[huh. maybe he's a little surprised - expecting embry to be ever the brat and fuck this woman in front of him like it was something to prove, to buck against the expectations he imagines everyone including himself has on the vice president. hawk tips his head towards the flash of synthetic, silvery platinum - in the kind of way that acknowledges a presence but isn't really looking out of interest so much as politeness. note to embry: buxom blondes, apparently not his type. christ, he wishes there was a fucking door here. but hawk doesn't budge an inch until she's gone, still leaning casually at the threshold as if he hasn't wholly decided if he's coming in or just going to remain a casual observer.
somehow embry manages to make even a drunken stumble look effortless and begging for debauchery, flopping unceremoniously in a heap of expensive fabric and tousled hair that hawk knows is asking for trouble, yet does nothing to discourage his own cock from slowly starting to fill out. hawk pushes up off the doorway, hands loosening as he takes the few steps forward with the own easy swagger and hips jutting forward in his stance at the edge of the bed. it's a real shame he can't see that gleaming wetness at embry's tip with his pants hanging loose around his waist and fly still buttoned up - but hawk still offers a lazy smirk, eyes glittering with the game of all this.]
So easy you're here playing with yourself. That part of your preference too?
[nothing to say about his own preferences, but he reaches forward in one smooth motion, slow enough that embry could stop him at any moment to circle around his wrist and bring it up to his lips, the flat of his tongue laving hot against embry's palm and tasting the salt and sweat with a low hum as he licks against it, wetting it even more as a courtesy for him. he lets go, tipping his head towards the tent underneath the finely woven wool of his fly.]
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somehow embry manages to make even a drunken stumble look effortless and begging for debauchery, flopping unceremoniously in a heap of expensive fabric and tousled hair that hawk knows is asking for trouble, yet does nothing to discourage his own cock from slowly starting to fill out. hawk pushes up off the doorway, hands loosening as he takes the few steps forward with the own easy swagger and hips jutting forward in his stance at the edge of the bed. it's a real shame he can't see that gleaming wetness at embry's tip with his pants hanging loose around his waist and fly still buttoned up - but hawk still offers a lazy smirk, eyes glittering with the game of all this.]
So easy you're here playing with yourself. That part of your preference too?
[nothing to say about his own preferences, but he reaches forward in one smooth motion, slow enough that embry could stop him at any moment to circle around his wrist and bring it up to his lips, the flat of his tongue laving hot against embry's palm and tasting the salt and sweat with a low hum as he licks against it, wetting it even more as a courtesy for him. he lets go, tipping his head towards the tent underneath the finely woven wool of his fly.]
Go on. Get yourself out. You can thank me later.