The kisses and sweet words peppered between have him smiling and warm and so full of love bursting and rushing through his veins better than his blood ever could. He doesn't move his hand away, but the strokes are gentle and slow like the kiss Hawke bestows upon him. When they pull apart again, he looks at Anders with that warmth and what he says...it's truth. It must be because Hawke said it in that way he does when there's no argument to be had.
He hopes there's never a day where he can hear these words, see that face, and know this feeling and find he no longer feels like he must have cheated. He must have to be even thought deserving of what love Hawke had to offer. His sun. His light in the darkness.
He shifts so his other hand can sweep back through Hawke's hair to push back what hung in his face while the hand on Hawke's length paused, only his thumb brushing idly over the delicate skin. Amber eyes swept from feature to feature: smooth skin, creased lines, ice blue eyes, that crook in Hawke's nose Anders loved to kiss. He took stock of it all in a detailed and reverent way he hadn't indulged in for some time. "I love you so fully and hopelessly, Adalwolfe Hawke. You are the sun in my sky, keeping me warm and lighting my way through whatever darkness or demons or evil seeps in. There you are to keep me whole, sane, and safe. I wonder if you have any idea how much you mean to me and all that I would do for you."
"I may have an inkling," he smiles into the kiss he leaves on Anders' lips, and then on his forehead. His eyes. Hawke is also usually one for words, but right now, he's a man of action. A man who's fiance is holding him hostage with hand and pretty words both. "If I am the sun, then I may keep things bright, but you are the air in my lungs, the sweet scent of growing things. A low rumble of thunder promising a spring rain for all the flowers to bloom in. I never cease to be amazed by you, by your resilience, by your fortitude, your passion."
Adalwolfe's gaze softens and he slides his hand to cradle Anders' head so he can gaze into his eyes. Warm whisky brown, always searching, never satisfied but often pleased. "If I lived my life over again alongside you a hundred times, I'd fall in love with you in each and every run. I'm going to make love to you, Anders. With all the tender care and unfathomable passion of the first time."
It's not often he makes such declarations, usually feeling a bit hokey in doing so, but there's something about how they're coiled around each other, how Anders has already professed his feelings, that makes it less embarrassing and more simple fact. He loves Anders, and he'll show him in every possible way.
Adalwolfe shifts, sliding a bit in Anders' hand, and kisses him slowly, deeply, and encompassingly.
He loses himself to the kiss, for more than a moment, there's nothing sweeter or kinder than the feeling of Hawke's lips against his. Like the first time he says and for a moment Anders can feel the jump of ecstasy of that first moment when he'd desperately claimed Hawke's lips for his own in his clinic. There'd been a rumble then, something that spoke of disapproval and a whisper that he shouldn't be doing this that ran through his head that he'd might have thought his own feeling if not for how perfect kissing Hawke felt. He'd never felt such a clear distinction between his desires and Justice's than in that moment.
The feeling had faded with time and Justice's approval, but now it was just him in his head and he could revel in the perfection of being with the man who would always hold every part of him. He was not a man who liked to be trapped, but Adalwolfe Hawke was not a cage, he was armor to wrap Anders in so he could feel loved and protected.
He pulled away from the kiss only when breath demanded and lightly squeezed at Hawke still gently held. "Yes...show me, love." He wanted to feel those beautiful words Hawke had gifted him traced into his skin under his champion's fingers and lips.
Anders squeezes lightly and Hawke's breath hitches. Even so, he's determined to do as directed, to show Anders just how much he loves him. "I don't think I can overstate the power you have over me, my heart. You are the reason I breathe, the reason I'm able to face the day."
He kisses Anders gently, with depthless sincerity. "I found you three times in different worlds, in ours when you gave me a cause, in the Fleet when you brought with you hope, and here too. Here where even for all the terrible things we've already faced, we've regrounded our love anew. In all the multiverse, I know I am the luckiest version of myself because each time I'm lost, its you that guides me back. My beacon, my lit lantern in the deepest dark."
The kisses punctuate each sentence, kisses to Anders' lips. To his face, his shoulders. A kiss planted sweetly over his heart.
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He hopes there's never a day where he can hear these words, see that face, and know this feeling and find he no longer feels like he must have cheated. He must have to be even thought deserving of what love Hawke had to offer. His sun. His light in the darkness.
He shifts so his other hand can sweep back through Hawke's hair to push back what hung in his face while the hand on Hawke's length paused, only his thumb brushing idly over the delicate skin. Amber eyes swept from feature to feature: smooth skin, creased lines, ice blue eyes, that crook in Hawke's nose Anders loved to kiss. He took stock of it all in a detailed and reverent way he hadn't indulged in for some time. "I love you so fully and hopelessly, Adalwolfe Hawke. You are the sun in my sky, keeping me warm and lighting my way through whatever darkness or demons or evil seeps in. There you are to keep me whole, sane, and safe. I wonder if you have any idea how much you mean to me and all that I would do for you."
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Adalwolfe's gaze softens and he slides his hand to cradle Anders' head so he can gaze into his eyes. Warm whisky brown, always searching, never satisfied but often pleased. "If I lived my life over again alongside you a hundred times, I'd fall in love with you in each and every run. I'm going to make love to you, Anders. With all the tender care and unfathomable passion of the first time."
It's not often he makes such declarations, usually feeling a bit hokey in doing so, but there's something about how they're coiled around each other, how Anders has already professed his feelings, that makes it less embarrassing and more simple fact. He loves Anders, and he'll show him in every possible way.
Adalwolfe shifts, sliding a bit in Anders' hand, and kisses him slowly, deeply, and encompassingly.
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The feeling had faded with time and Justice's approval, but now it was just him in his head and he could revel in the perfection of being with the man who would always hold every part of him. He was not a man who liked to be trapped, but Adalwolfe Hawke was not a cage, he was armor to wrap Anders in so he could feel loved and protected.
He pulled away from the kiss only when breath demanded and lightly squeezed at Hawke still gently held. "Yes...show me, love." He wanted to feel those beautiful words Hawke had gifted him traced into his skin under his champion's fingers and lips.
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He kisses Anders gently, with depthless sincerity. "I found you three times in different worlds, in ours when you gave me a cause, in the Fleet when you brought with you hope, and here too. Here where even for all the terrible things we've already faced, we've regrounded our love anew. In all the multiverse, I know I am the luckiest version of myself because each time I'm lost, its you that guides me back. My beacon, my lit lantern in the deepest dark."
The kisses punctuate each sentence, kisses to Anders' lips. To his face, his shoulders. A kiss planted sweetly over his heart.