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"Isn't this place great?" Hawke whispered as they were escorted through the restaurant. It was dim inside, with a tiny chandelier over each table providing extra light and a strange sense of romantic privacy. "This is like our first real date."
The hostess showed them to a cozy booth, laying out menus, and Hawke thanked her as he sat. "It looks expensive," Anders frowned, taking the opposite side, still glancing around the room. He'd been fretting about it since they settled on the place, and Hawke grasped his hands, drawing his attention.
"We can pick something cheaper next time, okay? But I refuse to skimp on our first night out. Look, there's even a tablecloth." Hawke grinned, obviously pleased.
Anders offered his boyfriend a slight smile; though still reluctant to have so much money spent on just a meal, Hawke quite enjoyed being generous, and he should let himself be treated every now and then. It was their first date, after all.
He opened the menu, his eyes widening as he noted the prices. "The tablecloth means they can charge twice as much for everything, I take it?" He glanced up with a frown at Hawke's sigh. "I'm sorry, love, I won't complain anymore. I don't mean to be grumpy, I'm just not used to this yet."
"Complain if you must, but I'd be much happier if you just enjoyed it. Don't look at the prices," Hawke advised. "Just pick something that looks nice, and don't forget we're having dessert, because of course we're having dessert." Looking over the menu himself, Hawke blinked back his surprise - he'd picked the place because it was supposed to be fancy and romantic, but it really was quite pricey.
"Whatever you say, love," Anders acquiesced, and was rewarded with Hawke’s bright grin.
Their waitress greeted them with a listing of the chef specials and wine pairings, and Hawke ordered a bottle of wine for them to share. She murmured something polite and left to give them a moment, but when Anders' attention returned to the menu, he felt something brush against his calf. His gaze darted up to meet Hawke's falsely innocent expression while the man’s shoe continued to move lightly against Anders' leg.
"Do you need something, Hawke?" Anders asked wryly.
"Usually," Hawke said, a broad grin on his face, watching Anders' face as he moved. "Why, is something wrong?"
Anders gave him a warning look as he set the elegant menu down. His gorgeous brat was always just begging to be taught a lesson. Shifting, he trapped the intruding foot between his knees, arching a brow at Hawke's unapologetic shrug. "You want to play, do you?" he mused softly.
That dangerous glare was a part of Anders that Hawke loved, but he still swallowed uncertainly alongside his tiny nod, and the blond released his shoe, feigning indifference while he went back to perusing the menu. Hawke knew he had initiated something, but he was never quite sure what Anders would do. He shivered, deciding he'd just order something simple, because there was no way he could concentrate on the menu while he was thinking of the promise in that look.
Anders was perfectly content to draw out whatever Hawke was expecting, enjoying how the man fidgeted nervously in the booth while he took his time deciding what he would order. The waitress returned, and after pouring their wine, serving bread, and taking their menus, they were left alone.
Lifting his wine glass, Anders made a show of taking a sip, and casually began a conversation as if Hawke's earlier antics hadn't occurred. His lover relaxed a bit as the two talked about the changes in their lives and the clinic, until, without so much as a pause in the story about cleaning the back lot, Anders let the toe of his boot trail slowly up Hawke's calf. His expression betrayed nothing, even when Hawke took in a surprised breath.
Hiding his feelings had never been one of Hawke's talents, especially hiding aroused feelings. His eyelids drooped as Anders' boot stroked his calf, moving upward teasingly, and he began to stutter in his responses, all his attention below the table where insistent pressure against his inner thigh encouraged his legs apart. When he looked up again, the blond was watching him closely, and Hawke bit his lip against a moan.
