For all that Merrill is the one who frets that she'll tread on something unpleasant, or sharp, it's Fenris who finds the broken glass at the docks. He hisses and jerks his foot from the step, teeth working round a curse that Hawke can't translate.
There's already a spatter of blood on the stone when Hawke goes down on one knee and tugs Fenris foot onto the leather of his trousers.
There's a slice, just behind his third toe, deep and bright, Hawke can see where the glass went in. Where the blood runs in a curl through his instep. Fenris grumbles complaint, but doesn't object to Hawke twisting his foot into the light.
Hawke would have expected - due to the lack of shoes that Fenris feet would be tough. He'd thought to find hard skin, calluses and scars across the bottom. He's taken Fenris miles across hard stone and rough rocks. He's seen him sprint across a shoreline laden with shells.
But his feet are nothing like he's expecting.
Fenris could dance if he wanted to. Under the dirt and flecks of sand his feet are perfect. Hawke's
( ... )
Hawke bites at the skin, bites harder and Fenris hisses and twists his hand, drawing Hawke to the side. His grip loosens then, just a little, as if unsure whether to bring Hawke's mouth close enough to pleasure him.
Hawke decides that disobedience will solve the dilemma, he opens his mouth around him, awkward without his hands, but greedy enough to try, body thrumming with the daring of it. The taste of him, strange and familiar, movements awkward at first, and then less so when he sinks forward, a slow pushing slide before the length in his mouth is wet and Fenris's hand clenches in his hair. It hurts and it's perfect
( ... )
YOU ARE MY FAVOURITE PERSON. Oh god, I still don't know why foot fetishism does it for me so much, but this is absolutely glorious and perfect and hnnnnnngh - I've been dying for this since the second I first realised Fenris is virtually barefoot throughout the game, and I love you forever for satisfying that need.
Btw, this line: Fenris's armour doesn't come apart in pieces, it peels like the skin of an animal <- one of the hottest things I've ever read. Thank you <3!
Thank you :D I'm very happy that you liked it. I really wanted to have a go at something Dragon Age 2 for you. And Fenris does have distractingly bare feet.
There's already a spatter of blood on the stone when Hawke goes down on one knee and tugs Fenris foot onto the leather of his trousers.
There's a slice, just behind his third toe, deep and bright, Hawke can see where the glass went in. Where the blood runs in a curl through his instep. Fenris grumbles complaint, but doesn't object to Hawke twisting his foot into the light.
Hawke would have expected - due to the lack of shoes that Fenris feet would be tough. He'd thought to find hard skin, calluses and scars across the bottom. He's taken Fenris miles across hard stone and rough rocks. He's seen him sprint across a shoreline laden with shells.
But his feet are nothing like he's expecting.
Fenris could dance if he wanted to. Under the dirt and flecks of sand his feet are perfect. Hawke's ( ... )
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Hawke decides that disobedience will solve the dilemma, he opens his mouth around him, awkward without his hands, but greedy enough to try, body thrumming with the daring of it. The taste of him, strange and familiar, movements awkward at first, and then less so when he sinks forward, a slow pushing slide before the length in his mouth is wet and Fenris's hand clenches in his hair. It hurts and it's perfect ( ... )
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YOU ARE MY FAVOURITE PERSON. Oh god, I still don't know why foot fetishism does it for me so much, but this is absolutely glorious and perfect and hnnnnnngh - I've been dying for this since the second I first realised Fenris is virtually barefoot throughout the game, and I love you forever for satisfying that need.
Btw, this line: Fenris's armour doesn't come apart in pieces, it peels like the skin of an animal <- one of the hottest things I've ever read. Thank you <3!
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