2 and 3 for the kiss promprts
2.moving aroundwhile kissing, stumbling over things, pushing each other back against thewall/onto the bed
3. kissing sodesperately that their whole body curves into the other person’s
“Shit!” Hawke hissed, whispered, half-laughing, as the backof his heel hit the stair and he lost his balance and fell back, hard onto hisass. Fenris followed him down, chasing his mouth, swinging a leg over his hipto settle on his lap. His hands cupped the mage’s face, the wickedly sharp,curling claws of his gauntlets careful against his flesh, scraping through hishair almost delicately before they turned rough, grabbed handfuls, yanked himwhere he wanted him. Fenris’s tongue plunged into his mouth, greedy,determined, and Hawke forgot the discomfort from his fall, the dull sharp jabof the stair lip against his back. Fenris ground hips against his hips, hegrowled, low and menacing, when Hawke tried to reposition himself.
Hawke moved quickly, braced one arm against the banister andhe pushed, and Fenris fell back onto his rear on the landing and there was justtime to catch, briefly, the elf’s startled look before Hawke had moved to joinhim, covering his body, finding his mouth again, hot and hungry, and Fenrispushed up, arching against him before he found purchase and rolled.
It was Hawke’s turn to be surprised. When he tried to situp, Fenris pushed his shoulders back down, hard. He caught the elf’s expression– satisfied, troublesome. Fenris bit Hawke’s lip when he tried to speak, and thenFenris was kissing him again.
