[it was almost as if his will melted away. hawke was so close, they didn't touch but he felt him nonetheless, his skin tingling with anticipation. he should have seen this coming. of course he'd take full advantage of the situation, irresistible with that smile of his, and yet fenris wasn't as mad as he wanted to be. yes, there were much more pressing issues, decisions to take and questions to answer, but there was also this, desire kept under control for what felt like an eternity, its essence unleashed by the way he looked at him. he couldn't count the times he'd almost given in, halted by his own fears of losing himself in what he so desperately needed to share, and the contradiction didn't seem to exist suddenly. there was only hawke and the double-entendre lingering in his eyes, his voice, his everything, and fenris gasped quietly, mesmerized by the play of his fingers around the bead.
maker's breath. his lips parted and his body leaned forward, slightly, as if arching for him, desperate to feel. he knew it wasn't right, and yet it wasn't wrong either; it was as it should be, aside from the fact that he couldn't seem to resist him any longer. but he had to, because he wouldn't be one of them, so he pressed his lips together and looked at him, eyes locked into his.]
Blue. [he'd really had no intention of talking. his mouth didn't move, but the message echoed loudly in his head, raw and hoarse, borderline needy. there was a flash of hardened flesh in his mind, a slick tongue and a pair of swollen lips, and it was all he could do not to moan right there in the middle of the same depraved crowd he itched to lecture.
vishante. he had gotten particularly hot, and even though his skin burnt, he managed a frown, half-horrified, half-aggravated] No. I... this isn't- [what he'd meant? but oh, it was, and he swallowed hard, unable to look away from those mesmerizing blue eyes, the perfect color. and he cursed again.]
don't think it's a sweet line he's got in mind now
maker's breath. his lips parted and his body leaned forward, slightly, as if arching for him, desperate to feel. he knew it wasn't right, and yet it wasn't wrong either; it was as it should be, aside from the fact that he couldn't seem to resist him any longer. but he had to, because he wouldn't be one of them, so he pressed his lips together and looked at him, eyes locked into his.]
Blue. [he'd really had no intention of talking. his mouth didn't move, but the message echoed loudly in his head, raw and hoarse, borderline needy. there was a flash of hardened flesh in his mind, a slick tongue and a pair of swollen lips, and it was all he could do not to moan right there in the middle of the same depraved crowd he itched to lecture.
vishante. he had gotten particularly hot, and even though his skin burnt, he managed a frown, half-horrified, half-aggravated] No. I... this isn't- [what he'd meant? but oh, it was, and he swallowed hard, unable to look away from those mesmerizing blue eyes, the perfect color. and he cursed again.]