( Assuming any objections would be appropriately voiced by the mage, Hawke continued moving until he found a sufficient rhythm; amping up the intensity and then slowing every few thrusts to roll his hips as he fit into Anders again. When he did, he bit down again, sucked on the patch of skin between his teeth with the aim of leaving a mark. Or five. Really all depended on how well he focused on that particular task.
Wood creaked under the weight of his thrusts, and each time he pushed forward he - as requested - he made sure to sufficiently fuck Anders into the mattress, his moans forming slowly into growls muffled against Anders neck. )
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Wood creaked under the weight of his thrusts, and each time he pushed forward he - as requested - he made sure to sufficiently fuck Anders into the mattress, his moans forming slowly into growls muffled against Anders neck. )