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How is one meant to choose with options like those? Steven’s mind is still swirling with the words passed between them not too long ago, surprised by his own willingness to speak up these days, but he feels far more comfortable with Hawke than he used to. There’s been a lot of changes since he first arrived in Folkmore.

Despite the brilliant shade of red that’s making a permanent home on Steven’s face, he nods quickly at the suggestion, returning a coy smile. It was Steven’s idea after all.

“Yes, yup, I think that’s- that’s a brilliant idea,” he agrees with a little laugh, hands still roaming over his lover’s body. “Maybe I should-”

Before he can finish the thought, he uses the leg around Hawke to shift their body weight to one side, rolling them over until he’s perched on top. Steven presses up on his arms and smiles down at Hawke. “This’ll make it easier.”

The awkward shuffle to reposition makes him hesitate though, only because he’s never done this before.

"Here, let me help."

Now, Hawke has done this before - both ways - so he's quite happy to help guide Steven into the right position. His hands are firm but gentle as he eases Steven around.

"Knees go here," he says as he settles them by his shoulders. "There you go. Keep your weight mostly there. Put a hand on my hip for balance."

Maker, it's hot to guide and help Steven through this. His shy lover now so eager to try things even when his face is bright, bright red.

Once he feels Steven is settled nicely he takes a hold of his ass and squeezes. "When you're ready, love, just easy down. I've got you."

He is grateful to have an experienced partner because while Steven has experience now too, his is not nearly as extensive as Hawke's, and thankfully Steven is not an irrationally jealous person to consider the discrepancy strange. He's glad Hawke knows what he's doing. It makes him feel much more comfortable.

The position is a little awkward to shift into and he tries desperately not to think about the view Hawke has right now (though the mage probably likes it, knowing him). Steven can't help but be shy still, but it doesn't stop him from adjusting and pushing back toward Hawke's face, easing down with his guidance.

"Try not to distract me too terribly, or I'll accidentally neglect you," he teases, one hand pressed to Hawke's hip while the other slides down his stomach and toward the man's arousal, brushing fingers along it.

The view is incredible. Hawke licks his lips watching Steven get settled and then hover over him. His excitement, his arousal, is very clear in the way his cock twitches with eagerness and leaks against his hip.

"Oh, oh," he chuckles, "I am not feeling neglected, love. Not at all."

He carefully spreads Steven's cheeks but he's gentle as he leans in. He starts with little kisses around his cheeks building to using his tongue. They have done this before but not often. He doesn't want Steven to jump and knee his shoulder in surprise.

But eventually he reaches his prize and begins licking around, still slow and careful.

Hawke using his mouth on him for the first time opened up a whole new world of sensation when Steven thought there couldn't be anything more than what they'd already experienced together. He admittedly likes it a lot, and Hawke is very talented with his mouth, but it still makes him squirm regardless of how many times he's felt that tongue. Even now, he can't help but tense up at first, but Hawke makes it easy to ease back and enjoy it, breaths already catching in his throat.

"Garrett..." he sighs out already, fingers gripping his hip tighter as he arches back toward his lover's mouth. It feels so good, and he's momentarily distracted, even though he wants to return the favor as soon as he regains his senses. "Bloody hell."

Eventually, his free hand slides over Hawke's arousal to give him full strokes, using the wetness from the tip to glide his touch easier down the length of him. He shifts on his knees before leaning forward to kiss over the head, stroking the rest of him up toward his mouth.

There it is. There's the beautiful sound of Steven moaning his name. Hawke was pleasantly surprised at just how much Steven enjoyed this. It's one of Hawke's favorite ways to cloud his mind with pleasure and make him that incoherent babbling mess.

It does a fine job of distracting but Steven gets back to his senses soon enough. His mouth feels better than ever after the long drought without it. Hawke moans happily and drags his teeth along the swell of a cheek next to him.

