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My Heart Made Wise	By : CarefulMimicry Category: +A through F > Dragon Age (all) > Dragon Age (all) Views: 2142 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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(A/N: This is my first attempt at smut... ever... So please bear with me, and forgive me for any mistakes. I'm sorry if it's not pure animalism like was implied, I just felt that sex has a kind of ebb and flow to it and I wanted that kind of natural progression over something else... If it didn't work let me know and I'll do better next time, assuming there is one.)
Before Hawke had time to come up with some kind of witty reply, Fenris' mouth was on his again, crushing their lips together. Hawke's mouth opened with the slightest sweep of the elf's tongue and he moaned wantonly as that same tongue slipped inside his mouth to caress his own. The sound stirred something deep within Fenris and he let out a rumble deep in his chest before he broke the kiss and hoisted Hawke up by his ass and thighs. Hawke was all too happy to wrap his legs around Fenris' slim waist and have his hands free to touch. Maker, he hadn't realized how badly he just want to feel the other man, run his hands over his back, his chest, his legs. He wanted him. And the moment his lips were released from a kiss that left him dizzy and gasping for air he said so. "God, fuck, Fen..." He threw his head back against the door as the elf attacked his neck with lips, teeth and tongue leaving at least one angry, dark bruise for all of Kirkwall to admire the next morning.
"You're mine." The elf purred into his ear, teasing the curved edges delicately with his tongue. All Hawke could do was nod and moan out a pathetic, "All yours... fuck, all yours Fenris." The human could practically hear the smug smirk in his lover's voice as he murmured, "Mmmm, not yet you aren't. But I will fix that soon enough." He pulled Hawke away from the door and carried him easily to the bed, one hand squeezing his ass the other buried in his hair again to hold their lips together in a forceful kiss. Hawke let out a little 'oof' as his back hit the bed, but before he could adjust his position or even take another breath in, Fenris was on top of him, using his body to press Hawke into the bed, to dominate him in every little way he could.
Their lips met again, slanting against each other over and over, their hands desperately pulling at fabric to find flesh, their bodies needing contact. But as quickly as it all started, it stopped again (though this time no pounding footsteps or calls of Hawke's name from a certain, particularly annoying mage, were the cause). Fenris slid off of Hawke and relaxed back against the pillows, one knee bent, legs spread, one hand lightly grazing over the rather prominent bulge in his pants.
"Strip."
It wasn't a request. And even if it was Hawke wasn't entirely sure he was fully in control of his own actions anymore. Panting, lips swollen and dark from the vicious kisses, body coiled tight and aching, he stood at the end of the bed, facing Fenris. He swayed his hips slowly, one hand running lightly up one leg, over his own, covered erection and up, catching on the hem of his shirt, dragging it up a few inches to tease the elf with the slightest glimpse of his lean abdomen before letting it fall down. His hand continued up, over his check, circling a pert nipple through the thin, cotton shirt, up over his neck, fingers gently caressing the deep bruises before they reached his lips.
He slowly slipped one finger into his mouth, hollowing his cheeks and sucking as he drew it out, eyes closed as a low moan escaped.
"Hawke."
He froze at the sound of his name, bright blue eyes locking on lust-darkened green ones, "I said strip. Your mouth will be full enough soon." Hawke felt his knees wobble, and a panting groan escaped him. Maker take him that voice. The way Fenris' voice rumbled deep in his chest and came out gravelly but silky smooth all at the same time. And the look in his eyes, like he was ready to devour him. Hawke had no idea how he'd resisted this man for so damn long, and he hated himself for every second of this he had missed in the process.
