this and... so on."
Fenris blinked, then nodded. "It's enough, Hawke. For me, to know. That's all I need from you."
They were both so awkward with their words, tripping over their feelings. They were (literally) naked, without their shields of snark and anger, and it was suddenly so complicated.
Garrett could only stay vulnerable for so long.
"Well, now that we're ready to be married," he sighed out after a moment of thoughtful silence. "Want a sandwich?"
((And that's the lot of it! Longest porn scene writeranon has ever written, hands down. Enjoy, anons! [Hope OP is happy with it!]))
A little while later found Fenris and Garrett stumbling into Garrett's bedroom; groping and kissing and forgetting how to walk because of it. Fenris was kind enough to have tossed his horribly spiky armor into a corner prior to this (fabulous) make-out session, and Garrett was grateful, as it allowed him to shamelessly grab and squeeze wherever he liked. And Garrett did love squeezing.
He eventually tore his hands away from Fenris' thighs long enough to fiddle with the elf's coat, hands practically useless as he was pushed back toward his bed. He did eventually peel the coat off of Fenris' shoulders, but the back of his knees bumped the bed and gave out, and he flopped backwards into his covers.
Fenris tossed him the most delicious smirk, all confidence and appetite, tossing his coat aside before crawling up Garrett's body, pulling open the smoking jacket and shirt Garret wore as he went along. He held himself up by the arms and leaned down to kiss the man beneath him, who happily returned the favor with an open-mouthed chuckle.
The kiss was wet and deep, and the two found themselves hard-pressed to care if there was the occasional grazing of teeth. Fenris reveled in the kiss, curling his fingers into the bed and grinding his hips against Garrett's. Garrett was more than happy to continue kissing and rutting against each other like teenagers, but he had bigger plans.
"Stand--" he was cut off by Fenris nibbling on his lower lip. "Er, kneel... up. Like... up."
Fenris sat back on his haunches over Garrett's waist, somehow able to decipher his babbling. Garrett grabbed him by the hips and pulled him forward, Fenris' legs now on either side of his chest. He reached up and tugged Fenris' all-too-tight pants (leggings?) below his hips, maybe popping a seam or two in his eagerness. Fenris sighed in relief: they were just starting to get uncomfortable.
Garrett didn't waste time (never did) and leaned forward, taking Fenris' half-hard cock in his mouth with the same impatience he did everything. He dragged his tongue lazily along the underside of his shaft as Fenris fisted one hand in Garrett's hair and ran the other along Garrett's chest.
Garrett tasted lyrium, and he would never tell Fenris that half the reason he enjoyed giving him head so much was that the swirling tattoos felt so awesome on his tongue. His nose brushed Fenris' hip and the elf shuddered despite himself, tugging at Garrett's head, trying to pull him even closer.
Garrett resisted the urge to smirk, instead pulling off of Fenris with a wet and wholly indecent noise. A bit of saliva stuck to the head of Fenris' shaft, but it was a wonderfully erotic kind of messy. Fenris made an unhappy face at the short length of his blowjob, but Hawke gave him a reassuring smirk and patted his ass. Fenris took the hint and scooted over so his lover could reach beside the bed and dig around in The Dresser.
The Dresser was really more of a nightstand, filled to the brim with all manner of ludicrous items that only sexual deviants would have use for. Fenris wasn't entirely sure on the specifics, but then again he didn't really want to know how far Hawke's fetishes stretched. Not yet, at least. They were doing too well.
Fortunately for Fenris, all Hawke retrieved from The Dresser was a thin, clean metal rod, just a few inches in length.
Fenris did not believe himself so fortunate, and made a move to protest, but Garrett shushed him with a finger.
"I'd never hurt you," he said, with such sincere confidence that Fenris actually believed him.
He also made a mental note to ask if Hawke had been reading Isabella's novels, but that was for another time.
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Garrett maneuvered Fenris until the elf sat sprawled against the pillows and headboard, wonderfully exposed. The lyrium in his skin stood out in the modest lighting of Garrett's bedroom, giving him that other-worldly look that made Hawke home in on him like a... hawk.
(Garett made a mental note to save that pun for later, as well.)
Fenris was all too aware of being stared at, and shifted uncomfortably beneath Garrett's gaze. Garrett snapped out of it and straddled Fenris' long legs, holding the rod up before Fenris' mouth.