Then he gets his mouth back to work coaxing Steven into relaxing and opening up for him. He's going to take a great deal of time and care with preparing him. Hawke knows he can't really make this first time flawlessly comfortable. It is always... odd the first time but he will make sure it doesn't hurt.

the care and attention he gives Steven with his tongue and mouth keeps him from focusing too much on Steven's mouth and hand on him. The pleasure there could drive him over the edge quickly if he really let it. His lover learns quickly and remembers really well.

He's been shy about everything at the beginning but Hawke makes it easy to warm up to anything they've shared together in bed, including brand new acts that Steven's been surprised by. He never thought of this before experiencing it with Hawke for the first time, and he knows there's so much more yet to discover. It's like he's learning everything his body likes or dislikes all at once.

The touch of teeth makes him twitch but then he's pushing back encouragingly toward Hawke's attention, clearly liking it. Steven breathes hard but steady through his nose as he tries to concentrate on giving back as good as he's getting, gripping Hawke's length steady in his hand while his mouth works over the rest of him. He's had plenty of practice to get better with his mouth at least, knowing where Hawke likes more attention, where to press his tongue or rub his fingers to make him moan. The mutual distraction here works well as Steven muffles his own sounds of pleasure from around Hawke's arousal, unable to help the way his hips keep rocking back toward the press of his lover's tongue.

They're both trying their best but also fumbling a little, struggling to hold back their excitement and need. It's been so damn long that it all feels rather new again. Hawke is rediscovering how clever Steven can be with his tongue along his cock and how much he likes giving pleasure.

The only thing that has always been true is Steven's eagerness to please and his desire to give and give and give.

He eases his tongue in slowing fucking Steven with it, nice and easy. It'll definitely be a touch distracting no matter how good his mouth feels right now.

One thing Steven discovered about himself when exploring sex is how much he likes to give, wanting to make sure his partner isn't neglected from attention, and it brings him more pleasure as a result. He likes knowing they're both feeling good, and he thinks he knows how to please Hawke by now. God, he hopes so anyway...

The motion of that tongue inside of him is definitely much more distracting than moments ago and Steven breathes out hard, muffling another moan around Hawke's length. He has to pull off of him momentarily to lean down and press his forehead to his hip instead, shuddering. His hand is still lazily stroking Hawke but he needs a minute to breathe.

"Garrett," he moans again, hips twitching back against his mouth again. "Bloody hell, I- that feels good, love."

He doesn't mind that Steven has to stop. It always boosts his ego when Steven can't give back because he's too overwhelmed with pleasure. He does not let up so Steven can get back in control.

Hawke has a goal in mind and each thrust of his tongue gets them one step closer. Maker he loves feeling Steven relax and open up for him. Fingers. Tongue. It doesn't matter. The feeling of Steven enjoying and trusting is always good.

He expects Steven will tell him when he feels ready for something larger than his tongue. Or maybe Hawke will get to make him come only on his tongue. That would be fun.

It was a daunting thing to broach the first times but now he's less afraid, and he trusts Hawke with his body in every way. They've been together so long, it's time to take it to the next step, and he wants it to be with him.

The moans and little sounds escaping him come out without his control, Steven squirming as he rocks into the feeling more and more, hard and heavy where he's pressed against Hawke's chest too. His mouth brushes wet kisses against Hawke's skin and then he's turning his head back to press them to the man's cock instead, breathing hard against it.

"Y- You can do more if you want," he breathes out, giving him permission to do as he wishes, because he knows Hawke will be careful. Lips wrap around Hawke's cock again as he takes him back into his mouth, sucking and bobbing his head a bit lower as he regains his bearings, tongue swirling along the tip as he does.

Hawke makes a happy little noise though that permission does mean he has to stop giving Steven attention for a little bit. His lover might need the lack of distraction as well. Permission has been given though so Hawke pulls back with a smacking kiss to Steven's cheek.

"I want to do everything," he says with a little breathless laugh. "The inspiration you give me, Steven, is endless."

He stretches out and uses just a touch of Force magic so the lube jumps into his hand without having to ask Steven to move. Steven on top of him is one of his favorites, not that he could really choose.

Everything with Steven is so good.

