[well, at least he won't have to worry about a guilty conscience - dragging embry into something he doesn't want or god forbid is just doing out of sympathy. hawkins fuller has yet to have or receive a pity fuck in his life and he's certainly not about to start now. but the look on his face makes it seem like he's been winded just to have to admit it, the three little words breathy and quiet even as his body sings with the barest brush of contact along his pulse, the veins with hot blood pulsing south at the way embry positively needs it if this is all anything to go by. hawk doesn't say anything right away, wondering if embry might suddenly change his mind and try to run once more. only this time if he does - hawk won't let him, at least, not now that he knows what the fuck he actually wants.
has embry wanted it all this time? cloudy as his judgment and overall assessment of things is at the moment, hawk thought he'd made it fairly clear that he wasn't about to kick him out of bed if it happened again. so maybe a few handjobs and banter that would get either of them in the papers facing an eeoc violation isn't the clearest form of communication - but still. they aren't like the tim's and ash's of the world taking things at face value. for the first time since embry has set foot into this apartment and perceived his weakness, his sadness, his feelings - hawk actually cracks a smile. fleeting, brief, but enough to bring back a little bit of light to his eyes if embry can catch it.
before launching at hawk and resuming the best fucking part of this visit, anyway, and he responds in turn - not wasting any time with small talk or mincing words as he hungrily meets embry's mouth and even lets himself nip on that plush bottom lip to feel it thicken under his perfect teeth. his hands busy themselves peeling off his jacket, letting it catch at the bend of embry's elbow so he can briefly pull away and do what he's wanted to since embry walked in the goddamn door - slide down to his hips and then below the pert curve of his ass, encouraging him to wrap his legs around hawk's waist so he can lift him up in an easy heft.]
'Atta boy.
[his head tips back, curls following suit and robe halfway hanging off his chest as he carries embry back through the living room and the rounded gallery - into the sanctuary of his bedroom. it's warmer than the rest of the house, both more and less curated in different ways. but he's hoping there's not much time for sightseeing when he unceremoniously drops embry onto the bed and resumes yanking at his expensive designer jacket with little care for what dry cleaning will have to happen in the future that he'll inevitably be tasked with.]
Get rid of this shit.
[said breathily as hawk climbs on top of him, caging his body in and dipping to kiss hot along his jaw while he pulls off the tie and yanks open buttons to give himself better access.]
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has embry wanted it all this time? cloudy as his judgment and overall assessment of things is at the moment, hawk thought he'd made it fairly clear that he wasn't about to kick him out of bed if it happened again. so maybe a few handjobs and banter that would get either of them in the papers facing an eeoc violation isn't the clearest form of communication - but still. they aren't like the tim's and ash's of the world taking things at face value. for the first time since embry has set foot into this apartment and perceived his weakness, his sadness, his feelings - hawk actually cracks a smile. fleeting, brief, but enough to bring back a little bit of light to his eyes if embry can catch it.
before launching at hawk and resuming the best fucking part of this visit, anyway, and he responds in turn - not wasting any time with small talk or mincing words as he hungrily meets embry's mouth and even lets himself nip on that plush bottom lip to feel it thicken under his perfect teeth. his hands busy themselves peeling off his jacket, letting it catch at the bend of embry's elbow so he can briefly pull away and do what he's wanted to since embry walked in the goddamn door - slide down to his hips and then below the pert curve of his ass, encouraging him to wrap his legs around hawk's waist so he can lift him up in an easy heft.]
'Atta boy.
[his head tips back, curls following suit and robe halfway hanging off his chest as he carries embry back through the living room and the rounded gallery - into the sanctuary of his bedroom. it's warmer than the rest of the house, both more and less curated in different ways. but he's hoping there's not much time for sightseeing when he unceremoniously drops embry onto the bed and resumes yanking at his expensive designer jacket with little care for what dry cleaning will have to happen in the future that he'll inevitably be tasked with.]
Get rid of this shit.
[said breathily as hawk climbs on top of him, caging his body in and dipping to kiss hot along his jaw while he pulls off the tie and yanks open buttons to give himself better access.]