Hawke - Open to All

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Waking up in unfamiliar territory was a new experience for Hawke, and the first thing he noticed about it was the fact that he wasn't brought back to consciousness by the tongue of an over-enthused dog. As if that should be a priority, he thought ruefully, even as he rolled to the side and ducked behind a pile of stacked stone bricks so he could get a look at the area without being seen. It was jarring to be suddenly relocated, almost like a dream; he'd only just seated himself down in that delightfully cushy chair by the fire in his mansion for a nap, waiting for Isabella to stop by with details for a job she'd mentioned at the Hanged Man the night before. Fully equipped, thank the Maker, which meant he had everything he might need for an escape on hand.

Actually, that was the strangest part about all of this. Why would anyone abduct him only to leave him armed and unguarded in some decrepit old castle? These are either the worst captors in history, or I've been dumped here to kill a dragon for someone.

To be fair, with his reputation (and luck), that was entirely possible.

A series of footsteps at his back makes him twist, dagger half-drawn, but he halts when he comes face to face with a tired and bewildered traveler climbing the hill towards the castle. Footprints in the snow, Hawke noticed, indicate that he'd gone wandering and had come right back. And when he gazed beyond the stranger, he realized why: outside was a vast, dark, nightmarish abyss. Eerily familiar and yet completely alien at the same time.

Frowning, he slid his dagger back into its scabbard and cautiously stood, stepping out into the courtyard. It seemed that this was no simple abduction.

Time to explore- and ask as many questions as he can come up with.

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[fenrisfadewalk]

Everything was lost the moment Hawke kissed back. Or maybe it had been lost long before then? Bah, it didn't matter--at the answering brush of his lips, the soft rasp of Hawke's beard against his chin, a surge of heat and raw emotion rocked through him.

Hawke was his. Fenris had never had much to call his own, but he was more certain of this than anything. Hawke was his, and he wanted him desperately.

He pressed a hand over Hawke's heart, shoving him back deeper into his seat. Fenris followed the movement, sliding lithely onto Hawke's lap, straddling his hips and slipping his tongue into the other man's mouth to brush his own.

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There was no hesitation this time. The moment Fenris straddled him, Hawke's hands found his waist, pulling him as close as their bodies would allow. He knew they ought to have different priorities, knew they should be focusing on resolving whatever the mystery that brought them here might be and getting back home as soon as possible.

He also knew he didn't give a damn about anything but the man in his arms, and the rest of the world - and the Fade - could sod off until they had things sorted.

His mouth opened eagerly to be explored, the familiarity of each gesture a welcome thing. There was a small twang of concern, guilt even- there was no telling if these actions would trigger another memory within Fenris, and his only concern there would be the pain it might cause. He wished no ill upon Fenris, never had. The feeling didn't stop him from kissing back, though. He trusted Fenris to tell him if it became an issue.

Maybe this time, though... it could be different. Was it wrong to hope for that?

[fenrisfadewalk]

Fenris didn't care about anything. He knew he should have, but it had all faded to a dull buzz in the back of his mind as he dug his fingers into Hawke's hair, points of his gauntlets pricking lightly across his scalp.

Mine.

He tangled their tongues together, riding the hitch of Hawke's hips, the way Hawke pulled him closer. Each moment of their first time together was emblazoned in his memory, and he instinctively copied what he did then, wanting to give Hawke pleasure after so many years of pain. He teased the other man's tongue into his mouth with a low noise, then wrapped his lips around it, firming suction, tugging as his knees tightened their grip about Hawke's waist.

I'm so sorry for lateness! been packing all week D8

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Hawke couldn't help the groan that escaped between their lips, his fingers dancing over the tough leathers of Fenris's armor. It was all so delightfully familiar; the way the elf's body melded into his like they were meant to, the way their tongues met and reacquainted with more ease than he expected. It was as if the years he had spent waiting, wondering, woefully hoping, had not passed by at all. As if it was the morning after, and the kiss was a follow-up from what they had done the previous night at most.

Perhaps it was because out of any lover he'd had in his lifetime, he'd never felt as strongly as he did for Fenris. He'd always been rather carefree with his affection, something that admittedly had gotten him into trouble a few times. Casual sex was a perfectly acceptable encounter between two people who were willing and eager enough, and it could easily have ended with Fenris that way, too. Something had... stuck, though. In his mind, or perhaps his heart, to be more precise. The thought of letting go had stung a bit, but he'd held his tongue.

Thank the Maker, he didn't have to anymore. There were better things he planned to do with his tongue, going forward.