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[Jack leads Hawke to his room and grins, taking the bowl and the strawberries from him. He plucks at the laces off Hawke's tunic] Let me... please, I long for your skin.

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My sweet prince, let me worship. [He whispers, kissing the whorls of Hawke's ears softly as sliding his legs between the elf's ] My beautiful Connor.

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[He locks the front door and takes Connor's hand, leading him upstairs. His room is small and neat with a large bed, a writing desk and an overflowing bookcase.] It's not much but... you're always welcome here. In my bed and my heart.

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[Jack follows suit, stripping to his skin and scars.] Hardly. [He whispers, wrapping his arms loosely around the elf's waist and leaning in the kiss the tilt of his shoulder softly.] I'm just a man. Nothing special.