"Slicken it up," he muttered, voice thick. Fenris obliged, opening his mouth and taking the thin rod in, sliding his tongue along it, liking the smooth feel and metallic taste. Garrett watched him with half-lidded eyes, unable to contain his smirks.
Fenris didn't seem to mind being watched, so long as he was doing something. To lay there and be stared at felt strange.
Finally, Garrett slowly pulled the properly-slicked rod from Fenris' mouth, letting out a sound of amusement when Fenris bit the end of it in mock retaliation.
"Ready?" Garrett asked, gripping Fenris by the base of his cock. Fenris idly rolled his hips in what Garrett assumed was an answer, submitting to whatever horrible, unforgiving torture Garrett was surely about to inflict as the wine (or "liquid courage" as Varric so eloquently put it) began to kick in.
Well, that was Fenris' excuse, anyway, and he was sticking to it, Hawke's corny promises be damned.
Garrett gave him three good, long strokes before positioning the still-dripping rod atop the small hole in Fenris' tip, then sliding it in.
Fenris did not find it nearly as mind blowing as Garrett had described it.
"Take it out," he hissed, gripping at Hawke's shoulder. Garret just rolled his eyes.
"That's what you said when I took you from behind the first time," he said. "That exact same tone, too."
Fenris' face was flushed with one of two things: embarrassment or rage, and Hawke secretly hoped it was the former.
Actually, it was a bit of both. Hawke was absolutely correct, and Fenris knew it, and that didn't matter because he had a piece of metal in his urethra and it was uncomfortable, damn it!
Then Garrett slid the rod up and almost out, leaving barely an inch in. Fenris couldn't stop the moan that slipped from his lips at the utterly new feeling the moving rod brought. Garret moaned right back, as if Fenris' noises were enough to get him off. And they probably were, the pervert.
Fenris' hand moved from Garrett's shoulder to his face, cupping his cheek and just feeling his beard, before slipping down to grab at the back of his neck. Garrett took that as a cue that Fenris was getting over the initial discomfort of sounding, and he slid the rod just a few inches back in, tightening his grip around the base of Fenris' cock just slightly.
Fenris gasped, even though he saw it coming. It was like being filled up in an entirely different way; a sweet pressure that made him want to buck up into Garrett's hands. The hand on the base of his shaft suddenly left, coming up to his mouth. Garrett slipped two fingers in between Fenris' lips, carefully twisting the rod in his other hand. Fenris shuddered beneath him, curling his tattooed toes.
Garrett growled in approval as Fenris sucked hard on his fingers, his tongue massaging each one. Garrett was suddenly very aware of the fact that he was still wearing pants, and mumbled to Fenris to remedy that. The elf did as suggested and tugged Hawke's waistband down below the curve of his buttocks, pinching Garrett's cheek playfully.
Who could've known that Fenris was such a mischievous thing in bed?
Hopefully, only Garrett and the Maker.
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Funfact: This anon is oddly fond of the word "cock" and said it out loud several times while writing it, simply because I enjoy the sound of it.))
Garrett managed to reluctantly pull his fingers from Fenris' mouth, though the way Fenris followed them almost made him stick them back in. He patted Fenris' thigh with his free hand, and Fenris took the hint, bending his legs at the knee and spreading them slightly. Garrett slipped in between his legs and brushed a wet finger against Fenris' entrance.
"Agh!" Fenris protested. Hawke furrowed his brow in a very "what could it possibly be now?" expression.
"Cold," Fenris gasped, though he was prevented from saying anything else when Hawke gave the rod a twist and a tug, causing Fenris to choke on his sentence.
Garrett took this opportunity to push his finger in. Spit only worked so well, after all, so better to catch Fenris off-guard.
Fenris experienced something very strange when Hawke managed to slip his finger in to the knuckle: a strong, pleasurable pressure that once again made him suck in a gasp. Much to Fenris' (later) dismay, Garrett only had to move the tiniest bit to make Fenris' entire body shudder.
But it wasn't enough.
It was like holding back a steadily-building tide of water. Garrett's small, teasing pokes and twists and prods feel good, but they only add to the pressure. Fenris is not going to be toyed with.
