The Wanderers' Way

He was a pirate, first and foremost, and he had no time to bother removing her dress with compassion. Patience was in no way one of his virtues, and he proved that by tearing the garment off of her, tossing the destroyed garment away as he leaned down and kissed her suddenly.

She met his lips with her own without hesitation, hands and legs alike looping around him as she brought his body closer to hers.

Grey pulled her close possessively, gripping her hips with intent as he kissed her, capturing her bottom lip between his teeth before trailing kisses and bites all around her fair skin.

The false noble hummed appreciatively as his lips roamed her, her body arching and moving beneath him. It had been a long time since she'd used sex as a weapon, and even longer still since she'd had it for pleasure. She planned fully and wholly on enjoying every moment of it.

Grey was an odd mix of gentle and rough with her, his hands holding her possesively but his mouth never biting her hard enough to mark her for more than a few seconds.

The humming continued, and she leaned her head back to appreciate it further, relaxing beneath him. She couldn't much move, pinned that she was, and she had no intentions of fighting him. Hell, he might stop if she did.

Grey pulled back, looking down at her like a glutton drooling over his next meal. He was quick to strip himself of his shirt, baring a broad, muscled torso covered in too many scars to count. His hands returned to her hips, pulling her close, and grinding his clothed length between her legs.

That incited the first real sound from her, a loud, yet almost languid moan from her lips as her body arched. Hips rolling against his, she moved to try to reach him with her hands.

Grey let her do as she pleased, perfectly willing to split control with her if it meant a good time for the both of them.

Freed, she moved one hand to his back, the other tangling into his hair. She could go slow or fast, but he seemed to be savoring the combination of such that they had going.

Grey continued to gently roll his hips, grinding against her and letting out a soft groan of pleasure at the sensation.

Her hands clung to hip, nails grazing harmless against his back while she moaned. Pulling him down, she returned his mouth to her own, immediately escalating the passion of their embrace.

Grey let out a soft growl into their kiss, his hands finding her undergarments, starting to tear them away as well.

She didn't object, moving to aid him in his endeavors as she fought his growl with her tongue.

Grey tore her last garments away, before easing out of his own, laying his bared length overtop of her folds and grinding down right against her.

Another moan escaped her, wild and loud as she felt him, skin to skin. Nails scraping down his back, she bite at his lip. Her eyes were open, narrowed and focused on him, commanding.

His lips turned upwards in the hint of a smirk, and he made especially sure to grind his tip up against her clit as he asked. "What do you want?"

She found herself mimicking his expression, leaning up to press her forehead to his. "If you must ask, sir Hawke," her lip twitched upwards further, her eyes narrowing even more, "I want to fuck."

"Good answer." He mumbled, before pressing himself into her roughly, hilting into her in one go.

She moaned loudly, tossing her head back, her pink hair sprawling where it had any length. Letting her eyes flutter back, her nails raked down his skin as her hips buck and ground against him.

He pulled out just as quickly as he had pushed in, and then repeated the process, setting a quick pace for their fucking.

Nothing of Rose was complaining, her body picking up his rhythm and matching it.

Grey was quick to throw them into a heated, rutting pace, growling out as he kissed and nipped at her neck, her lips, anywhere and everywhere he could. The bed below them creaked ominously, but he seemed not to notice or not to care.

By this point, they could have been in a barn and Rose would have cared no more or less. She was enthralled with the feeling, with the just to be sated and somehow, the thought of satisfying another in the process was making it all the more pleasurable.

Grey coiled over her, clamping his jaws around her shoulder as his hips back and forth, driving his length in and out of her at a speed only a keybearer could truly achieve. It was true, he had some tricks he could use, but for now, he was satisfied with just taking her like this.