( Unhindered save for the constricting muscles of Anders throat instinctually trying to keep him out, Hawke rolled his hips forward again, and again, and again, half-growling and half-moaning through hard, quick breaths; chest heaving. His cock throbbed in Anders mouth, and with one last push — settled there as his entire body went ridged, convulsed, and he hoped somewhere in the back of his mind that Anders had been ready and willing to take the load that he expelled directly down the back of his throat. )
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