"Stop your playing," he somehow managed to growl out, even though Hawke curled that finger and shamelessly twisted it inside of him. The spasm and curl of Fenris' fingers and toes is involuntary, but he has to release what he's feeling somehow.
Fenris' irritation is met with a laugh.
"Didn't you say I should take what I want?" Garret had the nerve to chuckle, pulling the rod almost completely out, then slipping it in again and relishing in Fenris' squirms.
"Precisely," Fenris gasped quickly, mouth clumsy around his words. "So that... means hurry up and take me."
"No."
"I beg your... what? What's the matter?"
"Maybe I don't want you, yet."
"'Maybe'?! What is th--"
Fenris was cut off by a kiss, and then Hawke's damnable hands left him entirely. Garrett leaned over and tugged his sash free from his robe, then tossed the garment back on the floor.
"Hands up," he said simply. Fenris, confused, brought his arms up. Garrett wrapped the sash around his wrists once, twice, three times, and then knotted it off.
"Is there a point to this?" Fenris was beyond irritated by Garrett's little games, now, and he couldn't even tell where the man was going with this one.
"You don't talk to Isabella as much as I thought you did," was all Hawke said in reply. He gripped Fenris by his bound wrists, then positioned himself before Fenris' barely-slicked hole. One finger was hardly preparation, but Fenris seemed to want it rough, so Garrett would (happily) play along.
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(Garrett made a mental note to tell Isabella that Fenris does, in fact, glisten for him.)
His hips met Fenris', and it drew a groan out of the both of them. Fenris squirmed against Garrett's grip on his wrists, wriggling his hips in an effort to relieve that pressure in his groin.
Garrett's cock was so deep in there, so wonderfully deep, and the metal rod was doing its part in making Fenris realize what it felt like to be so absolutely penetrated. If only Hawke wasn't being so damn still and just watching Fenris squirm, with that damnable smile on his face. Garrett placed his free hand on Fenris' hip, dangerously close to his (aching) penis, and began to slowly thrust at an agonizing pace.
Fenris thought Garrett was teasing him, and he was, but he was also dragging it out because of how rare the moment was. It was their own space in time; no friends, no enemies, no politics, no interruptions. Garrett was focused, Fenris was distracted, and it was beautiful.
For once, the elf wasn't being crushed by the boulder on his shoulder, and Hawke was allowed to be completely and totally selfish.
Plus, Fenris just looked so damn precious with his legs spread and his mouth open. Probably the best part.
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Going to feed, give the dog a walk and then return to add more. This is... turning into a rather long sex scene.
(Writeranon is awfully fond of italics.)
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Garrett finally got enough of teasing Fenris, but took one last moment to savor him, moving his hand from Fenris' hip to cup his cheek. Fenris looked confused by the very un-Hawkelike gesture, but the hand was back to gripping his hip just as quickly as he'd noticed it. That was fine. Questions could come later.
Garrett wrapped an arm around the small of Fenris' back and lifted him up. With some maneuvering, he managed to get Fenris facing away from him- both men resting on their haunches- without having to pull out.
His hands once again free, Garrett held Fenris' bound wrists above their heads and did a reach-around. He grabbed Fenris by the base of the cock and slowly stroked up, tugging foreskin and lyrium and making Fenris moan far too loud.
Then Garrett started thrusting again, and it was all downhill from there.
Fenris couldn't keep his mouth shut. He tried to, but each thrust of Hawke's hip was met with a stroke of his cock, and it made it so hard to. He felt Hawke's breath on his ear, smelled sex, tasted sweat, and Hawke was inside him and fucking him and neither man gave a damn how loud he was being.
Garrett was being careful with his strokes, trying his best to match Fenris' bucking. But Fenris was getting erratic, adoring the way the rod slid around inside of him with each pump of Garrett's hands. The pressure was growing, swelling and twisting in the bottom of his gut.
Garrett loved the hot and heavy feel of Fenris in his hands, slick and velvety from sex and lyrium. He dug his feet into the bed and thrust harder, hips smacking against Fenris' (sweet, sweet) ass and making the most obscene rhythm. He panted the Maker's name against the point of Fenris' ear, and felt the elf's entire body shudder sweetly in response.
((I hate to be a cockblock, but I must run along to softball. It's over in about an hour and a half.))
