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Hawke really hated paperwork. Honestly, if he’d known that being the Champion would have brought this much paperwork, he might have let the Arishok have Kirkwall. He was beginning to suspect Meridith was intentionally drowning him in forms and files, hoping he would be too busy to do much of anything else, or maybe just looking for an excuse to strip him of his title. Or maybe it was Seneschal Bran, finally getting his revenge for all the trouble Hawke caused. Whoever it was burying him in paperwork, he silently cursed them as he signed his name for what must have been the hundredth time that evening.
However, there was one thing that kept him sane during these long hours at his desk. He reached down and lightly carded his fingers through Anders’ hair. Maker, the man was beautiful. He was seated between Hawke’s legs, mouth obscenely stretched around his cock, nose buried in his pubes. How did he breathe? He could sit there for hours, almost perfectly still, save for the occasional gentle movements of his mouth when he wanted to drive Hawke crazy.
Just then, Anders made one such movement. He bobbed his head up and down, making eye contact with Hawke. Even with his mouth stretched around Hawke’s dick, he could see the smirk in Anders’ eyes. It drove Hawke nearly mad, the wet heat of his lover’s mouth combined with the sudden friction after what he was sure was an hour of near complete stillness. Hawke felt a desperate need, wanting more, wanting to thrust desperately into Anders’ mouth, to paint his face white with his cum. He almost did just that, shifting his arms down to pull Anders off his cock to get a better angle, but the daunting stack of paperwork on his desk caught his eye. If he gave in now, it would surely lay abandoned for the rest of the evening, and the Knight Commander would have his head. He sighed gently, removing his hands, and returned to filling out forms.
However, after several long hours trying to make a dent in the seemingly infinite stack of papers and reports and correspondence on his desk, and several flagons of ale drunk during that time, Hawke could feel another pulsing need, this one more painful, and higher up.
“Anders,” Hawke said softly, gently trying to pry Anders off his cock. “C’mon, I need to take a piss.” Still, Anders sat fir mly planted in place, knees firmly planted on the ground, not moving an inch.
“Seriously, Anders, if you don’t move I’m going to piss in your mouth,” Hawke said frustratedly. Finally, Anders pulled his head off Hawke’s cock. Still seated between his legs, he stroked Hawke thoughtfully.
“Now, would that really be so bad?” Anders had a mischievous look on his face, and his eyes burned with something deeper, a kind of want that he would usually get in his eyes before he rode Hawke til he couldn’t feel anything. It frightened and turned Hawke on in equal parts.
“What, are you asking me- to piss in your mouth?” Hawke choked out, because Anders was back at it, licking a long stripe up the underside of his dick and gently sucking on the tip. Hawke had to admit, it was an arousing thought, having Anders take more of him than he had thought possible, marking him as his.
“I suppose I am,” Anders said softly in between licks. “Do you find the idea objectionable?”
“Not… not particularly,” Hawke admitted. “It might be a while, though,”
“I don’t mind waiting.” Anders was back on his cock in an instant, not taking him nearly as deeply this time, resting the tip on Hawke’s dick on his tongue.
Hawke tried to get back to work, he really did. But now the atmosphere in the room had completely shifted. Instead of the pleasant bliss it had been earlier, there was a palpable tension in the air. Anders was still knelt between his legs, same as before, but this time he was like a tightly wound spring. Even through his robes Hawke could see his back muscles flexing.
“Are you- ah- sure you want this?” Hawke asked finally. In response, Anders made eye contact, and sunk himself further onto Hawke’s dick. Well, that was sort of an answer.
He couldn’t hold on much longer. It was like a great dam had built up in his bladder, and he was about to overflow. The pain was exquisite. He had never considered himself much of a masochist, but this was incredibly pleasurable.
Finally, he could bear it no longer. He tried to warn Anders, tried to say something, anything, but the words caught in his throat and turned into a strangled moan as he let go.
