When all else fails, Anders’ dick rescues the day (◡‿◡✿)
With Anders’s fingers in Hawke’s hair and his lips pulled wide, all possible lines run through Hawke’s flushed span of attention, each one better than the last.
Turns out the best part of the sandwich is the meat.
Don’t worry, I’ll get to the buns next, but you’ll have to turn over…
Haha, get it? Turn over, turnover…
It’s in keeping with the food and food products theme.
Sigh. Everyone’s a critic.
Tell me, Anders, is this how they polish a staff in the Circle?
Could use a dash more seasoning, to tell you the truth.
What sort of vintage would you suggest with a big meal like this?
Hmphg Hurghgm mfrph.
Now imagine how much easier this would be if you wore a skirt like any other mage.
I would drown us both in blood if it would keep you safe. …There, now you see how that can be a terrifying image, especially in regards to intimate acts, don’t you?
Varric’s hiding in the closet—what do you say we invite him to have a lick or two?
Are your eyes closed?
Are you sure?
How many fingers am I holding up your—
All right, your eyes are absolutely, positively closed? This isn’t a sela petrae not-quite-the-truth-of-the-matter situation?
Well, in that case, I regret to inform you that it’s the mabari licking you, not me.
You have excessively bony knees—has anyone ever told you that?
They’re like weapons in the middle of your legs.
Cute, rosy weapons.
Remarkable how I can do this and talk so much, isn’t it?
I love the way you laugh when you—
Like it’s such a surprise that anyone could make you feel…something. Something better.
And the only punishment you have to suffer for it is the conversation.
Which isn’t so bad, all things considered.
But, Hawke supposes, the best things are always left unspoken.