Hawke takes a little second to warm the lube with magic as well so it won't be such a shock after the warmth of his tongue. He's quick and eager as he gets his fingers slick and then goes right back to work opening Steven up.

He already misses Hawke's tongue the moment it's gone but he knows it's for the best, especially with how new it is for him to get stretched the way is necessary if they want to do more. Hawke is always gentle about it though and Steven relaxes into the touch of his fingers, happy to busy himself with his mouth over Hawke's cock instead, a whole other kind of distraction now.

He shifts to lean on one elbow and uses the leverage to press his mouth lower onto Hawke's length, bobbing his head slow but a little deeper, tongue pressed up firmly against it as he moves. This is all a lot easier than it was months ago when it was still so new, Steven feeling more confident with the way he sucks on Hawke's length, not as worried about the inevitable pressure from behind.

Lube tastes terrible Hawke has learned in his time with Steven. It's better than conjured grease or tallow like he's used to from home but it definitely doesn't leave a pleasant taste on the tongue.

He focuses on using his fingers now teasing with the tips before pushing one gently and firmly inside Steven. That frees up his mouth though to moan and sing Steven's praises.

"You can take me so deep now," he rumbles with approval. "And your tongue, Steven, yes, that's perfect. Just like that."

He's always vocal with his praise and he is always going to tell Steven how good he is. How amazing.

The approval is more than welcome and helps Steven's confidence, knowing he's doing a good job. Steven can't go all the way down just yet but he's made big improvements. The praise sits warm in his chest as he hums a little in acknowledgment, giving Hawke those same thorough, deep bobs of his mouth. His tongue continues to press up against Hawke's length as his mouth works over him, the hand at the base sliding down over his balls and back up again, touching what he can't with his mouth. He's thorough, if anything, and it helps him focus away from the stretch of fingers starting to press inside of him, staying relaxed.

When he finally pulls off to breathe he leans his head down briefly to press a loving kiss to Hawke's stomach, his voice breathless when he speaks: "Should I stay like this? Is this good?"

"Hmmm..." Hawke has to think a moment but most of his brain is in his dick currently and he's rather enjoying watching Steven's body open around his finger and take him in.

"It might be easier for your first time if you are on your stomach." He palms Steven's ass with his free hand. "And your knees are probably getting tired?"

He doesn't stop fucking Steven with his finger. He's enjoying the feel and the sight a lot. His cock misses Steven's mouth a bit but there are better things to come.

"How would you like to be for your first time, love?" He wants this first time to be what Steven wants, what he's imagined. Dreamed.

Steven doesn't linger away for long, turning his attention back to Hawke's length as he presses more kisses along it, and he's realizing making a decision is really hard right now. He's normally more level-headed but his body is tense with need after weeks without, and now that they get to do whatever they want, it's almost overwhelming.

"A little," he admits regarding his knees, but then Hawke's touching him thoroughly again and he lets out a little exhale of pleasure, mouthing along his boyfriend's flesh again. In truth, he's thought about his first time in many different ways, but he already knows what he'd want with Garrett. He's probably very predictable.

The answer comes delayed though as he continues to lavish Hawke with attention, taking a few moments to suck on him again. Steven admittedly wants to see him though, drawing back to exhale hard again as he gathers his breath. "Call me a romantic but I want to be able to touch and kiss you... so probably on my back?"

It's the sort of answer Hawke expected actually. He adores how soft and sweet Steven is. The romantic edge does nothing to take away from the pleasure he feels. It actually makes it better in a sense.

"You are romantic." Hawke kisses his ass. "And I adore that about you."

He slowly withdraws his finger from Steven and gives his hip a pat. "Come on, love, move over. Get comfortable. I can get you ready while you're on your back. Give you all the kisses you want."

He settles back so Steven can easily move off him and get comfortable on the bed next to him.

Romantic sex is his favorite kind of sex, so of course he'd want his "first time" to be something intimate where he can be tangled up with Hawke and think of nothing else. The way Hawke kisses his butt after calling him romantic makes Steven laugh though, because he's realizing how ridiculous it is talking to his partner while his ass is in his face. God...

