Oh, fuck. [Anders groaned as he hit the door, then kissed back frantically as soon as his lips and Hawke's found each other. His fingers curled in the fabric on the back of Hawke's mage robes, one hand gripping Hawke's shoulder armor tightly. Despite grasping onto the other man like he'd fall off the world if he let go, however, he'd never felt more secure in his life. Legs wrapped around Hawke's waist for leverage, he began to grind back, reciprocating his desire. He opened his mouth within the kiss, inviting Hawke's tongue, but he couldn't stop thinking about the hard bulge between Hawke's legs, and what it would feel like to have it filling up his mouth. If only he could find the self control to break the kiss long enough to tell Hawke so. Maybe just a moment longer...]
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