[it's the kind of placating tone one uses with a delusional child - sure you'll be president one day honey, yes santa claus is real. embry's not taking an order, jacking off alone and bitter was always the plan coming to the most elite sex club this side of the us, if not the world. even the most well behaved of boys have their slip-ups, though hawk is trying desperately not to think about the perplexed fissure between tim's brows in confusion the first time he'd given an order before realization sunk in and he'd scrambled to comply. this is decidedly not that - something tells him embry would sooner bite off his dick than jump at an order without proper incentive.
you can't have me, and that just makes hawk's dick twitch harder, gaze harder as he lets embry take his time feeling him out without more than a lazy flutter of his lips in another amused smirk.]
You know, blondes aren't really my thing.
[they're absolutely not. dark hair, pretty faces, boyish builds and corded muscle - he'll take that any goddamn day of the year. but having embry now would be a colossal mistake for their personal and professional relationship. not to mention he's drunk and might have some feelings about that in the morning - not exactly the kind of predicament hawk needs in his life now or ever. risk mitigation already failed in coming here, he might as well kiss his future promotion somewhere sunny and european goodbye if he sticks around now.
and yet.
he takes a step back to keep embry's wandering hand at bay, instead leaning down and reaching to wrap around the hand still lazily stroking at his cock. very carefully he moulds his own around it, slowing it down and applying more pressure with a torturous twist of his wrist at the tip. his voice is low, a molten murmur that would be better pressed against the shell of his ear to watch him shudder with it.]
no subject
[it's the kind of placating tone one uses with a delusional child - sure you'll be president one day honey, yes santa claus is real. embry's not taking an order, jacking off alone and bitter was always the plan coming to the most elite sex club this side of the us, if not the world. even the most well behaved of boys have their slip-ups, though hawk is trying desperately not to think about the perplexed fissure between tim's brows in confusion the first time he'd given an order before realization sunk in and he'd scrambled to comply. this is decidedly not that - something tells him embry would sooner bite off his dick than jump at an order without proper incentive.
you can't have me, and that just makes hawk's dick twitch harder, gaze harder as he lets embry take his time feeling him out without more than a lazy flutter of his lips in another amused smirk.]
You know, blondes aren't really my thing.
[they're absolutely not. dark hair, pretty faces, boyish builds and corded muscle - he'll take that any goddamn day of the year. but having embry now would be a colossal mistake for their personal and professional relationship. not to mention he's drunk and might have some feelings about that in the morning - not exactly the kind of predicament hawk needs in his life now or ever. risk mitigation already failed in coming here, he might as well kiss his future promotion somewhere sunny and european goodbye if he sticks around now.
and yet.
he takes a step back to keep embry's wandering hand at bay, instead leaning down and reaching to wrap around the hand still lazily stroking at his cock. very carefully he moulds his own around it, slowing it down and applying more pressure with a torturous twist of his wrist at the tip. his voice is low, a molten murmur that would be better pressed against the shell of his ear to watch him shudder with it.]
Wouldn't dream of it.
You're just playing with yourself, that's all.