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He didn’t expect Robert to get like this. As a joke, Joseph slipped into Robert’s leather jacket, wearing absolutely nothing along with it. He’d done it to be funny, but the moment Robert looked at him, his eyes grew dark and he bit the corner of his lip in that way that got Joseph’s cock twitching.
Robert pushed him against the kitchen counter, claiming Joseph’s mouth with hungry, posessive kisses. He grabbed at Joseph’s hips then drug his fingers up along the curves of Joseph’s torso before coming to grab the lapels of the jacket.
“I’m gonna destroy you tonight, Christiansen.” He’d bit Joseph’s lip for emphasis.
Robert picked Joseph up, a surprised squeal coming from Joseph’s throat. He was hot all over, but where Robert touched felt like it was icy cold and burning all at once. Robert slammed him against the wall, rutting his cock against Joseph.
“You look so good in my jacket,” he said. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard that I never get your scent out of it.”
Joseph moaned. He dropped his head to the side, letting Robert lick and nip up the sensitive skin. Robert’s hands were greedy. They roamed with purpose to Joseph’s cock, pumping him until his legs started to shake. The look in Robert’s eye made Joseph want to come untouched. That possessive glare, the knowing smirk. Joseph was a mouse in a cat’s trap and there was nothing he could do about it.
Robert brought him into the bedroom, tossing him onto the bed and pushing his face down into the pillows. “Stay just like that for me sweetheart.” He rubbed his hand over the curve of Joseph’s ass, cooing. “Such a pretty boy, ain’t ya doll? Lookin’ all good for me in my jacket. Want my cock in you too? I’ll bet you want me all around you–in you.”
Joseph moaned, jerking his hips. He was usually the more aggressive of the two, but now finding out what Robert could really be like in bed? It was like Joseph got to unwrap a special present he’d been waiting for all his life. Robert didn’t just get like this for anyone. He got like this for Joseph.
Joseph reached a hand back, and smiled when Robert’s fingers laced with his. “Y-yes,” Joseph said, “need you in me. Now.”
Robert didn’t just fuck him. He pushed his fingers into Joseph’s mouth, then his cock and thrust with a vigor that made Joseph’s jaw hurt and his eyes water. He was relentless when he finally pushed inside Joseph’s needy hole, snapping his hips with a force Joseph didn’t know existed. He could see white each and every time Robert thrust inside him.
Joseph came, whole body shaking, tears pushing from his eyes and a perfect creamy arch that splashed on Robert’s jacket. They both froze, eyes wide.
“Look at that,” Robert said, “you got come on my jacket.”
“Guess you’ll have to punish me, huh?” Joseph bit his lip to try to keep from smiling. It didn’t succeed.
Robert kissed him soft, stroking Joseph’s face. “Guess so.”
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garrett for the tired expressions meme 3N pretty please?
hello i’ve been thinking the entire day about robert pounding joseph’s ass and slamming into him so hard joseph’s ass turns red and cumming inside him bye
They’d been at it for hours. Robert had Joseph pinned against the wall. Joseph’s legs were thrown over Robert’s shoulders, his lungs straining to breath from the exertion. Robert was relentless. He undulated ruthlessly, a snarl on his lips, a crease between his brow. Joseph loved when he fucked him like this. He put his hands on Robert’s face, smoothing the wrinkle between his brows and sliding his fingers down to Robert’s mouth. He put two fingers in and Robert latched on, sucking and chewing.
“F-fuck,” Joseph gasped. He slammed his head back against the wall. Robert was close. He could feel it in the way Robert’s breath quickened against his hands. He felt it in the way Robert smacked into his ass with every thrust. Fuck, fuck, Joseph could die like this and he would greet God with absolutely no shame.
Robert Small was an absolute sex god when he got like this. It wasn’t often he did. Most of Robert’s moods were more focused on trusting Joseph to know what he wanted, instead of Robert dictating it. Joseph enjoyed those nights too, but he loved when Robert took him, manhandled him and snarled in his ear. He loved when Robert used Joseph’s for his own means. That was hotter than hell to Joseph.
Joseph could feel his asscheeks burning with every swat from Robert’s hips and thighs. He clutched Robert’s hair, knowing full well the man liked it when Joseph yanked.
Robert growled, biting into Joseph’s neck, his thrusts still relentless.
“C-come in me,” Joseph said, “please baby, come in me.”
Robert looked at him through sweaty strands of hair, irises swallowed black with lust. His torso clenched, arms shaking. He whined, biting down on Joseph’s shoulder. Joseph’s eyes fluttered shut when he felt it– the warmth coating him inside, slicking him up. He kissed Robert’s neck, soft and almost shy. He lapped his tongue at the sensitive spot behind Robert’s ear, proud. His heart grew two sizes when Robert came when he told him too.
Robert carried Joseph over to the bed, both men panting. He gently set Joseph down, pulling his cock out. Joseph hissed, his ass now bare to the bite of cold in the room.
“Jesus,” Robert caressed Joseph’s ass, “you’re redder than a damn tomato, Christiansen.”
Joseph smiled. He’d have to check for himself soon. Right now though, he liked the sensation of Robert’s come dribbling out his abused hole and the loose, jelly-like sensation in his muscles. He reached a shaky hand up to Robert’s face, cupping it.
“Good,” was all he said.
surprisingly the kind of dream daddy that you’d wanna protect from the world even though its too late for that
robert sketches
15 and/or 19 for mhanders, with dom!Hawke please?
15- “Bite down. You’ll need it.”
Even with sufficient time and preparation, taking Hawke’s cock was a delicious effort, but this was something else entirely; a sweltering night on Sundermount, their friends sleeping mere feet away, and Hawke gloriously demanding submission that Anders was eager to give.
Bent over with his ass in the air, Anders’ hand covered his mouth to muffle the noises that wanted to escape as Hawke’s insistent fingers stretched him, too fast and not enough, and Maker he craved more even if he knew he’d limp all the way up this damned mountain (he could heal it, of course, but where’s the fun in that?).
And of course, Hawke just wouldn’t shut up, lowly murming filth in Anders’ ear that only had him thrusting back to meet the harsh movements of his hand – “Look at you, so eager for it you can’t help but fuck yourself on my fingers. I bet you’re drooling for it, aren’t you? My pretty little cockslut” – and he wanted to beg but settled for whining low in his throat.
A chuckle and the hand withdrew, caressing his back as Hawke pressed against him, the blunt head of his cock rubbing against his hole and Anders clenched the bedroll in anticipation of that stretch and burn he craved, he knew Hawke would take him hard and fast and use him and fuck, he needed it.
Hawke knew it all and more, knew what Anders needed even when he didn’t know himself. Leather pressed against Anders’ face and it took a moment to recognize one of Hawke’s vambraces. “Bite down,” Hawke growled. “You’ll need it.”
The thought of Hawke carrying his teethmarks as a reminder had him shuddering, and he obediently bit into the leather, eager for his brutal lover to destroy him.
He wasn’t disappointed.
lifesneverhumdrum asked:
m!Hawke in either #6 (cuz it frames dat booty >;D) or #12 (because hott damn shit son)
numinfeninan asked:
For the underwear thing, what about default Garrett Hawke in 6 or 12? ✨
hairy hawke
Do I really have the whole row of seats all to myself. Wtf, the plane is nearly full otherwise, how is this possible.
Anyway yes, about to fly to the UK I hope I’ll get there safe and sound.
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