[Anders most certainly had no objections, loudly voicing his approval in the form of moans. Marks took shape all over his freckled skin, announcing that he belonged to Hawke. He clung to the larger mage almost desperately, feeling himself grow close to his finish as Hawke's weight and the bed threatened to consume him, the growls in his ear from Hawke making even more heat rise in his face. The man he loved wanted him, and wanted him desperately. He was wanted. Something about that was so rare and precious that it made his heart catch in his throat. His long fingers threaded into the hair at the base of Hawke's neck and he rolled his hips between them, creating friction on his own cock against the other man's muscular body.]
Hawke--- I---! [The warning wasn't coming with words, but hopefully Anders' stiffening body, scrunched brow, and heady tone were clues enough. His back arched a moment later, and Anders painted his stomach with splatters of cum in several waves. Hawke was not spared from the mess either, of course. Anders couldn't remember the last time he was so thoroughly and happily spent, thighs trembling well after the end of his orgasm.]
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Hawke--- I---! [The warning wasn't coming with words, but hopefully Anders' stiffening body, scrunched brow, and heady tone were clues enough. His back arched a moment later, and Anders painted his stomach with splatters of cum in several waves. Hawke was not spared from the mess either, of course. Anders couldn't remember the last time he was so thoroughly and happily spent, thighs trembling well after the end of his orgasm.]