Hawke's hands shot to the hem of his shirt and ripped it up over his head, discarding it across the floor. With his eyes holding Fenris' gaze his nimble fingers slipped down to slowly undo the lacing of his loose, dark pants. Fenris raised an eyebrow pointedly and smirked, "Take all the time you want," he tugged the lacing of his own tight, leather leggings open and pulled his cock free, "I can wait." One hand lazily stroked himself, the other rested behind his head, his eyes slid shut at the sensation of his own hand on his much neglected, desperate erection. He clenched his fist a little tighter, gave a few quick, strong pumps and let out a pleasure-filled sigh, "Ah..." He paused a moment, his breath caught in his throat, pondered for a half a second then opened his eyes again, seeking out Hawke's own.
His hand still moving he moaned quietly and then, eyes never leaving his human companion's let out a quiet, "Oh... Garrett..."
Hawke almost came right then, right there, instead he just groaned loudly, tried to half kick half slide out of his own trousers and smalls, tripped over his own foot, fell, got back up and finally managed to scramble to the bed and take Fenris' lips in a passionate, hungry kiss. Fenris growled his approval and rolled them over, arms wrapped tightly around Hawke, holding him close, gyrating their hips together. And Maker take him, the moment their dicks slid together he nearly collapsed on top of the mage. "Oh, shit... Garrett..."
There was something unspeakably sexy about those two syllables, when Fenris spoke them. His name, his real name, not some title the city had given him, not the name of some legend Varric wrote about to excite the masses, no... Just him. Just Garrett. Fenris wasn't some fanatic fantasizing about Hawke, Fen wanted him. Just him. And to hear his voice, in that voice, in that tone so full of need. Added with the sensation of skin finally, finally sliding against skin, of Fenris' hands stroking his chest, rolling his nipples, bare flesh on flesh, Hawke was amazed he hadn't come right then. Instead he groaned half in pleasure half in frustration and tugged restlessly at the elf's shirt.
"Fen, please... Fen you're wearing too much." It was a plead. He was begging and he felt not an ounce of shame.
For once the other man didn't have any smart remark, he simply sat back, tore the shirt off his body, kicked his legs out of their confines and pressed himself back, fully against Hawke. They both cursed under their breath as their bodies met for the first time and for a minute everything quieted. The frantic pace, the absolute, dying need, it all faded away and, for just that minute was replaced. Fenris raised a hand to cup Hawke's cheek, their eyes meeting softly, wonderingly, their lips meeting soon after in a slow, tender kiss. There was no fight for dominance, no demands, just one singular moment of something sweet.
Then Hawke let a soft, keening moan slip into Fenris' mouth and it all came crashing back in a fierce wave. The elf growled and then the teeth were back and the kiss was a violent war, mouths crashing together, breaths taken in quick, gasping moments. Hands explored finally exposed skin, squeezing, testing, pinching, grabbing, just feeling desperate and needy and unfaltering. Fenris was the first to pull away, he slid lower, kissing Hawke's neck, tracing down his collar bone, and moving across his chest to take one dark, hard nipple between his lips. He sucked slowly and flicked his tongue against the nub in hard, sharp motions. Hawke dropped his head back and cried out softly, losing control for a moment and letting off a shock of magic. He froze instantly, head shooting up, hands reaching down towards Fenris, apologies already on his lips.
The look the elf gave him silence him immediately. He was still, quiet, expression unreadable. And after a silence the seemed to stretch into the morning he whispered one word, hoarse and shaking,
"Again."
Hawke took in a quivering breath and reached out, stroking his fingers along one of the bold, blue lines down Fenris' neck and pushed a little tickle of healing magic into the brand. The effect for both of them was instantaneous. Fenris' whole body shivered and he moaned, his tattoos shot to life and caught Hawke in a wave of intoxicating pleasure and power. The Lyrium washed over him and filled him, he could feel his magic coursing through his body, pumping through his veins like fire and radiating out to Fenris.
Fenris could feel the warm, soothing urge of the healing streaking through his tattoos, feeding them bringing them alive, igniting them with something so pure and so good that it almost hurt. Pleasure wracked his body and seared through through him, "Fuck... Fuck, Garrett..." He was wrapped up in confusion and pleasure and frustration all at once. This shouldn't feel good, it was wrong, and vile and these tattoos never brought anything but pain and death. He didn't want it to feel good, didn't want what Danerius had given him, had used to hurt and torture him to feel so incredible, to make his whole body writhe with pure, incorruptible pleasure.
