hawke

The Champion of Kirkwall. Mage.

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/takes in the warmth of the other's hand on his neck, appreciative of the gentle threading of his hair and the way he immediately responds with little sounds and shivers. sensing that Cullen's close, he wraps his fingers tighter around him and quickens his pace, strokes coming harsher and more rapidly./

/he ducks his head slightly and inching closer, settles with his chest atop the steel breastplate. he then angles his head and bites hard, into the hollow of Cullen's neck, teeth sinking into flesh in white marks, the pull of his fist coming in short, quick pumps, and his tongue rolling hot against the blotchy skin underneath his mouth/

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A pleasure to meet you, Hawke. My name is Lien Song.

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Lien.. not a common name around here. How's Kirkwall treating you?

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kirkwalling said: /waves a little/ Hello, there.

/lifts a hand to wave back/ Hello. Who are you?

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Name's Hawke. What would yours be?

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/feels the pull at his scalp and stretches out his neck, baring his teeth. he leans slightly into Cullen's hand, almost nuzzling, then draws back down, skims the tip of his cock with a hint of teeth, pressing sharp against it for a second before retracting. his hand circles the length again and begins to stroke, a wet, obscene sound accompanying every lift of his hand. he shifts, crawling over Cullen's legs and settling there, knees digging into the ground and hand supporting his weight, watching for his reaction with his lips parted slightly, a corner raised/

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/at the touch of his hand, narrows his eyes slightly in pleasure, then going as far to arch his back, making a little sound when he felt the tug of his hair. he meets Cullen's eyes through his lashes, tipping his head down to slowly drag a trail from the very base of his cock in silent encouragement/

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/once he’s dragged Cullen down he shifts his position for his comfort, both knees bent on the ground. he takes a moment to breathe before lowering himself back again, rolls his tongue around the tip once, twice, then his lips spread open as he takes him in, applying harder suction than before./

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/an amused hitch takes his shoulders before he continues, moving his head languidly with each jerk. the hand braced on the graves rises to touch the skin of his thighs, fingers splayed, blunt nails dragging shallow lines down the skin/

/after a bit, he draws away, a wet pop sounding between slicked lips. he gives the tip a few last licks before he grabs Cullen by the sash at his waist and pulls him down the wall, towards him/

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( just a general A/N that marian hawke is now garrett hawke )

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You'd like me silent? /creases a brow in mock hurt/ I find that noise helps both parties, you'll see soon enough. 

/he braces a hand against Cullen's greaves, bare fingers closing around the cold steel. he angles his head to the side, and leans in, strokes slowing slightly as his lips part around the tip of Cullen's cock. he slowly eases his mouth over it, inch by inch until the thumb of his fist prods his bottom lip. not breaking contact, he remains, throat forcibly relaxed and head ducked, flicking his eyes up to meet Cullen's before he draws out a low sound at the back of his throat, starting to gain a faster rhythm in his strokes/

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/at noticing the strain in his hand, tilts his head to land an open-mouthed kiss on it, his tongue brushing clenched knuckles/ Well this is a huge display of it, if anything.

/spreads his fingers out against the cloth of the garment, barely palming him, then pulls down the waistband with a finger, leaving it stretched over his thighs. he lifts a hand and licks a messy streak across his palm/ To be honest, I expected much more shrill protests, but, you're free to make whatever noise, Knight-Captain. /takes him in his fist and starts to pump, building up a slow, lazy rhythm/

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… Alright, fine. /his resolve breaks eventually, as it always would but not before  he cast a paranoid look towards the alley entrance. Once sure that no one was around, he looks back to him and nods stiffly, more for his own benefit than Hawke’s, a way to convince himself that he had some semblance of control over the situation/ I’ve never uh- had relations with another man before though. 

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All the more promising. And don't fret, you're not the one that gets his skirt dirty. /slides down in front of him, grounding one knee into the dirt/ Unless you want that. /looks up at him deviously, hooking his fingers on Cullen's sash\ This can go any way you'd like.

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/rolls his eyes at the remark, turning to look at him only to see him pulling off a gauntlet, confusion clouding his expression/ I- what? S-sorry, what, I thought we were just going to discuss- /cuts himself off, swallowing heavily as a blush went from his face to his throat as he realised what Hawke was insinuating/

/after taking a few long seconds to compose himself, rubbing a hand over his face and trying again after muttering a quick ‘Maker help me’/ Anyone could just waltz on by, Hawke. It’s not exactly private enough for that sort of carry-on.

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/gives a blithe look/ That supposed to discourage me? /proceeds to peel off his leather glove and tuck it into the back of his trousers, dropping the metal gauntlet onto the dirt floor. he briefly watches a small cloud of dust rise before he levels a stare at Cullen's flustered face, eyes dark and focused/

You don't want that, do you? You know what I'm offering. /raises to show his now bare hands, palms open in a slightly submissive gesture/

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/clenches his jaw in a tight line, suggesting gritted teeth with an equally tense line to his shoulders however hidden under heavy plated armor that they were/ Perhaps you have a point there… /this admission is accompanied by a slight slump of said shoulders, in defeat or something like it until he notices a curious passer by and immediately straightens up, expression as impassive as ever/ 

This is not the place to discuss this, at all. /glances around, spotting an opening to a secluded alleyway and inclining his head towards it with a gesture for Hawke to follow as he headed in to it, not at all fond of it but it would serve well enough for a private discussion while he was still on duty/

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/watches him with interest as Cullen picks out the most shabby, poorly lit alley possible and walks into it with much dignity. he lets out a slight huff of amusement and follows him in/ 

Not exactly an estate, but, could be worse. /takes a finger of the metal gauntlet between his teeth and tugs it off with little effort, then glances around, taking in the low walls and crackling light of the street/ This is fine. Though you're going to need to help me with that skirt. Bunch it up, or something. Be a dear.

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It certainly makes things easier, no doubt. I wonder if we will be gone again come Thursday, same as always, if we’re back for good this time… 

/crosses his arms, shifting his weight in a slightly uncomfortable manner, feeling awkward in his own skin/ I’m… not sure, admittedly. /presses a hand to his temple, averting his gaze when he felt his face beginning to heat up/ However good you are with secrets, one cannot keep secrets from the Maker. It’s not explicitly stated, but I don’t think that fraternization with apostates is ever looked kindly upon. Nevermind the fact that I’m the Knight-Captain… 

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I suppose that's the norm, now, so I would count on it.

If the Chant doesn't strictly forbid it serrah, I don't see why you'd be so averse. /leans in towards him, arms uncrossed and steady by his sides, only slightly tense but still keeping a grin/ It's something you want, and I'm not about to refuse. 

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Soft spots and weak spots are one in the same, and I do not intend to make a habit out of publicly advertising mine. /looks a little more weary/ Besides, you’ve already gotten away with flaunting magic in front of me and throwing undergarments at me. I dare say that any ‘soft spot’ I have for you has been made painfully obvious by this point.

That’s probably for the best. /shakes his head, hiding his amusement/ I trust that you’ve been making up for lost time now that we’re back in Kirkwall then? Actually, speaking of… It seems as if no time has passed at all since we left. I was expecting the Knight-Commander to hang, draw and quarter me for abandoning my post and yet… nothing. 

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Seems like it. People were baffled, not indignant, to hear that I've been gone for weeks. I suppose that's something to appreciate in this ordeal.

/tilts his head as he listens, lips slanting up at one side/ I'm good with secrets. Where do you suggest that leaves us?