( Hawke's kiss was all tongue and teeth; catching Anders' lower lip and tugging; trying to push past for a well and proper taste of him, his desire spiked and unbridled. What the fuck had been in that drink?
Anders pulled back and, for a split second, Hawke chased his lips, stopping just before he reached him again, his cheeks flushed. )
Wherever you want. ( a beat. His hand squeezed Anders thigh. ) So long as it's close.
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Anders pulled back and, for a split second, Hawke chased his lips, stopping just before he reached him again, his cheeks flushed. )
Wherever you want. ( a beat. His hand squeezed Anders thigh. ) So long as it's close.