[Anders let out a strained groan as Hawke abruptly and rather unceremoniously gave him a LOT more to work with. He struggled with it, but refused to give up, bobbing his head a bit to try and give himself a little bit more control over the pacing. He wanted to do more with his tongue, his lips, his hands, like he had been at the beginning, but it was getting hard to think. In part this was due to how riled up he was, how heated his oral fixation was making him, but in part it was simply not easy to maintain this position due to Hawke's size and speed. Anders' jaw ached a complaint, and his throat threatened to resist, but at least Hawke was close. "Don't choke don't choke don't choke don't you dare fucking choke."]
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