[POLITICAL AIDE AU]

[homosexuals]

AKA MATT BOMERCEPTION

a diplomat is a person who can tell you to go to hell in such a way that you actually look forward to the trip.

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[homosexuals]

[sometimes it's good to take a moment and celebrate when his intuition pays off. he'd been 50/50 if embry would sock him in the face for a brazen assumption or mouth off in his favor. instead he gets something unexpected altogether - like the flip of a switch from that fiery, defensive and stubbornly self-destructive defiance to something that much more luscious, docile almost in the way he realizes he craves what hawk is offering after all. quite frankly, maybe he even needs it. and who would hawk be to deny him when he's asking so sweetly? the memories of that night aren't as hazy for him as they might be embry - no he wasn't stone cold sober, but he wasn't strung out on top of pleasantly blitzed from too much whiskey to drive away the pictures of tim's broken heart cracked in half between his hands.

he remembers the way embry bit at him, vicious enough to make hawk work for it. slamming that lithe body up against the pretty penny of wall paneling in some expensively convenient hotel, feeling those legs wrapping around him and the swell of his ass goading him with every grind to get his dick out and fuck him into submission. done and done - hands fisted in his hair, pretty face pressed up against filigree patterns with embry bent in half and fucked hard enough to leave bruises against his slim hips. he'd broken his own rule that night - not satisfied with just one round, another in the bed that had sheets with a sinful thread count. his clean exit was a little muddied that night, and at the time he'd just chalked it up to more stress to blow off, the loss of something that had been the most consistent thing in his life second only to his own hand.

his attention is rapt on the way the change envelopes embry - the softness of his touch, as if unsure, and christ, the noise spilling from his lips - his thumb lifts in a moment of exceedingly rare fondness to stroke against his wrist lightly from where he's reversed their positions.]

Yeah, I know exactly how. I gotcha - c'mere.

[his fist squeezes around embry, neither hard nor light nor rewarding - a wordless command, just wait as his other arm lightly pushes him upwards into a brief upright position, only so he can knee up onto the bed and replace the pillow, propping embry up against his chest. it gives him that much better of a view - his face, his leaking cock, and it lets him nose in hot against that perfect jawline and up against the shell of his ear, a warm exhale against it as he settles in comfortably. much better.

slowly his thumb shifts again, pressing firm against the tip and dragging the blunt edge of a nail through the pearly stickiness of his slit and down the tender line of his sensitive frenulum. there's a breathy laugh, enough of a bite to it that he's not gone totally soft as his fist finally curls against his thick shaft with just the right amount of pressure and pumps him in quick succession without warning.]

Christ, look at you. So fucking wet already.

You know, if you think I'm gonna let you cum easy, Embry - think again.

[hymen]

[ it's not what he's expecting, but then hawk vacillates between steady and surprising so often that maybe he should have been. he's a solid weight at his back, their clothes rustling, the heat of hawk's breath soaking his hair. it's better like this, hawk's grip more intimate, more relentless, though embry doesn't feel less vulnerable in this state, even if he's had plenty of practice being held by another man.

it's not hawk's maleness that bothers him, but the mysterious fucking unknown of all of this, that embry talks to all of his other partners and specifically works out who's going to be fucking who, and it's usually embry on top — except for when it came to ash, who toppled him into the dirt and has kept him there ever since, but that's not relevant right now. what's relevant is hawk's torturous touch, dragging a shudder out of him, that hawk is jacking his sensitive cock hard enough that he could spill in under a minute — but everything that comes out of his mouth makes embry remember that he's a goddamn asshole. ]

Shut up. [ embry squirms, caught like a fucking rabbit in a trap. it's impossible to miss the gleam of wetness slicking hawk's fingers, or his wrenching desire to lick them clean. ] You didn't even want to come here.

[ the accusation is leveled in a strained voice, between puffs of breath. he didn't want to come here and he sure as hell hadn't given much evidence in the way of wanting this before this precise moment. maybe it's all a game to hawk, and unfortunately his fingers feel too good for embry to care.

he tilts his head back, nestling in the crook of hawk's shoulder, throat bobbing in a hard swallow. should he beg? christ, he wants to, he just wants to fucking cum, but instead of speaking he tilts his mouth to lick a hungry stripe along the side of hawk's throat. ]

The faster you let me — [ his breath comes damp and hot against hawk's skin, his pleasure-addled brain trying to strike a bargain. ] The faster I can get you off, too.