That earns a sweetly pressed kiss to Hawke's shoulder as Chris pulls his shirt over his head and tosses it aside. "Good. A reward, then."

He trails kisses down Wolfe's shoulders and back next, though he pauses at the mage's lower back to suck a mark right above the curve of his ass. Chris takes a knee for the angle and the other follows for comfort as his fingers slip between those pronounced cheeks and casts a cool wash of magic. "Keep your knees for me, love, I know you can."

A hanbd planted on either cheek, Chris spreads Hawke's ass for himself and leans in to run his tongue up along the crease of him. There's little other preamble before he begins to swirl and press his tongue along Wolfe's entrance. It's a tighter press than for his fingers, but Chris steadily works his tongue inside his lover with a small yet pleased sound.