I kind of hoped you would. ( A little praise never hurt anyone!

Thankfully, by the time Anders had coiled his legs around him, Hawke had shimmied out of his own trousers; leaving him just as bare to the world now as his partner was. Scars marred his skin, some more prominent and fresher than others. )

As inclined as I am to rush headfirst into things... I don't think this should be one of them. ( That said - Hawke reached for the bottle of oil and lathered his fingers on his right hand. Said hand dipped down under Anders, seeking out the tight rim of his ass to gently press the tip of his middle finger past it. He braced himself on the bed with his other hand; palm beside the mage's head. )