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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.

"Shhs, take a breath," he says softly against Steven's lips. "You're getting tense again."

Hawke is searching for that little spot inside Steven. It will certainly help ease the tension he can feel around his fingers and the hands restlessly roaming over his skin.

A little tilt of Steven's hips to the right angle and then there, there, now he can get deep enough and tease that spot nice and slow.

"Sorry," he can't help but apologize softly despite not needing to - it's just in his nature. The reminder helps him relax his body though, flush as he tips his head back into the pillow and looks at Hawke, focusing on how handsome and lovely he is.

Then he finds that spot without too much prodding, and Steven's breath catches, his toes curling as his legs bracket Hawke a little higher.

"Oh, bloody hell," he breathes out, laughing a little under his breath, because it always surprises him. "That- That's good, love."

He leans in for another kiss, trying his best to stay relaxed this time as he hones in on how good this feels, hands traveling down his lover's body, one hand slipping between them to find Hawke's length again and give it a firm stroke.

That little apology is so very Steven. Hawke chuckles and gives him a nice firm kiss. There's nothing to apologize for but he knows saying that won't make a difference.

"Oh, that's good, love," he echoes back as he thrusts a little into Steven's hand. "Don't give me too much attention though. Your mouth was very good to me."

His cock might want all the attention in the world and he might be aching to come but Hawke does not want to take the edge off first. He wants to be inside Steven when he comes.

"I'm lucky we're taking this slow or else I might embarrass myself." He grins down at Steven, warm and soft and wild with affection.

Warm pleasure spreads through his body gradually the longer fingers probe inside of him, rubbing up against that spot. He knows Hawke is bigger than a few fingers but he trusts him to make this as unpainful as possible, and the anticipation is getting to him.

"Really?" He can't help but laugh quietly with Hawke, his hand giving one last squeeze before sliding away to spare him any embarrassment, roaming back up his side instead. That warmth is matched with his own expression, just as soft and full of affection, mingled in with the desire. His eyes have shifted to that telltale golden pink. "I promise I won't judge you if you do break, love. I- I'm pretty sure I would if I was in your position."

The thought alone sends a burst of arousal in his gut and he squirms, a deeper rub making him moan and cling again.

"It's been weeks," he says with a laugh and a slight blush on his cheeks. Hopefully hidden by his beard. "Maybe I should have jerked off a few times before you came over."

Hawke had gone years without sex before Steven came into his life. He waited months before taking Steven to be. He should be better at a slow pace than this. He should be able to be patient but all he can think about is how hot and tight Steven's going to feel around his cock.

It's very, very distracting.

He kisses along Steven's neck as he moans. "Don't worry, you'll get that chance."

They have days. Steven will get fucked and fuck him in return. It will be amazing and wonderful and feel so good for both of them.

"Do you want four fingers before my cock?" he asks.

Steven snorts at that statement, followed by a little laugh. "That would have ruined the anticipation, wouldn't it? We can fail together, I don't mind."

He'd rather have this excited desperation with his partner than not, even if they come too fast or things get bumpy along the way. At least they have a tendency to laugh those moments off together.

"I- Oh- Well..." He isn't sure how to answer that question, especially with the fingers currently rubbing up inside of him. The thought of four fingers feels impossible, but so does something more. Steven wants it though and ends up shaking his head, looking up at Hawke again with a distinct flush across his face. "Just- I'd rather have you. Get it over with and all, yeah? Not that it's something to rush but- but would it really make a big difference?"

"It would just prepare you more." Hawke shrugs. Is it necessary? No, not really. Not if they take it slow. It will be a tight fit whatever they do given this is Steven's first time.

Hawke slowly draws his fingers out of Steven and reaches for the lube again. "No time like the present to try. If my cock feels like too much we'll go back to the fingers, okay? Stretch you a little more."

He slicks his cock probably too generously and takes a second to put more lube around Steven's hole. Then Hawke takes his thigh in hand and hikes it up. He guides himself to his entrance and slowly starts to push in.

His eyes locked on Steven's face the entire time. To make sure it's good. To make sure it doesn't hurt. To see him enjoy the pleasure that he hopes to see.

Steven simply nods in agreement against the pillow, shifting to try and stay comfortable, but he'd be lying if he said some nerves hadn't cropped up. It's only natural, and not because of Hawke at all, but the anticipation of it all is getting to him.

He stays as relaxed as he can when he feels Hawke pressing inside of him at last, one hand gripping his partner's arm for contact, the other clinging to the bed instead. The pressure is familiar and yet more prominent than fingers, but he takes deep breaths to keep himself from getting too tense.

"It- It's fine, I promise," he reassures Hawke, eyes meeting his with that same pink glow, though there's a hint of anxious blue too, just because of the newness of this. He doesn't want to stop though, moving his other leg wider to stay open. "Keep- Keep going, okay?"

Steven's eyes are so gorgeous. Hawke feels his breath catch in his chest and his expression softens into something tender. His eyes don't change color but his wings are changing to the warm golden color of pleasure and happiness.

He does keep pressing in, keeps going forward until Steven's body opens and he slides inside. Hawke can't help but moan. Steven is tight and hot and clutching the length of his cock already.

Oh, this is going to be incredible.

"Still good?" he asks, a little hitch of a moan in the question. Hawke is still pressing forward. There will come a time when he could bury himself hard and deep in a single thrust. With time and practice.

This first time Hawke trembles a little with restraint and pleasure. He loves this but Maker's balls holding himself back is quite the feat.

The glow from Hawke's wings is comforting too, especially knowing that he's clearly happy right now, the feeling quite mutual. Steven has learned to read those wings well and he can tell there's nothing but joy and pleasure right now.

His own anxiety will smooth out eventually but, for now, he's just trying to relax, which is easier said than done for someone already as anxious as Steven. Still, he trusts Hawke and focuses on touching him instead, hands roaming up his arms and toward his shoulders to draw him in closer, wanting the contact more than anything.

"Y- Yeah," he stutters out at first, the pressure so much more intense. He senses the way Hawke is holding back, the tremble in his body, and he hopes to soothe with one hand drawing through the mage's hair again. "I just- I need a minute. Thank you, love. I know it- it's a lot, isn't it?" He can't help but laugh.

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