Hawke's magic faltered, he was unsure what Fenris was asking and the angry, but pleasured look on his face only confused him more. "I'm sorry-"
"NO." The elf practically barked, eyes, consumed by the pupils in pleasure and lust gazed up at him, "Don't stop."
As Fenris continued to trail kisses down his chest and abdomen, Hawke kept a steady, low aura of healing magic radiating around him. In turn Fenris' tattoos lit up and fed the magic, giving Hawke more pleasure than he knew existed. It took every ounce of willpower within him to keep from ending their night right then and there when Fenris' tongue glided up the underside of his cock to swirl teasingly around the head. "Oh, Maker, Fen, yes... Oh please, please, Fen..." The begging fed into the feral, untamed beast within the elf and he growled with pleasure, pressing his lips against the tip of Hawke's member and slowly sinking down, swallowing him easily into the back of his throat and sucking and licking languidly. Hawke cried out again, and thrust his hips up, his fingers sinking deep into shock-white hair, not sure whether to push him down more or pull him up so he could thrust.
Fenris answered for him by holding his hips down and pushing until his lips met Hawke's pelvis, then he hummed. The vibration shot along the human's cock and up his spine, causing his back to arch hard off the bed, his head slamming back into the pillow, as he called out, "Fen... Ah- FEN..." Fenris would have smiled, had his mouth not been otherwise occupied, so instead opted instead to start bobbing his head, his tongue sneaking out and lapping quickly at the shaft as he did so. Every so often he'd pull off complete and flick his tongue against the crease on the underside of the head of Hawke's dick, causing the human to gasp and writhe, and then he was back to bobbing. It didn't take long for Hawke's toes to start curling and his body to coil tight, his stomach clenching and his balls drawn tight against his groin, "Fen... Fen, I'm- Not yet..."
Fenris pulled off only long enough to chuckle, "If you think I'm only letting you come once, you are sorely mistaken." Hawke felt his whole body flush and three bobs later he was shouting out Fenris' name and coming deep into the man's mouth, one hand carded through his hair, half comforting, half thanking, half trying to resist the urge to clench so he could thrust out his orgasm. Fenris groaned and swallowed down every drop Hawke gave him, stroking the man, cupping his balls gently as if trying to milk every last drop out of him. When the human finally flopped back down onto the bed Fenris pulled his mouth off with a satisfying pop that cause a shiver to run up Hawke's spine.
"Fuck... fuck, Fen... Maker..."
Fenris scoffed, "Let's not bring him into this."
Hawke chuckled and smiled up at the man propped above him. "Fen, shit.. Fen, where did you-" He caught him self three words too late and his whole body stiffened at the slip-up. Before he could apologize Fenris' mouth was over his again, a possessive kiss that tasted of sweat, flesh, something that was uniquely Fenris and his own cum. He didn't care, it was dirty and wrong and wonderful and delicious. Fenris pulled away to sit back on his knees between Hawke's legs, "You talk too much." He murmured, smirking and pulling one of the human's legs over his shoulder.
He was only distracted for a moment before a new panic grabbed his heart, "Uh, wait- wait, I uh... I've never..." Fenris raised an eyebrow and in a flash the predator was back, the elf gave him a hungry, satisfied smile as he contemplated the idea of being the first to take Hawke, "Good." Was the only comment he offered before taking the small vial that Hawke offered him. "I like that." Again, that look. That look like Fenris was going to devour him, like he could feast upon his body all day and still never be sated. The look of the predator closing in on it's prey, the look of something wild about to take and corrupt. Hawke felt his dick stirring again and wriggled against the soft sheets, "Oh Fen, fuck, when you look at me like that... Fuck." He reached up and yanked the elf down to him, pulling him into a searing kiss that could have lasted for hours and still felt like it was over too quickly.