A hint of a smirk showed on Anders' lips, and his foot moved deliberately slowly, eyes fixed on the subtle twitches in Hawke's face, until the sole of his boot rested between Hawke's legs. The conversation trailed off, and he delighted in the way Hawke's eyes glazed over as he pressed against his lover's trousers, light and teasing. The brunet had reacted beautifully to this when he'd asked Anders for the same thing during one of their previous sessions, though Anders was certainly not wearing the same boots out in public; the new ones Hawke had bought him were much more subtle, ankle height with a low heel, but they seemed to elicit the same submissive behaviour.
"Is there a problem, pet?" Anders asked quietly, his hands folded in front of him, the picture of calm.
Hawke shook his head, then choked out, "No problem." He leaned forward to brace his elbows on the table, and tried not to squirm while Anders pressed more firmly into his groin, cock hardening under the attention.
It was hard to resist thrusting forward against that unyielding boot, and Hawke was caught panting when the waitress approached to refill their glasses and deliver their salads. When he sat up hurriedly, the pressure increased deliberately, so while Anders was thanking the woman, Hawke could only clutch at the edge of the table, trying unsuccessfully for a bland smile.
Anders waited until their server disappeared to chuckle at Hawke's expression. "You need to work on being more subtle, I think," he murmured. "You don't want to draw attention to yourself, do you?"
"I'll be good," Hawke said quickly, swallowing and reaching for his silverware.
"We'll see," Anders replied with a smirk, just resting his foot against Hawke's groin as he began eating.
It was a struggle to ignore the heavy boot, especially as Anders kept changing the pressure randomly, just to see how he’d react. Sometimes he’d pull away entirely, letting Hawke relax and have a few uninterrupted bites before Anders began toying with him again. When their main courses arrived, Hawke was leaning back in the seat, eyes closed, muscles tense in an attempt to keep himself from squirming too obviously.
The waitress gave him a concerned glance, but politely stayed quiet, and the pair didn't offer any excuses; Hawke sat up at the sight of his steaming steak, and Anders nodded his thanks.
As soon as they were safely alone again, the force to his cock increased sharply, just long enough to grab Hawke's attention, and he muffled a groan. "Not much like a first date any more," he observed shakily.
"Depends on what you count as a 'date.' I've had some interesting ones," Anders replied with amusement, then his tone changed to scolding. "You drew attention. I need you to do better, pet. Keep sitting up straight, don't slouch again."
Hawke nodded obediently, eyes falling briefly shut as Anders pressed his foot in harder, and then the blond eased off, gesturing to Hawke's dinner and starting in on his own steak. They ate, and chatted, Anders teasing his lover throughout, and by the end of their meal Hawke's face was flushed darker with arousal and the struggle not to squirm against the tormenting boot.
Anders favoured Hawke with a smirk, and let his foot drop as he murmured, "Good boy." He watched the tension in Hawke's shoulders ease, expression fading into relief. But only a moment later, Anders' foot returned, more agile now clad only in a sock, and his toes pressed against Hawke's erection as he licked his lips. "You mentioned something about dessert?"
"I can't believe you want to stay any longer," Hawke groaned. He could hardly keep his eyes open, trembling with need as Anders flexed against him and his arousal flooded higher. Hopefully, he asked, "You don't want to go somewhere where we can have some real fun?"
"I thought we were having fun, pet. Are you not enjoying yourself?" Anders asked teasingly. His foot rubbed hard in a steady rhythm against Hawke’s length, and he subtly adjusted himself under the table. "You promised me dessert."
Hawke buried his head in his hands, sinking his teeth into his palm to hide a moan. He thrust as subtly as he could against the pressure, mind fogged with lust from the dirty fact of Anders’ toes digging into him where anyone could see if they came close enough. "Order what you want then, I can't think," he said unsteadily. He was going to come in his trousers if Anders kept this up. "Just please don't stop."
Anders ordered chocolate mousse to split between them, toying with Hawke idly until it arrived. He took a slow bite, feeling Hawke's gaze on him as his eyes slipped shut, a low moan escaping in a calculated show of appreciation. He smirked at Hawke's low whimper, and dragged the spoon through the chocolate again. "Do you want some?" he asked coyly, holding it out.
