( Hawke would do him one better. Once the door slammed shut behind them, Hawke reached out with both hands and hooked them under Anders thighs, lifting him up off his feet and pushing him back against the door with a rather loud thud. He tucked himself between the other man's thighs; hips grinding hard, evidence of his arousal making itself apparent in the forming bulge in his pants.
The kiss was...less graceful. Tipsy from the alcohol, too aroused to think straight, he fumbled; rough beard grazing Anders chin and cheek before he corrected and - eventually - found his lips with a half-snarled moan. )
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The kiss was...less graceful. Tipsy from the alcohol, too aroused to think straight, he fumbled; rough beard grazing Anders chin and cheek before he corrected and - eventually - found his lips with a half-snarled moan. )