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lleaflet:

If you’re wondering where I’ve disappeared to, I have two Skyrim roleplay blogs I’m running, and I’ve got my hands full with them |D If you’re interested (and want to contact me via tumblr), I’m here: askbadras and halionnuhu.

hazado:

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blinkingkills:

stress relieving quickporn

hawkeXfenris

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littlepunkryo:

by Aimo at BSN

o3o

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brelaina:

frikadeller:

NO EXCUSE OTHER THAN…

“I really want to draw porn…..”

“Mmm, Garrett-” his voice cut off in a sharp intact of breath and he clutched to Hawke’s thick brown hair, long fingers fisting hard in it for purchase. “This… isn’t-“

Right.

But he couldn’t say it. He knew he should, his faith screamed at him to stop what was happening, but Hawke was doing things to him and they were in the Chantry, so help him, and he could see the statue of Andraste staring down at him accusingly but it only made it worse, and he knew someone could walk in on them and-

“If I have to gag you, Sebastian,” Hawke hissed into his ear, and it made him shiver, “then I will.”

And that definitely shouldn’t have gone have gone straight to his cock, but it did. Sebastian squirmed half-heartedly. He could feel Hawke’s breathing hot in his ear, his hand curled around his hard length and casually rutting his hips against Sebastian, forcing the brunet’s own cock into the prince’s hand, making him feel just how desperate he was for him.

Making him feel his engorged head, the trickle of pre-come down his length, the throbbing veins that ran up the base of his shaft and hummed with every beat of Hawke’s heart, the thick dark curls at his base… Sebastian groaned.

Its been too long.

Hawke pulled back and he almost cursed something foul. Almost.

Hawke smirked at him, his pupils dilated and his lips lopsided in his poorly covered up desire to pounce on Sebastian and fuck him into submission right then and there, Chanty or no.

The brunet licked his lips. Sebastian swallowed hard. He realised he was panting lightly.

“You don’t have much chest hair,” Hawke said casually, his hand ghosting over the small sprinkle of gingery hair that was there.

Sebastian’s features fell and he gave the brunet a withering look. Hawke merely raised an eyebrow at him and grinned.

“Not everyone can be a gorilla like you.” Something in him snapped, and he forced Hawke backwards until he gasped and his back hit the cool bronze of the statue of Andraste.

A satisfied look stole over Hawke’s features. “Oh, I like-“

He didn’t get a chance to finish it, because he muffled his words with a punishing kiss, his hands slamming into fists on the statue behind him and his hips thrusting shamefully against Hawke.

He’d feel guilty later. Horrified.

…maybe.

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supermanindisguise:

Trying this when Matt and I get closer…..even tho thats pretty much what happened the first night we hung out….aha

I know this is porn-y….but it would be quite nice to have this right about now. :)

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autumnyte:

Oh, man. Now onlytowardschaos has gone and gotten me in a neck kissing mood.  

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