Part of Anders knew this was not the right time for this: Hawke was angry and upset, and really not in the right state if mind to be making love. But the ferocity with which he kissed him made it hard to resist, and a bigger part of Anders knew Hawke needed this. He was feeling insecure, and needed a bit of reassurance that his mage was there for him.

And Anders had no problem reminding his lover who he belonged to. Hawke was his, and Maker did he love to say that. And more importantly, hear him say it.

Anders growled into the kiss, surprising Hawke when he flipped them so the shorter man had his back pressed into the sofa. Hawke moaned, deepening the kiss as Anders' weight settled against his body.

Maker did this feel good! Anders' hands were already exploring his body, seeking to strip him of his armor. Hawke couldn't help but shiver in anticipation, and throw his arms around his lover's shoulders.

Their kisses were furious, tongues dancing and teeth clashing, parting only long enough to take quick gulps of air before diving back in. Experienced fingers made quick work of armor and robes, until the two men found themselves in nothing but their breeches. Yet the kisses did not stop, mouths meeting in open sloppy movements as hands explored the open plains of their exposed bodies. Eventually, the need for friction became too much, and Anders began to grind down into the rogue's very prominent bulge. Hawke broke the kiss with a breathy moan.

Anders couldn't help but smile in satisfaction. "Getting a little excited, are we love?" He teased before bending down to attack his lover's neck.

Anders always knew just how to make Hawke squirm. Despite being mortified by how easily the mage could turn him into a moaning, begging, whore Hawke loved every second of it. Anders could work magic on his skin, and as the two were finally stripped of the last of their clothing he was reminded of just how experienced his lover's hands were.

Anders took both of their hot erections in his hand, and began to pump them, squeezing them firmly together. The mage grinned as Hawke began to squeak and moan beneath him. He practically purred, nibbling at the younger man's ear.

"You like that, don't you dear?" the breathless groans and eager nods he received in reply only made him grin wider, "You want more, don't you love? Tell me what you want, you know I live to please."

Hawke shoot his head furiously, face flushed a deep red. Anders wanted to hear him beg, and he was not in the mood. "D-damn it Anders! Please…"

"Please what? You'll have to be more specific, love." Anders tightened his grip around their erections, tight enough where he himself gave an involuntary shudder.

Hawke growled in frustration, quickly caving under the barrage of frenzied strokes. "Maker curse you, fuck me Anders! I want you inside me, please! Just… Just fuck me damn it!"

Anders groaned. There was nothing that turned him on more than hearing his lover beg for him. Not wanting to leave the other man waiting any longer, he dropped his hand to the floor and reached into his jacket pocket for a healing potion. Hawke liked the way it tingled when they used it as lube. Kinky little thing.

Pulling the cork from the bottle with his teeth, he dipped his fingers into the potion. Spitting the cork carelessly onto the floor, Anders slipped down his lover's body, placing a quick kiss on the darker man's pulsing cock. Hawke whimpered audibly in response. Anders merely smiled.

"Relax, my love." Anders cooed, giving a gentle kiss to the rogue's stomach, "You won't be empty for much longer."

With that, the mage pressed a single finger to the younger man's puckered entrance. The tight little muscle twitched at his touch, causing Anders to grin. Hawke might be embarrassed about voicing his needs, but his body had no problem begging to be filled. So Anders granted its wish.

Hawke yelped at the penetration, but it was quickly followed by a choked moan as the finger inside him began to wriggle, searching for that bundle of nerves that drove him absolutely wild. Anders knew his body, and he found it within seconds. Before long he had the assassin squirming and shouting beneath him, scissoring his passage and pumping small jolts of electricity against his prostate. Oh how Hawke loved when Anders used magic in the bedroom. Heat, cold and electricity were wonderful aids, and within a few minutes this teasing had both men dripping with sweat and achingly hard.

"Andy!" Hawke groaned, "I'm so close… Anders, I need you inside me right fucking now."

Anders growled in response, withdrawing his fingers, and throwing his lover's legs over his shoulders. He looked up at Hawke for permission as he poured more of the potion over his throbbing erection, and in response to his eager nodding, he lined himself up, and plunged in.

They moaned in unison as their bodies met, and Anders knew immediately he wouldn't last long. Hawke's passage pulsed deliciously around him, making the mage shudder and groan. Burying his face in the crook of his lover's neck, he began to slowly thrust into the other man. And it was heaven.

They soon lost themselves in the rhythm of their bodies, growling, moaning, and shouting as they thrust and bucked against each other. There was a strong possibility that the servants could hear them, but at this point all they cared about was the breathtaking way their bodies met and the shivers of pleasure it sent through their bodies. Anders had tried to start slow, to give the other man time to adjust, but as Hawke bucked wildly against him, the mage gave in and gave the rogue the furious pounding he wanted so badly. Skin slapped obscenely against skin as Anders plowed forcefully into his lover's tight ass, but the sound was almost completely drowned out by Anders' hungry growls and Hawke's desperate shouts. And was Hawke ever shouting.

The rogue gasped, moaned, and wailed as his lover plowed him with almost painful force. Anders knew just what to do to make his lover come apart beneath him, and tonight, Hawke was losing control in the best possible way. Hawke scratched slowly down the other man's back, so overwhelmed with pleasure he couldn't think straight. He clutched desperately at his lover as his orgasm began to build.

"So… So close…" Hawke gasped, "Harder Andy, please!"

Unable to deny him, Anders moaned into the other man's shoulder, pistoning his hips forward with as much force as he could muster.

Hawke shivered and gasped, words lost in the sweet brutality of Anders' hips slamming against his own.

Feeling his own release drawing nearer as well, Anders took Hawke's neglected cock in hand and began to pump it furiously.

He bent down, and growled in his lover's ear. "Cum for me, love. Say my name. I wanna hear you scream it!"

Hawke stilled, body tense and eye rolling as his orgasm crashed through him. As he came, he practically howled. "Anders!"

Anders' breathing hitched as Hawke's passage clamped like a vice around his pulsing cock. Plunging forward with one final thrust, his jaw went slack in a silent moan as he filled his lover with his seed. So wrapped in his own pleasure was he, he only dully registered Hawke spilling across his hand.

Exhausted and sweaty with exertion, Anders collapsed onto his lover, not even caring about the sticky mess pressed between their stomachs. After a moment, the older man slipped out of the other's body, and shifted them on the couch. Before long Hawke lay nestled into the mage's chest, dozing softly, exhausted but content.

Anders ran his fingers gently through Hawke's hair. He smiled down at his peaceful, sleeping form and he felt his heart swell with love. He found he couldn't care less what the other nobles thought of the man he held so gently in his arms. Regardless of what anyone said, one thing was true: this little Hawke had captured his heart, and Anders wouldn't want it any other way.

I've never written smut before so I really hope it turned out ok. I'm sorry if I left anyone waiting for the second part for too long, writing sex in a way that isn't massively unsexy takes some... practice I guess. Anyway, thank you so much for reading and don't be afraid to be honest about what you think! Criticism welcome!