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"We should slow down," Gavin panted, but his words did not match his actions at all, chasing that pleasure just as hard and fast as he had been before he spoke - perhaps more so. "Creators, Maxwell, you--"

But whatever Maxwell was, it was lost in the moan that came next, in the desperate wordless plea against his lips.

Gavin might have asked him to slay a dragon, for as easy the request was. With his heart pounding, his skin burning - everything in him urging him on, just a little further, just a little....

He groaned into the kiss, fingers flexing and kneading into Gavin's skin, into the muscle beneath. He couldn't stop immediately, hips thrusting again, but it was slower, shallower.

The man wanting to give, even as the body was desperate to take.

"Alright," he whispered breathlessly. "...Alright. I'm sorry."

So perhaps Gavin didn't want as much, as the same as he did, that was alright. He could adjust.

It made it easier, that much was true, though he was so close that his body wanted to race ahead without him, his heart pounding its frustration against his ribcage.

"What in all of Thedas are you sorry for?" he asked in a groan, leaning in to take a still-heated kiss, even as he carefully withdrew his hand. "Lie back."

"I thought--" The words, the thought, died against Gavin's lips. Kissing him back, catching at him as he pulled away, his heart lurching in the space before Gavin spoke again.

A moan hummed against Gavin's lips, relief and pleasure twisting together. Another kiss, and then another, and finally he withdrew, laying back against the blankets with a pant.

"I want you to enjoy it, just as much."

"Yeah, I would just like to enjoy it a little longer," Gavin teased, wetting his lips as he shifted himself up onto Maxwell's hips, allowing himself a minute to breathe, though his cock lay heavily against him. "If it were up to only you, I'd be done and out for the night already."

He leaned down, pressing a firm kiss to Maxwell's lips before pressing another to his jaw, to his throat--

He laughed, a sound thicker, rougher, than usual, muscles of his throat shifting beneath Gavin's lips.

"'Only you, he says,'" he joked arms lifting to wrap around him, palms sliding up the length of his back, fingers curling as they dragged down again and griped at his hips. "With that mouth--"

With those hands, and those legs, squeezing around him. With that heat, burning against his hip....

"Never mind. Take whatever vengeance you see fit."

"I plan to," Gavin replied easily, grinning as his lips traced down Maxwell's collar bone. Lingering, tasting. He was going to take his time, now, if only because one wrong move and he was going to lose everything instantly.

His hands slid down Maxwell's thighs as he traced his way lower with his lips, his tongue darting out to taste as he did so, making a clear - if meandering - trail down south.

He might not have been the smartest man in Thedas, but he could follow those dotted kisses all too easily. His mind leaped ahead, body a heartbeat behind, muscles of his chest and stomach clenching under Gavin's mouth. His cock twitching and weeping.

"Just--," he shifted, a helpless writhe, anticipation cutting through his insides like a blade. Pleasure so sharp it tasted like pain. "Just remember, how delicate I am. A tender, bashful-- flower."

His fingertips bit into Gavin's flesh.

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Gavin couldn't help it, chuckling against his skin even as his chin brushed against Maxwell's thigh, his lips tracing the bone of his hip.

"A flower..." He repeated, coyly, wetting his lips as he turned his head - his cheek just barely brushing against Maxwell's waiting, aching cock. "Is that right... Well, I promise I'll be careful."

"There was, a joke in there..." His voice shifted, straining roughly as he struggled to chain thoughts and words together, blood rushing through his body and pooling low. Burning against the soft, silken skin teasing so close. "Flowers. Blooming... something something dirty. ...Damned if I can make it now."

His hips moved. He couldn't help himself.

He bit the inside of his cheek to try and drag himself back under control.

"Gavin."

"Something something dirty," he repeats, teasing, running his tongue over his lips before he turned his head and pressed a slow, teasing kiss to the underside of Maxwell's cock. He breathed him in, tongue slipping out to run itself up his length, to taste the entirely of it before swirling slowly around the edge of the head before he brought it into his mouth, sucking gently.

Yeah, he was taking his time.

His heart was pounding so hard his ribs hurt. His knuckles ached. The stone above them was swimming, his senses narrowing down to the one that mattered in the moment. The feel of Gavin's breath, cool and hot by turns. The press of his lips, soft, and then firm as they shifted, molded, opened....

"Gavin."

His name again, rougher, lower, strangling in Maxwell's throat.

He grabbed blindly, hands threading into the wealth of Gavin's coppery hair. Winding them together, holding on.

His blood and his heart thumped with the sound of his name - it was incredibly erotic, and he made a promise to himself to get Maxwell to say his name like that many, many more times before the night was done. His head pressed up against Maxwell's palms before he sunk down again, sliding his lips painstakingly slowly down the shaft - almost worshipful in its slow deliberation.

Lowly he groaned against his skin, humming against the heated flesh.

It was torment. A sharp, sweet pain that set off little flares of light in his eyes; that set an ache in his knuckles, his hands griping so hard. A muscle jerked low in his stomach, hips straining for release, wanting to move... But he willed himself to lay still, to let Gavin's mouth work tortuously down.

He enjoyed the bite, as much as pleasure.

He allowed himself only the small shift of his leg, thigh moving up enough to rub against the underside of Gavin's cock. A flex of hard muscle, pressing and releasing in a smooth, firm stroke.

A little turnabout (wanting to give, wanting Gavin to burn) as his skin shuddered and the head of his cock began to weep.

Gavin's cheeks hollowed as he began to suck - his tongue swirling around heated flesh and drawing the taste of salt into his mouth.

Maxwell dragged against him and Gavin moaned around Maxwell's cock, eyelids flickering as his body moved back against him - rutting slowly against the man's leg.

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