Anders was pressed against Fenris' bed, his hands held together in one of the elf's hands, and the elf's lips on his. Their respective clothes were scattered across the room, thankfully not torn from their rush to get them off. This started as a fight, and appeared to end in a battle for dominance, which Fenris won with ease.
"Fenris-" Anders choked out in a gasp of air as the elf's lips parted from his own. Fenris had decided his mouth was more useful somewhere else. That somewhere was one of Anders' nipples, his free hand working on the other as Anders' moans and gasps filled the room, accompanied by the sound of Fenris thrusting into the mage relentlessly.
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"Brother, were you dreaming about Anders and Fenris again?" Bethany asked, looking at her brother who was crumpled in his sheets on the floor. The older Hawke's forehead was covered in sweat and there was a very obvious wet spot on his blankets. Bethany giggled.
"Maybe." Hawke replied, pulling the sheet over his head as Bethany's laugh sounded a few feet away. He would never live this down. Especially not after Bethany told Varric and Isabela.
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Dragon Age Oneshots
RomanceDragon Age: Origins, Dragon Age: II, and Dragon Age: Inquisition oneshots. Requests are open, and most will also be on AO3 at @CatTheStrange
