[Anders carefully brought Hawke into his mouth and the weight of him, the taste, the heat, it was almost too much to bear. Something really must have been something in that drink, to make him this keen to have a dick in his mouth, but at this point, he didn't really care. It was Hawke, after all. Hawke could have asked him for anything.]
[Opening his throat and placing his hands on Hawke's hips, bracing for impact as he offered a few eager swipes of his tongue along the underside.]
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[Opening his throat and placing his hands on Hawke's hips, bracing for impact as he offered a few eager swipes of his tongue along the underside.]