Fenris used the kiss as a distraction as he quickly oiled one finger. He teased it against Hawke's entrance, causing the other male to flinch slightly, but Fenris held him in the kiss, stroking his tongue along Hawke's lip to distract him as he slowly, carefully, slipped the finger inside. Hawke took in a sharp breath, but nothing else, just closed his eyes a bit tighter and kissed Fenris harder. "Ssshh... Relax.." The elf mumbled against his lips, his free hand rubbing a soft circle on Hawke's belly. Hawke made a soft "mmmf" sound and did his best to do so. Fenris continued the kiss as he gently slid his finger in and out of Hawke, reveling in the tightness and the heat there. He withdrew for a moment, causing a disappointed sigh to escape the human, which made Fenris smile and hum with pleasure and quickly return with two fingers, working them in slowly and scissoring them once inside, pressing against the wall's of Hawke's ass, stretching him, preparing him.
He twisted his fingers around, stroking Hawke, searching for- Hawke's whole body tensed and arched off the bed and he let out a soft cry. Yes, searching for that. Fenris stroked over the spot a couple more times, letting out a small wave of Lyrium on the last one making Hawke cry out a loud, "Ah- FENRIS!" He smiled and continued to tease him over and over, each time allowing a small shock of Lyrium to escape. While doing so he sat back and slowly stroked Hawke's rapidly hardening cock, distracting him as he added a third finger to continue loosening and preparing him. When Hawke was fully hard again and leaking over Fenris' hand he flet satisfied and withdrew, watching the human as he carefully licked the small dribbles of precome off his hand. Hawke was transfixed, staring, pupils blown wide, at the motion of the elf's tongue and fingers.
"Why don't you help prepare me a little, hhm?" Once again, despite how it sounded the sentence was not a question.
Hawke rolled over and crawled toward the kneeling elf, reaching out one eager hand to take hold of his cock and stroke it, almost mesmirized by the smooth, dark skin and the full, ridged feeling it had in his hand. His swollen, pink lips parted around the head of Fenris' cock and he slowly sank his mouth down as far as he could, his lips stretched wide, barely able to shelter the tender flesh from his teeth. He wanted to moan at the hot, heavy feel of Fenris in his mouth but he didn't have room in his throat for the noise to escape instead he sucked a little harder and drew his tongue in random, rapid patterns around the shaft. Fenris sank his fingers into Hawke's wild hair and clenched, holding his head steady as he slowly drew out and thrust back in with a sharp snap of his hips. Hawke gagged a little but Fenris remained still, allowing his throat to adjust to the intrusion before he withdrew again and snapped forward a little faster.
After a few more liesurely thrusts he began to build up a steady, easy rhythm. "Mmmm, is this what you want, Garrett?" He hummed, smirking down at the human, "Do you want me to turn you around, push your face into the pillow and fuck you?" Hawke could only whimper and attempt to nod desperatly, "You want me to pound into you hard? Fast? Want me to drive my cock into your tight, hot little ass?" Hawke practically sobbed with want, making Fenris' smile turn untamed once more, a wolfish grin if ever there was one. "Want me to come so deep in you, you can taste it?" This was the last straw, Hawke yanked his mouth free and thrust his body against Fenris', kissing him hard, feverishly. "Yes, yes, yes, Fenris, I want it, please. I want you, Fenris."
"Turn around."
Hawke did so in an instant as Fenris hurriedly coated his cock with the last of the oil before tossing the small vial aside. He took a moment to steady himself, hands gripping Hawke's hips as he gently teased the man's entrance with the tip of his cock. Then he pressed forward ever so slowly, growling as he watched the tight ring of muscle spread around him, stretch wide to take him in. It took every fiber of his being not to thrust in and slam himself home over and over and over right that moment. Hawke was his, no one else had, had him like this. No one else had taken him, had claimed him the way he was about to. That thought settled deep in his gut and shot straight through his cock. After a slow eternity of pushing forward, stopping when Hawke let a little whimper escape, then pushing forward again, Fenris was fully seated inside his lover. He collapsed over Hawke's bowed body and groaned loudly against his shoulder blade, unable to fully bear and comprehend the heat and tightness around his length.