The thought of eating wasn't exactly tempting at the moment, but Hawke opened his mouth obediently, letting himself pretend that the noise that escaped was from enjoying the food, not his lover's toes rubbing him firmly in reward. "Good boy," Anders murmured, scraping the last bit of chocolate off on Hawke's lower lip, eyes bright as he watched the brunet’s tongue flick out.
"Are you going to come for me, pet?" Anders' voice was low as he fed Hawke another careful bite. "Right here in the restaurant?" Sliding his foot in a deliberate rhythm, knowing the slow, measured pulse would make Hawke's eyes glaze in pleasure, Anders warned, "Don't you dare give us away, or I'll stop."
Hawke whined, and Anders chuckled, taking another mouthful of the decadent dessert for himself. "Please," Hawke panted, as quietly as he could, fists clenched on the table. "Please, I'm trying, I'm close."
The waitress chose that precise moment to stop by and drop off their bill, and Anders thanked her graciously, assuring her that everything had been wonderful. The woman glanced at Hawke, who offered a tight-lipped smile in return, hands clasped together in front of him. Anders rubbed harder, and as soon as the waitress had moved away Hawke let out a quiet sob, one hand covering his mouth. The blond chuckled darkly, slowly licking chocolate off his spoon. "Maker, you're lovely when you're so wound up," he said appreciatively. "You've been so good for me. I want you to come, pet." He punctuated the sentence with harder pressure, grinding against Hawke's straining cock.
Hawke abandoned any pretense of conversation or poise, focusing instead on the pleasure radiating from his achingly hard cock, on the rhythm and the need as he desperately tried to restrain his reactions. He bit his lip, rocking his hips forward, then shoved his knuckles between his teeth to muffle the choked whimpers he made as he rode Anders' foot against the booth. It was only minutes before he came gasping, cock throbbing in his trousers, trembling as he soaked through the fabric.
"Good boy," Anders breathed, eyes dark with lust, letting his foot rock against Hawke until the man stopped squirming in his seat. He calmly pushed the dessert dish aside and slipped his boot back on, adjusting himself in his trousers once more. Hawke fixed him with a desperate, dazed look, and Anders smiled as he finished his wine.
After he'd taken care of paying, Hawke allowed himself to breathe, slowly calming down. He left a generous tip, guilty at the thought of what they'd just done in public, though it had been a thrill he certainly wouldn't mind repeating, even as sweaty and sticky as he remained under his clothes.
In the car, Anders grabbed him by the shirt collar before they buckled, pulling Hawke in for a hard kiss, and they both moaned into it, releasing some of the frustration of the enforced quiet as their mouths slid together. Hawke grinned when he was finally allowed to draw back, resting his arms on the steering wheel. "That went better than I could have hoped."
"You were lovely. But now, you'd better get us home quickly, because I need to be inside you," Anders purred, stroking the back of Hawke's neck. His boyfriend let out another soft whimper and quickly buckled, starting the car.
The townhouse seemed impossibly far away, and Anders was already aching from watching Hawke's display in the restaurant. As they drove, his hand slid against his clothed erection, rubbing himself slowly with the base of his palm, other hand still toying with the short hairs against Hawke's collar. The man glanced over, eyes widening as he took in the sight, then forced himself to turn back to the road.
It quickly became too much, only being able to watch out of the corner of his eye as Anders touched himself in the darkened car, and Hawke abruptly turned down a side street, his search for a private spot made easy by the late hour. Anders gave him a curious glance, sitting up in his seat, and Hawke parked close to the side of a building.
"What are you doing?" the blond asked. Hawke reached wordlessly over him into the glove compartment, and pulled out a bottle and a condom, raising a pointed eyebrow.
Anders grinned, stroking Hawke’s cheek. "Naughty boy," he said, taking the bottle in his other hand. "You want me to fuck you right here, still messy from what I did to you?"
