I have the CIA at my disposal. I can track them down for you, if you'd like.
[ it's not a threat, just another funny joke that earns hawk a wiggle of embry's brows over the rim of his glass. the cia keeps his secrets, too — like all the times he's shown up at ash's door to get flogged and fucked and tenderly kissed, or the fact that they're outside lyonesse right now. who'd have thought he'd be a whole ass adult and still doing the walk of fucking shame.
but he is. ashamed. he's ashamed of how he's reacting to hawk's close proximity, ashamed of what he still wants now that ash is effectively gone. he's fed himself the lie that ash is the only man who could treat him that way, that what they had was just special and different, that they fed each other's needs in a way no one else could, but now ash has someone so much better suited to serve him, and embry still has the same itch, the same ugly voices in his head that need to be silenced. he's not special. he's just the same bad, empty person he's always been.
he replenishes his drink, as if a fresh glass can keep him from drowning. ]
This is a private club. Why're you so skittish? [ better to answer his questions with more questions, as embry moves away, shotting his entire drink and grimacing as he sets the glass on a passing server's tray. ] You're right, I'm not ready for any kind of conversation. Go find somewhere to put your dick.
[ he walks briskly down a dimly lit corridor lined with rooms, the lights tinted a purple hue, and stops short at one, a flash of silvery blonde hair catching his eye. a wig, probably, but he doesn't care, because the woman he locks eyes with looks enough like greer to his gin-addled mind that he's happy to step inside. none of the rooms have doors, just a lavish bed, and it's the last thing he's concerned with, on the greer lookalike in seconds, kissing her against the wall while she yanks at the front of his trousers, loosening his belt to slip her hand around his hardening cock. embry groans, turning his head while she licks her hot tongue down the side of his throat, and his eyes flutter open, half-expecting ash to be standing there, but despising the little part of him that hopes that hawk followed. ]
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[ it's not a threat, just another funny joke that earns hawk a wiggle of embry's brows over the rim of his glass. the cia keeps his secrets, too — like all the times he's shown up at ash's door to get flogged and fucked and tenderly kissed, or the fact that they're outside lyonesse right now. who'd have thought he'd be a whole ass adult and still doing the walk of fucking shame.
but he is. ashamed. he's ashamed of how he's reacting to hawk's close proximity, ashamed of what he still wants now that ash is effectively gone. he's fed himself the lie that ash is the only man who could treat him that way, that what they had was just special and different, that they fed each other's needs in a way no one else could, but now ash has someone so much better suited to serve him, and embry still has the same itch, the same ugly voices in his head that need to be silenced. he's not special. he's just the same bad, empty person he's always been.
he replenishes his drink, as if a fresh glass can keep him from drowning. ]
This is a private club. Why're you so skittish? [ better to answer his questions with more questions, as embry moves away, shotting his entire drink and grimacing as he sets the glass on a passing server's tray. ] You're right, I'm not ready for any kind of conversation. Go find somewhere to put your dick.
[ he walks briskly down a dimly lit corridor lined with rooms, the lights tinted a purple hue, and stops short at one, a flash of silvery blonde hair catching his eye. a wig, probably, but he doesn't care, because the woman he locks eyes with looks enough like greer to his gin-addled mind that he's happy to step inside. none of the rooms have doors, just a lavish bed, and it's the last thing he's concerned with, on the greer lookalike in seconds, kissing her against the wall while she yanks at the front of his trousers, loosening his belt to slip her hand around his hardening cock. embry groans, turning his head while she licks her hot tongue down the side of his throat, and his eyes flutter open, half-expecting ash to be standing there, but despising the little part of him that hopes that hawk followed. ]