[Anders' head was spinning from all the attention and stimulation, bombarding his senses. A hand carded through the back of Hawke's black hair, surprisingly soft despite everything else about him being rough and rugged. The moment Hawke pulled away from his mouth, Anders let out a heady gasp, then tried to fumble for his words.]
Hawke--- Mm, I want--- [He huffed with frustration at how hard it was to think with Hawke's teeth on his collarbone.] Let--Let me down so you can fuck my face.
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Hawke--- Mm, I want--- [He huffed with frustration at how hard it was to think with Hawke's teeth on his collarbone.] Let--Let me down so you can fuck my face.