[Anders let out soft, short groans at each thrust, fingers curling tightly around Hawke's hand. He hissed lightly at the teeth, but did not protest. If Hawke liked it a little rough, Anders couldn't complain. He'd honestly take anything from that man right now. With his free hand, Anders slipped his fingers into Hawke's hair. Not to pull, just to grab, to have something to hang onto. He rolled his hips with each thrust, encouraging Hawke to give him more. He was ready, he wanted it.]
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