That good, huh? ( Hawke asked, clearly surprised by the speed and intensity in which Anders sucked the oil off his finger. He let the digit rest there a moment, swirling around his tongue, while he momentarily set the bottle down and pressed a knee to the mattress. Right beside Anders hip. ) Do you want to keep sucking on that, or did you want to finish your earlier thought? ( because he was content either way, even if he was certain this was not the reason why he was meant to grab something slick. )
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