Hawke's teeth were on his chest, biting down hard, pulling, and every time his nails caught Fenris's other nipple his breath caught in another pathetic whimper.
Dimly, Fenris was aware that he should not be here. Not like this. Doing this. He had ended this. And yet, here he was, spider's silk binding him in place, legs spread wide and vulnerable, arms bound powerless at his sides.
Feverish and hot. Hawke's teeth moved to his throat, gently marking his jugular while Hawke's hands continued to tease his nipples, twisting, pulling "Ah!" making his dick jump "AH!"
But never enough to reach that incredible height they'd hit their first night, as if his body were afraid to let him relive such a perfect experience. After the first hour, he was shaking, tired, covered in his own sweat. His inability to pull away from the spiderweb was beginning to crawl in, making him frightened of what it might mean.
When he could focus enough through the haze of lust to speak, he was oddly thrilled by the weak quality of his own voice, quavering on the edge of begging for mercy. "Hawke, wh-"
Hawke simply growled, sliding his hands down Fenris's belly, squeezing until he gasped in a bit of pain. The ribbon tied at the base of Fenris's cock was painfully tight. He wanted friction, desperately, but Hawke wouldn't touch him there.
"Where are-?"
Silencing him with a biting kiss, Hawke growled softly, beastlike in his determination. He crawled up the length of Fenris, something small flashing in his right hand, and when his cock was hanging above Fenris's head, he stopped.
"Are we-- Am I dreaming?" Fenris muttered dazedly, biting his lip, eyes rolling in pleasure as Hawke dragged the shocking cold of something metal against the inside of Fenris's thigh. "F-fuck--"
Tiny, slender rod. It left a small trail of oil where it touched, and Hawke's fingers pressed at the head of Fenris's erection, squeezing a bit of precum from him. He made some wanton sound, nearly choking on his tongue. It was not possible to feel this good, and yet here he was.
Then, in perfect time, Hawke pressed his hips slowly down, pushing his cock (hard and waiting and salty and perfect and dripping) into Fenris's mouth and, very carefully, the tiny rod into Fenris's dick. He whimpers into the hard flesh now blocking his throat, struggling to breathe, finding it hard to keep his eyes open and his thoughts focused while Hawke is-- doing-- that--
The tiny rod slides into him. Muscle twitches. His muscle. Feeble, trapped, ensnared. He can't. Move. Can't do anything. Can't come. Can't think.
Can't breathe--
He wakes up drawing breath to scream and chokes on it, staggering from his bed with jerky, half-aware motions. He is rock hard, confused, and sweating.
And he's--
Wearing a--
Collar?
Clawing at that, Fenris looks up when a low, playful chuckle seeps through the room. "--Hawke?"
"I can't believe how good you look in that," Hawke answers blithely, leaning forward where he sits, eyes lit with evil (or sexy?) intent. "Come here so I can finish what your dreams started."
"--I don't know if you can," Fenris answers breathlessly, thinking of the tiny flash of metal, the incredible (unreal) sensation of being penetrated there. He can piece it together now. Not Hawke, but Danarius: Danarius in the bedchambers reserved for discipline. The bastard had been intent on despoiling his slaves without touching them himself; so there were tables with shackles on them, and Danarius had done that, once, hadn't he, stuck something-- mn, he can't remember, but he knows he was being penetrated twice over because he can remember the shame he felt at the time for liking it.
Well. The only way to get what one wants is to ask, isn't it?
I wrote this fill ENTIRELY because I liked yours and it reminded me why I think this kink is the sexy, BLB-anon! ♥ I'm quite glad you like it, on account of I very much like yours!
Hawke's teeth were on his chest, biting down hard, pulling, and every time his nails caught Fenris's other nipple his breath caught in another pathetic whimper.
Dimly, Fenris was aware that he should not be here. Not like this. Doing this. He had ended this. And yet, here he was, spider's silk binding him in place, legs spread wide and vulnerable, arms bound powerless at his sides.
Feverish and hot. Hawke's teeth moved to his throat, gently marking his jugular while Hawke's hands continued to tease his nipples, twisting, pulling "Ah!" making his dick jump "AH!"
But never enough to reach that incredible height they'd hit their first night, as if his body were afraid to let him relive such a perfect experience. After the first hour, he was shaking, tired, covered in his own sweat. His inability to pull away from the spiderweb was beginning to crawl in, making him frightened of what it might mean.
When he could focus enough through the haze of lust to speak, he was oddly thrilled by the weak quality of his own voice, quavering on the edge of begging for mercy. "Hawke, wh-"
Hawke simply growled, sliding his hands down Fenris's belly, squeezing until he gasped in a bit of pain. The ribbon tied at the base of Fenris's cock was painfully tight. He wanted friction, desperately, but Hawke wouldn't touch him there.
"Where are-?"
Silencing him with a biting kiss, Hawke growled softly, beastlike in his determination. He crawled up the length of Fenris, something small flashing in his right hand, and when his cock was hanging above Fenris's head, he stopped.
"Are we-- Am I dreaming?" Fenris muttered dazedly, biting his lip, eyes rolling in pleasure as Hawke dragged the shocking cold of something metal against the inside of Fenris's thigh. "F-fuck--"
Tiny, slender rod. It left a small trail of oil where it touched, and Hawke's fingers pressed at the head of Fenris's erection, squeezing a bit of precum from him. He made some wanton sound, nearly choking on his tongue. It was not possible to feel this good, and yet here he was.
Then, in perfect time, Hawke pressed his hips slowly down, pushing his cock (hard and waiting and salty and perfect and dripping) into Fenris's mouth and, very carefully, the tiny rod into Fenris's dick. He whimpers into the hard flesh now blocking his throat, struggling to breathe, finding it hard to keep his eyes open and his thoughts focused while Hawke is-- doing-- that--
The tiny rod slides into him. Muscle twitches. His muscle. Feeble, trapped, ensnared. He can't. Move. Can't do anything. Can't come. Can't think.
Can't breathe--
He wakes up drawing breath to scream and chokes on it, staggering from his bed with jerky, half-aware motions. He is rock hard, confused, and sweating.
And he's--
Wearing a--
Collar?
Clawing at that, Fenris looks up when a low, playful chuckle seeps through the room. "--Hawke?"
"I can't believe how good you look in that," Hawke answers blithely, leaning forward where he sits, eyes lit with evil (or sexy?) intent. "Come here so I can finish what your dreams started."
"--I don't know if you can," Fenris answers breathlessly, thinking of the tiny flash of metal, the incredible (unreal) sensation of being penetrated there. He can piece it together now. Not Hawke, but Danarius: Danarius in the bedchambers reserved for discipline. The bastard had been intent on despoiling his slaves without touching them himself; so there were tables with shackles on them, and Danarius had done that, once, hadn't he, stuck something-- mn, he can't remember, but he knows he was being penetrated twice over because he can remember the shame he felt at the time for liking it.
Well. The only way to get what one wants is to ask, isn't it?
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In a good way.
I almost feel like I've done a charitable deed, reviving someone's sounding kink.
Captcha: science leewaye
The captcha knows I am ignoring a physics paper to write this.
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hot dayam I need a magic x fenris prompt to go crazy on now
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