"You want it," Hawke said, leaning in to give Anders a kiss. "You were practically jacking off in the car." Another kiss, nipping at Anders' lower lip, wrapping an arm around his shoulder, and Hawke was nearly climbing into his lover's lap, murmuring urgently, "I don't think I can get it up again, thanks to your fucking boot on my dick, but yes, Maker, fuck me."
It took some cramped maneuvering in the passenger seat for Anders to unfasten his trousers and bare himself down to his thighs, especially with Hawke still grinding on his lap as he tried to do the same. Anders pitched the seat back and gestured for Hawke to turn around, until his lover was seated in his lap, arms braced on the dashboard.
Anders didn't waste time teasing, pouring out a generous amount of lube and stretching Hawke with two fingers as his lover squirmed. "We have to be quick, love," he murmured, gripping Hawke's hip with his free hand.
"Yeah, but not nearly as quiet," Hawke panted, bowing his head. "Come on, I'm fine, I'm ready." His cock didn't stir between his legs, worn out from the long grind at dinner, but he still wanted, aching for Anders to fill him and take pleasure from his body, the twisting, hurried fingers not nearly enough.
Withdrawing quickly, Anders slipped the condom on and pulled Hawke's hips back, using his hand to position himself against his lover's hole, thumb brushing the slick rim. He guided Hawke to sink down, getting a perfect view of his own cock sliding into that hot vice, and let out a gratified moan when he was fully seated. Praise fell from his lips as they started a fast, harsh rhythm.
"Fuck yes, I love how you take me, you feel so good," he groaned, pulling Hawke down to meet each thrust.
Hawke grit his teeth at the stretch, sparks of pleasure running through his tired body as he worked himself on Anders’ cock. There hadn't been quite enough prep and it was cramped inside the car, but none of that mattered as Hawke focused on the noises his lover was making, squeezing tight to hear him gasp, arching his back at the soft adoration in Anders' voice. "Come on, fuck me, come in me," he begged, counterpoint to the blond's praise. "I wanna feel you get off, fuck I wish you could really fill me up."
Fingers dug into Hawke's skin as Anders bucked up faster, panting and moaning, his eyes fixed on the delicious sight of his cock burying deep again and again. "Soon, pet, fuck... I'll come in you and leave you dripping with it, so you feel it leaking out under your clothes and you remember just how hard I fucked you."
The mental image was finally enough, his nails leaving bruises on Hawke's hips as his movements turned ragged and desperate, and Anders came with a heavy groan.
"Promise?" Hawke panted, closing his eyes in bliss when he felt Anders stiffen against him, enjoying the short, low sounds his lover always made when he finished. With Anders still gasping and rolling his hips beneath him, Hawke sank down until he could relax in the blond's lap, feeling full and content when he leaned back to rest his head on Anders' shoulder. Turning just enough to brush a kiss over Anders' cheek, Hawke asked, "Can I have that?"
"You can have anything, pet." Anders reached up to run his fingers through the short strands of Hawke’s hair as he caught his breath. "I'll fill you up anytime you want it, I promise."
A few minutes later, Anders softening inside him, Hawke groaned and forced himself upright, sucking in a breath as he was emptied. There wasn't much they could do about the tacky lube clinging to his skin, but they both struggled to right themselves as best they could in the tight confines, alternately cursing and laughing. Anders tied off the condom, then declared Hawke’s trousers a loss anyway, and wiped his hands off on them, to Hawke’s cry of indignation.
The squishy, sore feeling made Hawke wrinkle his nose when he finally landed back in the driver's seat. "Not a bad first date, I think," he said, glancing over with a saucy grin to make sure Anders was buckled before he started the car. "Wanna go out again sometime?"
"If it involves making a mess of you again, certainly," Anders replied with a laugh, stroking Hawke's hair affectionately. "Though maybe next time, we should save that part until after dinner."