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Anders' mind was never quieter than when he was comfortably seated on Fenris's cock. Stuffed full of lyrium and searing flesh, the mage writhed, desperately chasing a bit of friction.
"Mage." The elf's voice was low and harder than steel. "This is your last warning. Don't move. And if you speak, I will stop altogether."
Anders whined, stilling his hips but clenching down in protest. The silk of the blindfold was cool over his eyes and blocked out everything, so it was especially jarring when another dick brushed over his lips. His jaw dropped as he gasped, mind briefly short-circuiting, and allowed the tip to slip between them before it withdrew.
"That's it," Hawke's voice murmured as he slapped his cock gently against Anders' cheek. "Open that pretty mouth of yours. Show me what you can do with it."
"He is especially pretty like that, you know," Fenris said genially, as though they were discussing the weather. "Full and unable to mouth off."
Hawke shifted, trailing pre-cum across Anders' bottom lip but drawing away as he tried to get a better taste. "I'm sure you enjoy that."
"I do." Fenris grasped Anders' hips, lifting him far enough to nearly slip out, and slammed him back down so hard that the mage’s head fell back in bliss. He barely managed to hold back a curse, strangled syllables escaping anyway.
The elf chuckled, dark and sinful. "Do you like your surprise, amatus ?"
Anders opened his mouth wide, unable to tell how far away Hawke was but desperate to taste him again. He licked his lips, chasing the drops left behind.
"Shall I fuck your throat?" The whisper came right by his ear, warm breath against his cheek followed by a chaste kiss. "Trap you between us and use your holes until you can do nothing but lie on the ground and remember all of this?" The air rustled—perhaps he had straightened, for the warmth was gone. "Who owns you, Anders?"
He craned his neck, threw a desperate look back at Fenris though he knew the elf could not see his eyes.
"You may speak. One word, Anders."
"Fenris," he gasped. " Fenris ."
"A good answer." Fenris slipped a bell into his hand, gripping his wrist tightly before letting go. "Drop it if you need to stop."
Hawke's thicker fingers caressed his cheek, tucked a strand of loose hair behind his ear, slid down to open his jaw again. "Deep breath, Anders."
He hardly had the chance to take one in before a cock, thick and veiny— Maker , Anders hadn't even seen it yet—was being shoved into his mouth. He gagged before his throat had a chance to relax, then startled when Fenris pulled out and thrust back into him.
Anders lost himself like that. Unable to see, surrounded by the cool darkness and pinned in place by hands and cocks, tugged between the two strong men like a plaything. He tried to cry out when Fenris nailed his prostate, but the sound was muffled as Hawke thrust ever deeper. His own cock dragged on the sheet below, hardly enough stimulation to do more than tease. When Hawke did draw back enough for another lungful of air, he wailed.
Fenris was near silent, as always, the only indication of his exertion soft grunts to pair with the slap of flesh. Hawke, on the other hand, provided a bit more commentary.
" Fuck , yes, Anders, that's it," he mumbled. "Your mouth, fuck, your mouth is so good . I could fuck you like this all day if Fenris let me. You look so good, so pretty, mouth stuffed full of my cock."
It was too much, hearing such filth from their ever-so-stoic leader. Anders convulsed, spilling onto the sheets, and cried out again when Fenris grabbed his hair and pulled him off of Hawke. "We aren't going to stop," he hissed into his ear. "I hope you are prepared for that, cumming so quickly. You know better than that, mage."
Anders panted, throat raw, and allowed himself to be shoved back down. The bell rattled softly in his fist but he did not drop it.
Hawke slapped his dick against his cheek again, once, twice, thrice. A tap against his chin was the only warning he had before he was choking and the fucking was resumed.
He drifted in it: saliva dripping down his neck, Hawke's balls slapping his chin, Fenris buried deep within him, brushing his prostate with every thrust. Tear-damp silk against his eyes, his scalp aching where the elf had gripped it, there was nothing in his world but near-overwhelming sensation. And then Hawke grunted, thrust so deep Anders' nose touched curls, and he came. Anders' throat convulsed, desperate to swallow every drop before he withdrew.
"Pull him up, Fenris," Hawke panted. "I want to suck him."
And so he was manhandled again. One of Fenris's hands was still on his hip, effortlessly controlling the assault while the other slid through hair to pull and twist at his nipples. And then his own cock was surrounded by warmth, enveloped in Hawke's mouth before the man lifted off and licked down the shaft. No longer gagged, Anders screamed, hardly registering the gibberish coming out of his own mouth.
"Speak," Fenris grunted. "Tell me how you feel."
"I— Maker , fuck, Fen, so good, fuck, danke , fick , heiliger —" He came again, seed running down his rigid cock before it was licked up by Hawke. " Fenris —"
"Is it too much? You—you haven't dropped the bell." Fenris had to have been close, spoken contractions betraying the steady rhythm of his hips. Anders’ nipples were abandoned as deft fingers wove themselves into his hair and yanked .
"No, don't stop, fuck, not too much for me, I can handle— Fenris!" He cut himself off with a scream.
"Can we get another one out of him, you think?" The smirk was evident in Hawke's voice. "I wanna try."
"I know we can," Fenris replied breathily. "Once, Anders came six times in one night.” He stopped for a deep breath. “I bathed him myself when we were done—he could hardly lift a finger. Spent the whole day in my bed while we hunted slavers."
Anders tried to grin at the memory, but it rapidly turned into yet another wail as Hawke swallowed him down in one stroke. With Fen fucking him into oblivion, Hawke's head bouncing in tandem, and the burn in his scalp sending his thoughts splintering in all directions, his third orgasm was able to creep up on him. He screamed a final time, clenching so hard that Fenris followed behind, and he went limp as scalding seed was pumped deep into his passage. Taken off guard by the dead weight, Fenris fell back into the pillows, pulling Anders atop him. The blindfold finally slipped loose.
Anders lay there a moment, heart still pounding in his ears. "Did I do well?" he found himself saying.
Fenris's hand brushed over his forehead and smoothed his hair back. "So well, amatus ."
"The two of you are beautiful," Hawke said, and for the first time, Anders was able to look upon the post-coital face of their leader. A bit of seed still glistened on his cheek, and as Anders watched, he wiped it off and licked his finger. His cock twitched, desperately trying to rally. "I hope you will allow me to join again."
"Hmm," Fenris grunted. "C'mere, Garrett." He extended his unpinned arm.
Anders rolled over as the other man crawled up on the bed, wrapping his arm around his love to hold the hand of his best friend. "I love you, Garrett. Not like Fen, obviously, but—"
"Yeah," Hawke replied. "I understand. I love both of you as well."
Fenris rumbled, an unvoiced shut up and cuddle evident in the way he squeezed Anders a bit tighter. Fingers laced with Hawke’s atop Fenris’s stomach and still full of that delirious joy, Anders was happy to comply.