[this feels different than the other times they've come remotely close. the intimacy of the waltz, the kiss - the lack of real authority behind hawk's demands. and sure, some of it is because part of his brain is still addled with grief, grateful to have something else to launch his focus into that's both pleasurable and will exhaust him enough to actually get some goddamn sleep by the time he's done with it, not to mention getting him to put down bottles of alcohol for an extended duration. but another part of it is because he does want this - has wanted it for awhile. embry in a proper bed, looking up at him with half-lidded eyes and lips bitten cherry red because hawk has him face-to-face for a change.
(the helpful, still witty part of his mind supplies that he can finally prove himself to be a face man once and for all, god bless america.)
his grip shifts to get embry naked as fast as humanly possible, palms greedily cupping along his immaculate abdomen and the supple flesh of his ass, trailing down to toned thighs and hooking both hands under his knees so he can spread them apart and get a good view at his pretty pink cock already hard and practically dripping with need. fuck, he's gorgeous, and hawk sucks in an audible breath, burying himself against the juncture of embry's neck and shoulder to inhale the scent of sweat and cologne, nipping at his jugular like a hint of the way he's tempted to mark him up.
at least, until he feels his robe pull off entirely, catching on something part of the way down.
oh. well doesn't that just zing straight down to his own dick, twitching with want. his nostrils flare around a breath, eyes boring straight into embry's as his hand reaches down and nudges the other man's away, wrapping around silk and the sensitive flesh beneath and sliding it in a slow, deliberate motion to drive him as wild as hawk feels right now devouring it. the pace picks up slightly with a low, appreciative hum, hawk leaning down to steal another filthy kiss before he answers.]
Not at all. You gonna leave me another present, huh?
[he's got every intention to fuck embry, but there's something appealing about watching him fall apart first - get loose and boneless and fucking beautiful under him with bliss. his hand picks up speed, twisting the soft fabric around the damp spot he can already feel under a thumb. his free hand grips at embry's waist hard enough to bruise, encouraging him to keep grinding up into it, to let himself get needy while hawk's got him right where he wants him.]
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(the helpful, still witty part of his mind supplies that he can finally prove himself to be a face man once and for all, god bless america.)
his grip shifts to get embry naked as fast as humanly possible, palms greedily cupping along his immaculate abdomen and the supple flesh of his ass, trailing down to toned thighs and hooking both hands under his knees so he can spread them apart and get a good view at his pretty pink cock already hard and practically dripping with need. fuck, he's gorgeous, and hawk sucks in an audible breath, burying himself against the juncture of embry's neck and shoulder to inhale the scent of sweat and cologne, nipping at his jugular like a hint of the way he's tempted to mark him up.
at least, until he feels his robe pull off entirely, catching on something part of the way down.
oh. well doesn't that just zing straight down to his own dick, twitching with want. his nostrils flare around a breath, eyes boring straight into embry's as his hand reaches down and nudges the other man's away, wrapping around silk and the sensitive flesh beneath and sliding it in a slow, deliberate motion to drive him as wild as hawk feels right now devouring it. the pace picks up slightly with a low, appreciative hum, hawk leaning down to steal another filthy kiss before he answers.]
Not at all. You gonna leave me another present, huh?
[he's got every intention to fuck embry, but there's something appealing about watching him fall apart first - get loose and boneless and fucking beautiful under him with bliss. his hand picks up speed, twisting the soft fabric around the damp spot he can already feel under a thumb. his free hand grips at embry's waist hard enough to bruise, encouraging him to keep grinding up into it, to let himself get needy while hawk's got him right where he wants him.]