Hawke comes and it makes him so much tighter and Chris doesn't stop. Not for a moment, just presses through the tight clench of muscles to keep chasing his own release. It doesn't take long.

It comes upon him all at once, his hips turning to desperate grinds of pressure barely a minute after his friend and the cleric curls over him, his arms sweeping up to cradle Hawke's back as he spills inside of him. He isn't thinking, only feeling and what he's feeling is far too much all at once. Chris leans over and digs his teeth into the meat of Hawke's chest, the bite quickly followed by a harsh sucking motion a Chris marks his friend.