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.
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?"
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."
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.
Steven's body clenches up with need and his hand strokes faster, toes curling where he's wrapped around Hawke's hips, feeling him move with every thrust. The thought of being inside of Hawke is overwhelming and he just hopes he'd make it good, no matter what.
He can barely think, let alone speak, so his response comes out in a series of cut-off sounds and moans, a little laughter peeking through.
"Yes- Okay- Whatever- Whatever you want," he agrees eagerly, bucking up to meet the more urgent thrusts. "I think I- I'm going to come." He warns despite the heat in his face, eyes screwing shut from the building pleasure.
Hawke helps him along by thrusting harder and nibbling on his neck a little bit more. Just one little mark up where it might be easy for people see. Just because he can and he absolutely wants everyone to know Steven enjoyed a great weekend of sex and is a very wanted man.
He's not going to last much longer either. Especially now that Steven's clenching tighter and moaning so openly. His pleasure feeds Hawke's pleasure. A perfect circle. Together at last.
And when he does tip over the edge Hawke moans against Steven's shoulder as the pleasure sweeps through him. His wings flare up bright with the intensity of his feelings. The emotion and the physical feelings, everything is just a little overwhelming in the best way.
It is all so much indeed, and Steven barely has room to think, only to feel, when he finally tips over the edge too. He bucks up from the bed as his orgasm hits him deeper than he's ever felt it, wrapping himself around Hawke so tight with every limb, every muscle. He makes a mess against his own torso, clean hand clinging to Hawke's hair to keep him close and sheltered against his body.
He's breathing hard when he turns his head to kiss at his boyfriend's temple, unwilling to let him go any time soon. Let them bask in this for a while and catch their breaths. Steven doesn't even know what to say for once, caught up in the moment as he closes his eyes and breathes Hawke in.
This is all he's ever wanted after all: this feeling of connection.
He sniffles a little and nuzzles into Steven's shoulder. It's been so long. So long. Since he felt like this. There's no ash in his wings, no regretful thoughts about Anders. Hawke feels good. His thoughts are only good.
Soft. Loving. Sweet.
All of that centered on Steven. This wonderful man from another world. His heart, already cracked open for Steven just deepens. There's no stopping this headlong fall now. Hawke wouldn't want to.
Steven continues petting through Hawke's hair as they gradually come down together, enjoying the familiarity of his weight on top of him. It's extra nice with the warm glow of those wings and the deep affection he's feeling right now, deeper than he's felt otherwise.
It's a little scary but also... exciting.
"I don't know if I did much of the work there," he says fondly, teasing himself really. He turns his head to nuzzle deeper against Hawke's temple. "But I'll take the compliment."
"You did more than enough for my pleasure." He kisses him softly, slowly, and deeply. "This is going to feel a bit weird, love."
Hawke is slow as he draws out of Steven's body. His cock is getting soft and he'd slip out anyway soon. He knows that sensation can be a lot, especially if Steven's feeling sensitive after sex.
It's definitely an unpleasant sensation, especially when he's still so sensitive, and he wrinkles his nose dramatically when Hawke pulls away. He knows it's necessary though, and in retrospect he's wondering if he should have asked to use a condom for the mess alone. He doesn't want Hawke to go far though, still feeling rather clingy as he keeps his arms tight around his shoulders.
"Don't go far," he insists, though his legs loosen their grip in case Hawke needs to shift. "Please?"
"Here. We're just going to move away from the wet spot." Hawke wraps an arm around Steve and pulls him towards the edge of the bed, away from the mess.
He keeps his arm around him as he settles them into a much better position for cuddling and relaxing in the aftermath. There is a thought for cleaning up and taking care of any soreness Steven might feel but... cuddling is more important.
Clingy is fine. Hawke's feeling much the same. He wants to stay as close as he can to Steven. His fingers brush idly against his back and he smiles at him, soft, sweet, perhaps even a little loving.
Steven rolls into him easily, fitting into Hawke's arms but throwing his over his boyfriend's waist too. He doesn't want to part after all that, especially when the aftermath of pleasure is still tingling through him, his body wanting to stay near.
He returns that smile with a soft and sweet one of his own, though now that they've calmed, his face and ears are growing red again.
"Well..." Steven has no idea what to say and the realization pulls a laugh out of him, quiet but honest, and he leans in to kiss Hawke gently instead. "Well."
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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?"
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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.
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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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"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."
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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."
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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.
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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...
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"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.
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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."
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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.
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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."
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"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.
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"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."
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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.
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"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.
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"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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He can barely think, let alone speak, so his response comes out in a series of cut-off sounds and moans, a little laughter peeking through.
"Yes- Okay- Whatever- Whatever you want," he agrees eagerly, bucking up to meet the more urgent thrusts. "I think I- I'm going to come." He warns despite the heat in his face, eyes screwing shut from the building pleasure.
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Hawke helps him along by thrusting harder and nibbling on his neck a little bit more. Just one little mark up where it might be easy for people see. Just because he can and he absolutely wants everyone to know Steven enjoyed a great weekend of sex and is a very wanted man.
He's not going to last much longer either. Especially now that Steven's clenching tighter and moaning so openly. His pleasure feeds Hawke's pleasure. A perfect circle. Together at last.
And when he does tip over the edge Hawke moans against Steven's shoulder as the pleasure sweeps through him. His wings flare up bright with the intensity of his feelings. The emotion and the physical feelings, everything is just a little overwhelming in the best way.
Hawke has to blink back a few tears.
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He's breathing hard when he turns his head to kiss at his boyfriend's temple, unwilling to let him go any time soon. Let them bask in this for a while and catch their breaths. Steven doesn't even know what to say for once, caught up in the moment as he closes his eyes and breathes Hawke in.
This is all he's ever wanted after all: this feeling of connection.
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Soft. Loving. Sweet.
All of that centered on Steven. This wonderful man from another world. His heart, already cracked open for Steven just deepens. There's no stopping this headlong fall now. Hawke wouldn't want to.
"Mm, you are incredible." He sighs happily.
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It's a little scary but also... exciting.
"I don't know if I did much of the work there," he says fondly, teasing himself really. He turns his head to nuzzle deeper against Hawke's temple. "But I'll take the compliment."
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Hawke is slow as he draws out of Steven's body. His cock is getting soft and he'd slip out anyway soon. He knows that sensation can be a lot, especially if Steven's feeling sensitive after sex.
It will also be a touch messy.
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"Don't go far," he insists, though his legs loosen their grip in case Hawke needs to shift. "Please?"
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He keeps his arm around him as he settles them into a much better position for cuddling and relaxing in the aftermath. There is a thought for cleaning up and taking care of any soreness Steven might feel but... cuddling is more important.
Clingy is fine. Hawke's feeling much the same. He wants to stay as close as he can to Steven. His fingers brush idly against his back and he smiles at him, soft, sweet, perhaps even a little loving.
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He returns that smile with a soft and sweet one of his own, though now that they've calmed, his face and ears are growing red again.
"Well..." Steven has no idea what to say and the realization pulls a laugh out of him, quiet but honest, and he leans in to kiss Hawke gently instead. "Well."
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