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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.

Hawke shifts his weight so he can pet Steven's hair back from his head. Then he ducks down and kisses him deeply. Steven loves kissing him. It'll help relax him further. Remind him to grab deep breathes in between.

"It's a lot." He agrees with an easy smile. It has been years since he's been with someone like this. He's not quite used to the clench and heat of being inside someone. Of the intimacy, feeling like he's connected to Steven in such a visceral way.

Hawke slows down to give Steven more time to adjust and get comfortable. "You tell me when to move again, love. I can wait."

This is why he wanted to be on his back, happier getting to touch and kiss Hawke while getting on with the rest, because it helps him relax and stay in the mood at the same time. He really does love kissing, and it helps distract his body from any new discomfort, able to focus on the familiar warmth and pleasure he gets from his partner's lips.

Fingers grip onto Hawke's hair and he presses a quicker kiss to that smile, returning it easily. It does feel incredibly intimate like this, and while they've had sex plenty of other ways, this is entirely different.

"It doesn't feel bad just... strange. You're a lot to take in," he teases with another fond laugh, fingers stroking back more hair. Hips shift so he can adjust his legs to hike up against Hawke's sides though, and that helps some, a surprised gasp escaping him. "Oh. I- Yeah, that's- Bloody hell. Slow is good, yeah? For now."

"Why thank you." Hawke puffs up a little with pride. He's a simple man. He likes being told his dick is big.

He nods in agreement and echoes the words back. "Slow is good for now."

And he does take his time, letting Steven adjust. Inch by inch he goes deeper. When it's too much Hawke distracts Steven with kisses until he relaxes again. He can't help the soft words of praise that slip out either. Gorgeous. Beautiful. So good.

Then, somehow, he's in all the way. Gone as deep as he can go inside Steven.

It's just a fact, Hawke. There's no denying it.

The gradual work is well worth it because by the time Hawke is fully inside of him, Steven is much more relaxed and not as tense. Honestly, Hawke has been so patient despite wanting to go wild, and Steven is very impressed. It feels intense by the time they're fully connected though, and he needs a moment to take a deep, shaky breath as he soaks up the physical connection.

"Oh, Garrett..." he sighs out, one hand clinging to the back of his neck, legs still framing Hawke's hips. There's a permanent flush on Steven's face but his eyes are back to being fully pink and heavy with desire. "How's it- How does it feel for you, sweetheart?"

He can imagine, but...

Hawke rests his forehead against Steven's and just enjoys the sensation of being joined like this. Wrapped together. Close as they can get without sharing the same body. He wants to live in this moment. It's so good and calm and perfect.

"Incredible," he murmurs.

Sure, his baser instincts are screaming at him to move because it'll feel better but he can wait. He can enjoy this moment because they won't ever get a first time together again.

He folds his wings around them creating a lovely warm cocoon for them, blocking out the rest of the world, bathing them in golden-white light. Warm. Safe. Loved really.

Eyes close when Hawke presses his forehead to Steven's, also basking in the moment with him. They've had intimate sex before but it's never been like this, and Steven's never felt as close to anyone as he does Garrett right now, so wrapped up in him, physically and mentally.

He feels so much calmer despite his body wanting more too, and being pushed in a way it hasn't before. It doesn't hurt though and it's such a relief, it helps Steven remain relaxed. His hand keeps stroking along Hawke's nape and through the hair touching his neck, and simply existing here together, breathing together, feels better than the physical act itself.

The warmth from Hawke's wings isn't stifling but soothing, and Steven can't help but smile, leaning up to press a softer, briefer kiss to Hawke's mouth, before he murmurs: "You can move, love. I know you're dying to."

"You are so good to me."

Because, yes, he is dying to move. The tension in his muscles is not from overwhelming sensation but holding himself back, taking it nice and easy. For Steven's sake so he doesn't regret a moment of it.

Hawke takes it slow when he moves though. Slow draw back and then a slow drive forward again. Steady, slow thrusts to get Steven used to the sensations and give him plenty of time to ask Hawke to stop if it becomes too much.

He's also trying to get the angle right and really hit that spot that will drive Steven wild.

One day this will be easier but for Steven's first time, this is perfect. He's still very turned on and very attached to his partner (with creeping feelings he is too afraid to name in the moment), but he knows Hawke must be dying for friction.

Motion is a whole other experience and Steven inhales sharply from the feeling, the drag of Hawke's cock inside of him much more intense than fingers. It's not bad though and he trusts the pace Hawke sets, lips parting with soft moans and sounds of pleasure, eyes staying fixated on his partner.

"Feels good," he reassures, fingers tugging gently on Hawke's hair in an affectionate hold. "Don't stop."

Not that he thinks Hawke is anywhere close to stopping, but still.

He touches him all over in the meantime, vocal about what feels good and what's working, but it isn't until Hawke's length nudges up against his prostate that a louder moan escapes him, sounding almost surprised by it. "Oh, fuck."

It would be very difficult to stop now that he's started moving if Hawke's honest with himself. He would because he'll do anything for Steven but it would be quite the test of willpower.

"There, that's it." Hawke grins wickedly. Now he knows the right angle to hit that spot over and over again. He can probably make Steven come like this if he can hold out against his own steadily building pleasure.

If he can ignore the twisting need in his gut and the ache in his balls he can absolutely get Steven to come like this but it's going to be hard.

Another test of willpower.

"I love it when I make you swear," he says and kisses him.

Steven laughs into the kiss though the sound is a bit fluttery and distracted, a deep throbbing of pleasure coursing through his body. It definitely feels better with that contact now.

"You're making it easy- oh fuck!" He's cut off with another genuine curse as he moans, toes curling and thighs bracketing Hawke's hips tighter. Hips angle upward as if to meet the deeper thrusts, and his hands cling through Hawke's wings and against his back.

"Oh my god, that- that feels so bloody good," he gasps out, head pressing back against his pillow. Fingers dig into Hawke's back harder. "More- please."

There. There. Now Steven's starting to give in and relax and embrace the pleasure. He's still snug but the pleasure helps him relax so Hawke's thrusts become smoother, deeper, and a little harder. Not too hard. Steven's not ready for anything rough but deep and firm is good for both of them.

He moans deeply at the bite of Steven's fingers on his back. Blunt nails means it's a dull pressure but there's just enough bite to feel great.

"Oh yeah, you'll get plenty more." He braces a hand above Steven's head and thrusts deeper. He is focused on giving Steven as much pleasure as he can because it is not going to last.

Hawke may want it to but this first time is going to be over sooner than probably either of them would want.

The movements are easier now and Steven doesn't feel as tense anymore, and it helps getting to watch and feel Hawke enjoy himself too. Fingers rake down his back a little harder as Hawke moves deeper, Steven panting with soft moans of his own.

"Garrett," he breathes out again between soft sounds of pleasure and heated moans, getting more and more into it the longer Hawke thrusts against him. Pleasure is mounting with the constant friction and Steven draws one hand between their bodies to stroke himself, arching up toward his hand and Hawke alike. "Gods, that feels- feels so good."

The added sensation of his hand on his length is going to make him come faster and he knows it, already breathing harder and tightening his legs around Hawke's hips.

"Don't fight it. Just enjoy it." This is not going to be a record breaking hours upon hours of sex. They're going to come and it's going to be great. The second round can last forever if they want.

"Next time," he murmurs close to Steven's ear. "You can fuck me. See how it feels."

And it won't last a long time either but Hawke loves the idea of Steven taking him. He wants to see Steven experience it. He expects his lover is going to deeply enjoy it and want more.

Just as Hawke wants more. He wants this every single night.

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