Slowly he pulled out and slowly he pushed back in. After a few pulls it became easier and Hawke's moans were more frequent and his body was relaxing. Fenris tightened his grip on the man's hips and picked up a steady rhythm, thrusting in and pulling Hawke's ass back against him at the same time, slapping their bodies together. "Fen.. Fen... Fen..." It was a constant chant amongst ahs and ohs and fuck yes, yes yes's. It was a different kind of prayer in a different kind of church and it made Fenris' blood boil. He let loose. One hand gripped Hawke's hip with a ferocity that would leave bruises, the other gripped his hair, pulling him back so their bodies were flush as he pumped in and out of him. His hips slammed against Hawke's ass, causing the male to bounce and land back harder on Fenris' dick as he thrust up into him again. The elf set a brutal pace, all the while biting Hawke's neck and shoulder, letting his Lyrium flare and flash with abandon, his own body feeding on Hawke's intoxicating magic, letting it rip through him.
Hawke could feel the tight, coiled power in Fenris' hips and abdomen as he pounded into him with abandon. There were no words in his mind, no thoughts, no feelings other than, yes yes yes YES. The only word he knew how to form was, Fenris. It was the only word that existed, they were the only people that existed and that moment was the only moment that ever existed. He wanted to come, needed to come and as he felt Fenris harden slightly within him he knew the other was close, too. Fenris' breath was hot against his ear and neck, burning a path where ever it touched, "Fuck, Hawke.. Fuck you feel so good.." Hawke just cried out and let his head fall back on Fenris' shoulder. The elf, in turn, reached around and began to stroke Hawke in time with his own thrusts. "Let go... Come for me, Garrett." That was all he needed, that little bit of friction and that low, gravel voice moaning his name into his ear and he was gone.
"Ah- FEN! FENRIS!" His body bowed and his seed covered Fenris' hand. His body clenched in waves around the other man and it didn't take more than a couple thrust until Fenris was burring himself as deep in Hawke as he could, filling him, pumping his own cum deep into him. HE gave a few small thrusts to ride out the waves, both of their bodies stiff, still, flush and clinging as their orgasms washed over them, magic and Lyrium pouring in a green-blue haze around them.
Hawke was the first to collapse, going limp in his lover's arms. Fenris held him and guided him down to the bed as he withdrew his softening length from him. His legs were shaking, hell, his whole body was shaking, but he wouldn't leave Hawke a sticky mess, and thus make the bed a sticky mess, all night. So he slowly trudged to the bathroom, bracing himself on every bedpost, dresser and desk he passed on his way. He returned with some wet cloths and flopped into bed again. He cleaned Hawke first, wiping away all the sweat with the cool rag, then cleaning away his own mess, which had landed on his chest and stomach, then cleaned his behind, where Fenris' own mess was starting to leak out. If he weren't so bone tired that image would have stirred something deep and primal in him, but he would have to save that thought for another night. When Hawke was all set he lazily washed himself, discarded the rags on the floor and plopped back on the bed.
Hawke turned, curling into Fenris' side, his face tucked into the man's neck. They lay like that for a long time, long enough that Fenris was sure Hawke had fallen asleep when he spoke, "If that's what I get for making you jealous I might be spending more time with Anders more often." Fenris grumbled low in his throat and tightened his grip around the male at his side. "Careful with that, I might decide to rip his heart out instead next time." Hawke gave a weak, breathy laugh then fell back into silence. Hawke broke it once more with a quiet, distant voice that sang of that world between sleep and waking, "Will you stay?" Fenris almost smiled, though Hawke wouldn't have seen it and whispered into the human's hair, "Always." And, once the man's breathing had slowed and evened into sleep he finished, "I am yours."
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