#first night

happy chanukkah! tried my hand at kespes de espanica, which were delicious. latkes will be had later in the week.

It's been forever since we had any new gifs!

Haven't done this in years and had to painfully recall the basics

And I really wanted to share something.

One time I was bored enough to play around with audio files, and decided to try and make a new dialogue option for male Hawke post sex scene.

It was the first time you guys were having sex when he realized it. Skin hitting skin, areas with friction turning a raw red, blush blooming down your chest and neck like the most gorgeous rose bush.

You kept pushing down the swelling in your gut, even if it was unbearable. It wasn’t that it didn’t feel good—it felt great. That was the problem. Grainy voice—“you’re so good to me little lady”—padded fingers pushing and prodding and brushing against the plump flesh of your clit—“c’mon, it feels so good doesn’t it?”—him being so deep inside you it was just… unbelievable, so good—“what do you need, sweetpea? You need deeper?”

He angled his hips for what seemed like the upteenth time, pulling your hips impossibly close to him and pulling your thighs apart slightly more, grazing against the top of your walls.

Muscles froze up, back arching and muscles quivering impossibly hard against the weight of trying to keep it all in—like sweeping up water on the floor.

That’s practically what it was going to turn into it.

“Phillip!” you squeal, pushing on his chest to try to get him to pull back. “Stopstopstopstop—“ a sharp noise pushed out of you, eyes rolling into your skull, stars dotting the inside of it, your orgasm wringing you by the neck.

Phillip’s thrusts stutter to a stop, mouth gaping open at the sheer amount of liquid that streamed out. He had been with women before—obviously, look at him—but… oh lord. It was so hot. A shine coated the bottom of his abs and thighs, his cock sliding more easily in and out, a dark spot pooling on the sheets beneath you.

He was stuck staring like a horny teen, body buzzing alive even more, turning painfully stiff inside you.

Meanwhile, you were dying of embarrassment, on the verge of tears, covering your face with your hands—

“You think you can do that again, squirt?” God, this man and his nicknames. You didn’t even move until his lips latched around your nipple, sucking harshly and fingers jabbing at your clit once again, this with a charming clumsiness that came with something new.