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Garrett's occupied hand was starting to feel wet, either from sweat or precum or both, and Fenris was starting to tense. The elf's breaths came out in shakes and stutters, his taught belly contracting and his long back arching. Garrett knew the signs of a Fenris close to completion, and he was more than happy to help egg him along.
He pushed Fenris forward into a kneeling position rather unceremoniously, bending forward slightly so as to not pull the poor man's arms out of their sockets as he clung tighter to Fenris' wrists. Hawke held Fenris' arms up high, but was sure to keep him doubled over with his own weight.
Fenris seemed to rather enjoy this new position, as it allowed Garrett to take him harder and faster, and that was exactly what he had been crying out for.
The pressure spread along his groin and torso, burning, becoming almost too heavy to bear. His moans and sighs turned into pants and sobs as Garrett refused to stop jerking him, but also refused to remove the rod and let him come.
Garrett's own movements were becoming somewhat desperate; a selfish man by nature, he began to pound into Fenris with one goal in mind: completion.
He tugged at Fenris' arms, and Fenris sat up ever-so-slightly; unwittingly tightening his (sweet, tight, little amazing) body around Garrett. Garrett tilted his head back and groaned, and all it took was one more snap of his hips to utterly end him. He pressed his hips flush to Fenris' and came inside, causing Fenris to twitch and moan beneath him.
Normally, Garrett would've called this nap time, but Fenris was still hard and practically dripping. Garrett wasn't that cruel.
He didn't pull out, instead he stopped stroking Fenris to grip the tip of the metal rod in Fenris' prick. He slipped it out, listened to his lover sigh out a broken "Hawke, I--" and slipped it back in to barely hear "--don't stop."
He rolled his hips once more and Fenris shivered against the feeling of being wrong-- he hadn't believed he could have been any more full than he was before Hawke had finished, but apparently that wasn't so.
Garrett pulled out, once again flipping Fenris onto his back, much to the elf's irritation.
The irritation was, of course, short lived when Hawke began sliding the metal rod in and out of Fenris' cock as he licked up the markings on his thighs and hips. This was too much.
"Hawke, enough," Fenris choked. "Enough!"
Garrett finally relented, slipping the rod out and licking up the vein of his shaft. Fenris tensed again, muscles shaking, and one long, languid final lick made him spill himself onto Garrett's face and hair.
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Fenris did not miss the fact that he was being stared at (again) and frowned, sitting up and unfortunately ruining the image Garret was trying so hard to burn into the back of his mind.
"We need to talk," Fenris said, pants still lacing his speech. Garrett groaned.
"Way to kill the romance," he muttered, wiping his sticky face on a blanket. Fenris pretended not to hear that.
"Earlier, you made a promise," he said steadily, looking into Hawke's eyes through sweat-soaked bangs. "I need to know that you meant it."
Garrett took a moment, confused. He sifted through the numerous things he'd moaned, shouted and sighed just moments ago.
Then it dawned on him.
Oh. That.
"I'm drawing a bit of a blank," he said, sounding falsely apologetic. "Was it 'Oh, yeah, baby, don't you dare loosen up'?"
"No, I--"
"'You're the tightest little hole I've ever fucked'?"
"Hawke," Fenris growled. "Garrett."
Garrett chuckled, but straightened up as Fenris looked a little bothered about not being taken seriously.
Garrett didn't mean to laugh at Fenris, but the last time they'd had post-coital talk it hadn't... ended well.
"I know what you're talking about," he said quietly, idly walking his fingers along Fenris' arm until he could entwine his fingers in Fenris'.
Fenris flinched, but didn't move away. Progress.
"I love you," Garrett said, voice certain. Unwavering. "I know sex probably isn't the greatest way to prove it, but I'm glad you trusted me enough to do this and... so on."
Fenris blinked, then nodded.
"It's enough, Hawke. For me, to know. That's all I need from you."
They were both so awkward with their words, tripping over their feelings. They were (literally) naked, without their shields of snark and anger, and it was suddenly so complicated.
Garrett could only stay vulnerable for so long.
"Well, now that we're ready to be married," he sighed out after a moment of thoughtful silence. "Want a sandwich?"
((And that's the lot of it! Longest porn scene writeranon has ever written, hands down. Enjoy, anons! [Hope OP is happy with it!]))
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GUH.
not!OP will be in her bunk...and reading this again.
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Now back to our regularly scheduled kink.
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