Anders' breath catches as Hawke's arms wrap around him and take over their slow and wonderful pace. A low moan floats on his next exhale and the fingers of one hand wrap tight around Wolfe's side while his other hand wraps around himself, grip firm.

He was just as close and wanted the same thing as Hawke, the thought of them finishing together entangled like this, warming him from his core. "Hawke. Love..." His words tangle with his lover's breaths, their lips so close to touch but just far enough to deny them that pleasure.

Seconds, and the feeling of Hawke deep in him, pressing into sensitive nerves mixed with the feeling of his own hand on him, has Anders' breath catching and his muscles straining tight. His release spills over his hand and between their stomachs pressed together, and the muscles around Hawke's length clenched tight.