Shifting from here reminds him of his age because he can feel the ache in his lower back and hips already. He tries not to show it though as he leaves Hawke's dick with one last kiss too and then rolls to the side, flopping until he's on his back with a slight groan. Steven shifts until he's comfortable, his own hardness pressed up against his body now, legs slightly spread as he looks over to Hawke with a little smile.

"One day I'm just going to stay like that until you send me over the edge," he admits with a little laugh. "Just because I can."

Hawke shifts to his side to watch Steven get comfortable. He is so gorgeous. He does not ignore the urge. Hawke reaches out and strokes his hand over Steven's erection just to touch him.

"Hopefully it'll be quick for your knees," he teases before leaning over and pressing a kiss right above Steven's heart.

The momentum pulls him over and he settles on top of Steven. Hawke nudges his leg just a little bit wider and gets his fingers slick again. Then he's right back to easing his fingers inside of Steven to stretch him open.

The touch to his arousal earns a little gasp and twitch of his hips, not realizing how much he'd needed that touch until now. He's been so distracted with everything else.

Hawke is so handsome though and Steven is glad to see him, no matter how shy he may get along the way. Right now, he just feels turned on and good, hands reaching for Hawke when he leans in closer, just to touch him wherever he can.

"My knees are totally fine, I swear," he laughs again, knowing that's a lie, but hey... he's about to turn 40 in a few months.

Legs draw up naturally and when Hawke's fingers enter him again, Steven closes his eyes to relax into the feeling. Hands slide down Hawke's broad shoulders and over his arms, drawing him closer just to feel more of him. Steven's eyes open again once his hands comb back through Hawke's hair, looking up at him.

"Feels good," he says softer, pressing hips down into the stretch of those fingers.

A little moan of pleasure and happiness slips out when Steven pets his hair. Hawke nibbles up to his neck and sucks another mark against his skin. He's not often possessive but he wants everyone to see Steven is quite taken.

"You tell me when you feel ready for more," he says as he works two fingers inside Steven.

Hawke knows from experience Steven should comfortably take three before he tries to take his cock. And they'll have to go slow anyway. It will be new and overwhelming.

But he will take very good care of Steven. Even if his dick is aching to take him right now.

Steven does his best to remain relaxed with his legs bent at the knees, holding onto Hawke while the mage slowly works him open. It's still relatively new to Steven having something inside of him, but he knows just how good it can feel, and he wants so badly to know how much better it can be too.

"I can take more," he insists while shifting his hips to try and encourage Hawke to do just that. Fingers slide back through his hair again before Steven is urging Hawke to lean in closer, wanting to kiss him. He doesn't really care where that mouth was just minutes ago, because getting his lips on Hawke's is far more important to him right now.

Hawke had been keeping his mouth away in an effort to be polite and not potentially gross Steven out. It doesn't seem to matter to him right now. Hawke still tries to pass his free hand over his mouth and try a little cleansing magic that makes his mouth sort of burn a little bit.

It feels like he's done something to clean his mouth though when he presses it hard against Steven's and kisses him like he is demanding.

He trusts the kiss will be a little distracting as he stretches him with three fingers. It's slow and careful because they haven't done that many that often. Slow, steady progress forward even with his cock demanding more now. Right now.

Steven doesn't mind, and by the time they're kissing again he's returning it hungrily, wanting to get lost in the familiar feeling more than anything else. He loves kissing Hawke, especially when they're intimate like this, and not getting to indulge like this in a long time (for them, anyway).

The press of three fingers is definitely more uncomfortable but he focuses on the feeling of Hawke's lips and tongue on him instead, on the warmth of his skin, the touch of breath on his face. Steven's hands grip and stroke along Hawke's neck and upper back, clinging to him as they kiss, breathing harder and muffling little sounds against his lover's mouth as they do. He tries to angle his hips into the stretch to get Hawke's fingers to find that place inside of him that feels best, knowing that will help immensely.

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