Anders speaks and Adalwolfe shudders, he moves and the winter mage moans softly, hands running from Anders' sides to his thighs to his stomach, pressing fingers against gently in tactile freedom there to feel his partner rise and fall in more ways. He's not going to last much longer, and while normally that would send Adalwolfe into a frenzied sprint for the edge, this time in this mood he simply observes that fact as he does so many other things, knowing that this is far from the first time and certainly won't be the last. He has Anders, will have Anders for as long as these lives the Maker has seen fit to give them will last.

He says nothing. His head still beats a staccato of I love yous in his chest, the words bubbling in his throat despite already having been said. He wants to repeated over and over, as simple as the declaration was to start. This makes it no more complicated, just more in volume. Anders knows. He has to know, and so Adalwolfe doesn't say it again but instead breathes it, radiates it with every slight twist of his fingers, every shift of his hips to meet his love's weight in his lap. He wraps his arms around Anders just to hold him, sliding his arms in such a way so as to capture the healer's own in the embrace. It's encompassing but warm and Hawke can control the pace like this, grinding headily upwards into Anders with a firm push and hoping the other man is as close as he is. He'd sorely like to finish with both of them tangled like this.

Adalwolfe rests his forehead against Anders', breathing softly and shivering just a bit at not just the sensations but the depth of feeling from them both.