[He tenses, at first. Hawke is taking all of this too lightly, and he wants - no, needs - to make him understand, but...
Then there's the soft touch of Hawke's lips against his own, the slight scrape of his beard. He exhales slowly, tightening his grip against Hawke's arms, and truthfully he was never going to resist. When he kisses back, it's needy and sloppy, because he's held back for months now. He can't anymore.
And the truth is he didn't really want Hawke to change his mind, either.]
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Then there's the soft touch of Hawke's lips against his own, the slight scrape of his beard. He exhales slowly, tightening his grip against Hawke's arms, and truthfully he was never going to resist. When he kisses back, it's needy and sloppy, because he's held back for months now. He can't anymore.
And the truth is he didn't really want Hawke to change his mind, either.]