[normally he'd quip that he's got to be a hell of a lot better than the old ladies pinching embry's ass of days past, or asking if he endured marriage proposals in the middle of cotillion or whatever the ultra wealthy were putting their kids through these days - but he finds himself too taken by the fluid grace that embry moves with, the way he manages to look so goddamn delectable even when there's something conflicted in his eyes about all of this. maybe he's reconsidering what he thought about hawk being bulletproof - maybe he's just humoring a man nearing a decade older than him and no less pathetic for it, is what he might think if he were still drinking from the long since abandoned tumbler and sitting here alone.
but he's not alone now. because embry came, and despite all the things that hawk knows make him too smart for his own good, grating at best and downright infuriating at worst - he's still here, unprompted. on some level that must mean he cares. this doesn't feel like a pity offering, and even if it were maybe for once he doesn't give a shit because it's good and it stirs at memories that have long been dormant under the surface. it doesn't feel like there's strings he can't have attached and a heart to break - it exists outside of all that, even if it's just for this one simple moment waltzing in his living room with the man he works for but never below.
this is all terribly intimate in a way that should make him send embry backing or run for his own door to go to a bar and find a stranger, take those suggestions 1-4 after all and give him a win. except all it does is make him draw in closer - unable to pull himself away from staring at those plush lips that are begging to be kissed by someone sweeter than him. maybe that's who he danced with once upon a time, because it couldn't have been all old ladies. whoever it is doesn't matter to hawk now, not as he hears the soft hitch of breath and watches that vulnerability peeking through, beautiful and ripe for the taking.
only this time there's no initiative on his part - instead it's embry who closes the gap, and it sets hawk into a sudden frenzy of motion. the hunger he feels is no longer for the chinese sitting long forgotten in his kitchen, instead more of those nimble fingers against his body where his own slide around embry's waist and draw him in impossibly closer. all that so he can tip him back in a final flourish of a dip - using it to deepen the kiss and let one palm shift up to cradle the back of his head and tease against the soft hair tickling the back of his neck.
fuck, how did he go this long without ever doing it before? he'd meant what he said, that embry ought to be kissed often - but a part of him knew this would be more addictive than all the alcohol and cigarettes in this condo combined. hawk groans against him, tongue slipping inside his mouth with a sensual curl against embry's, tasting the velvet warmth of him so he can commit it to memory.]
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but he's not alone now. because embry came, and despite all the things that hawk knows make him too smart for his own good, grating at best and downright infuriating at worst - he's still here, unprompted. on some level that must mean he cares. this doesn't feel like a pity offering, and even if it were maybe for once he doesn't give a shit because it's good and it stirs at memories that have long been dormant under the surface. it doesn't feel like there's strings he can't have attached and a heart to break - it exists outside of all that, even if it's just for this one simple moment waltzing in his living room with the man he works for but never below.
this is all terribly intimate in a way that should make him send embry backing or run for his own door to go to a bar and find a stranger, take those suggestions 1-4 after all and give him a win. except all it does is make him draw in closer - unable to pull himself away from staring at those plush lips that are begging to be kissed by someone sweeter than him. maybe that's who he danced with once upon a time, because it couldn't have been all old ladies. whoever it is doesn't matter to hawk now, not as he hears the soft hitch of breath and watches that vulnerability peeking through, beautiful and ripe for the taking.
only this time there's no initiative on his part - instead it's embry who closes the gap, and it sets hawk into a sudden frenzy of motion. the hunger he feels is no longer for the chinese sitting long forgotten in his kitchen, instead more of those nimble fingers against his body where his own slide around embry's waist and draw him in impossibly closer. all that so he can tip him back in a final flourish of a dip - using it to deepen the kiss and let one palm shift up to cradle the back of his head and tease against the soft hair tickling the back of his neck.
fuck, how did he go this long without ever doing it before? he'd meant what he said, that embry ought to be kissed often - but a part of him knew this would be more addictive than all the alcohol and cigarettes in this condo combined. hawk groans against him, tongue slipping inside his mouth with a sensual curl against embry's, tasting the velvet warmth of him so he can commit it to memory.]