[embry looks so fucking good like that - laid out for hawk to debauch at his leisure. part of him almost thinks about dragging it out, making him beg for it and edging him until tears prick the corners of those astounding baby blues. but maybe he's feeling some measure of tender too, that or just hollowed out enough to want to be filled with someone sort of satisfaction or feeling besides numbness that he just lets it happen with murmured words of encouragement. his wrist twists at the tip on every jerk, hand pressed tight enough around the silk that there's no way every inch of him isn't getting the sensation of slippery decadence enveloping his cock.]

Yeah, yeah, come on - that's it. Let it all out for me, oh yeah.

[there's a slightly mocking chuckle that slips out in between it all, watching embry's hips writhing for more and knowing it hasn't been long at all to have drawn this out of him. maybe hawk doesn't know he's gone without - god knows he hasn't entirely, though it's not like he's got much free time these days - but he knows how long it's been since his hand was in a similar position and they did this together, which is surprisingly more than he thought it might take. maybe he should be offended it took senator smith dying to bring them back together like this, but that would mean admitting to something he's not sure exists between them at all.

it really is a shame when embry pulls him down and makes him miss whatever his face beautifully contorts into, blunt crescents of his nails scraping against his scalp lightly as his fingers tug at soft curls as eagerly as hawk watches the eggplant silk darken with a growing wet spot. he pulls it off, absently wondering if he's going to save it as is or take it to the dry cleaners with no explanation and a fist full of extra bills for discretion and extra treatment. frankly, the former is more appealing than he'd like to admit, and hawk nearly shivers at the delicious noise embry stifles against his skin while considering the option of it. all that before his lips find another spot on his neck, laving his tongue across it before nipping lightly with a low noise of approval.

he pulls back ever so slightly, if only because he wants to get a good look at the mess he made without a barrier now even if it was one that was expensive and elegant - fingers trailing across the glistening remnants of his orgasm and lifting to his own mouth to lick it away like an expensive hors d'oeuvre. he'd do it again if everything didn't grind to a halt with embry's sudden interest in switching it up, and hawk pulls back further with something unreadable in his expression, gauging if this is just a joke to him or if he's really serious.]

That's supposed to be my line.

[his hand trails absently up the line of one of embry's thighs, across his waist and up toned abs to tweak at one pretty pink nipple before reaching to cup his jaw with an equal amount of surprising softness to match what he hears in the younger man's voice. it'd be a lie to say he wasn't seriously considering it - even if only for a fleeting moment. even if embry is only the second man to be invited into this bed, and even if he'd be the second to take him apart from the inside out like that. but embry's not the only one with a detachment he's trying to maintain, a heart that's hardened unwillingly.

so he does what he always does, even if the smirk doesn't wholly reach his eyes this once.]

I think the lady doth protest. Or at least, project.

[that doesn't stop him from returning the slow grind, skin against heated and hard skin with a low groan.]

Maybe I want to see you this time.

[his finger tugs up from that immaculate jaw, grazing across plush lips and pulling at the bottom one until he feels the wetness of saliva before pushing inward and seeing if embry will take it or bite down petulantly.]