He couldn’t stop this now, even if he had wanted to. Piss flowed out of him, pouring from the tip of his dick, down Anders’ throat. Hawke could feel his throat spasming around his cock, desperately drinking down every drop that Hawke was giving him. He was gagging a bit at the sheer volume, but still, he stayed in place, still between Hawke’s legs.
Anders moaned around his cock, and Hawke realized that he was enjoying this. A quick downward glance confirmed his suspicions. Anders had freed himself from his pants, and was tugging at his dick, precum flowing from the tip. Hawke couldn’t blame him. He couldn’t deny that the relief of finally being given release after so long was making him grow harder by the second, and he knew that after he was done here he would need to indulge a different need.
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Anders did not expect to enjoy it that much. It had been an impulsive move, spurred on by curiosity and lust, but it had turned out to be the right one. He’d almost instinctively pulled away when the bitter stream hit his tongue, but he'd stayed put and was glad for it.
It had been an eternity, sitting there between Hawke’s legs, feeling his hot piss flood his mouth, but it had been a pleasurable eternity. He’d almost been disappointed when it had finally stopped. He was so close, and only from this! It was incredible, the effect that Hawke had on him.
But now it was over, and looking up at Hawke’s face, at his still-hard cock, Anders could tell he wanted more. Suddenly, Hawke stood up. He roughly pulled Anders to his feet as well, pressing him into a ravishing kiss.
When it finally broke off, Anders spoke. “You know, that is incredibly unsanitary,”
Hawke laughed. “You’re one to talk,” he said, again pressing Anders into a kiss. This time, when it broke, Anders could see something else in his eyes. A kind of desperate hunger, which spoke to other desires.
“Turn around,” Hawke instructed, one hand on his own cock, one hand on Anders’ waistband. Anders did as he was told. Roughly pulling his trousers down, Hawke trailed one hand down the curve of Anders’ ass, making his breath hitch at the touch. When he reached his hole, he found something unexpected. As his fingers hit hard metal, Anders smirked to himself. That morning he’d left a surprise for Hawke to find later.
Hawke stroked himself as he worked the thick plug out of Anders. “I don’t recall asking you to put this in,” he purred in Anders’ ear.
“I- ah, took some initiative,” Anders quipped back. “I was hoping something would happen this evening.”
“You are so needy ,” Hawke growled, fingers tracing over Anders’ hole.
“You should give me what I need, then,”
“I think I will.” At this, Hawke gripped himself and pushed into Anders.
This sudden intrusion was enough to make Anders let out a noise that was half yelp half moan. The first few thrusts were unsteady, with Hawke still finding his rhythm, but after that it was downright perfect.
Hawke rutted into him, hips pushing as deep as they would go into Anders. He angled himself so that each thrust glanced against Anders’ prostate, making him moan like a whore.
“Fuck, you’re so perfect,” Hawke murmured in Anders’ ear. “Taking me so well,” Anders only moaned in response.
“More- please-“ Anders practically wailed, wanting all of Hawke, more of him than he could give.
“I can’t,” Hawke said, his hands now on Anders’ hips, pulling him as close as he could. “Maker, you’re such a slut for me, taking me like this, even with where my prick was a minute ago, what it was doing,”
The memory made Anders harder, if that was possible. He was quickly approaching his release. With one last thrust inside him, Anders found it. Stars danced across his vision as he came across the desk, harder than he ever had before.
Hawke wasn’t done yet, though. Still thrusting, he brought one hand off Anders’ hip to twist his head around, meeting his lips in a rough kiss. Finally, when the pleasure was beginning to be too much for Anders, Hawke finished. Anders could practically feel his release inside him, hot and fast and sticky and perfect in every way.
He pulled out of Anders, boneless, both sticky messes panting in the afterglow. Kissing him again, Hawke noticed the mess on his desk. Luckily, all his papers were off to the side, but- Shit, the paperwork! That’s what he was doing!
Hawke groaned at the thought of the night ahead of him. “Anders, you are a terrible distraction,”
“A terribly lovely distraction,”
At this, Hawke could only laugh and pull him in for yet another kiss.