[With the impulse having waned slightly, Anders had nearly forgotten about his stint of oral fixation--- until he came face to face with Hawke's thick fingers, laced with a sweet-smelling liquid. Unable to control himself, he lurched forward, wrapping his lips around Hawke's finger and nearly fellating the digit. He groaned at the taste, which was sweet, but more subdued than honey, almost as if it were nectar. He wanted to report this to Hawke, but struggled to pull away, even as his sore jaw protested the gentle suction he was applying.]
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