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!]))
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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