[ hawk tastes like the cigarettes embry gave up years ago when he entered politics in earnest, an old, familiar craving sparking back to life. his dalliance with hawk is fairly new, all things considered, but it feels worn now, comfortably so, like expensive leather or fine wine, stretched just right, aged perfectly to settle sweetly on his tongue. with the things he'd seen in the other man's head — a strange trust had come fast like a punch, tethering them together, their bonds loose enough that he can drift, but strong enough to pull if he needs it.
and lately — he has. he sighs into hawk's mouth, meeting the grind of his hips, his eyes fluttering open at the stroke of his fingers down the line of his neck. he could playfully, sordidly jack hawk off right here in the privacy of the maze, but for a long moment he just admires the way the fractal light shimmers in hawk's eyes, a reflection of the sky above.
it's different from ash. but it's different from a casual fling, too, and embry would know, considering he's fucked his way through multiple towns before, and that knowledge sits squarely in his chest, both uncomfortable and somehow reassuring at once. ash is everything to him, every cell in his body, every drop of blood, every tear he sheds and every pained, grating breath. embry lives with the primal fear of knowing that he can't exist without him, and that he fucks that up every day.
hawk is none of those things. there's something about him as fleeting as smoke, and yet embry feels content in the moment with him, the constant weight of expectation temporarily misplaced elsewhere. ]
I actually — [ his words come out in a breathy rush, light and almost teasing, though flavored with a truth that he doesn't know the source of. he hadn't planned on saying much of anything at all. ] Kinda missed you.
[ another thunderous burst overhead, and he leans in to steal another kiss with it, pressing close. his lashes flutter as he breathes out a heavy sigh. ]
Last time I saw fireworks like this, it was New Year's. [ it's bad form to talk about another man with another man, but his tongue feels abnormally loose. ] I was at a club — not that different from the Otherworld, really — and, well, I was late. I was rushing like fuck to get there so I could kiss someone right at midnight.
[ someone. hawk has to know who he's referring to, after that horrible mind trip they'd shared. ]
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and lately — he has. he sighs into hawk's mouth, meeting the grind of his hips, his eyes fluttering open at the stroke of his fingers down the line of his neck. he could playfully, sordidly jack hawk off right here in the privacy of the maze, but for a long moment he just admires the way the fractal light shimmers in hawk's eyes, a reflection of the sky above.
it's different from ash. but it's different from a casual fling, too, and embry would know, considering he's fucked his way through multiple towns before, and that knowledge sits squarely in his chest, both uncomfortable and somehow reassuring at once. ash is everything to him, every cell in his body, every drop of blood, every tear he sheds and every pained, grating breath. embry lives with the primal fear of knowing that he can't exist without him, and that he fucks that up every day.
hawk is none of those things. there's something about him as fleeting as smoke, and yet embry feels content in the moment with him, the constant weight of expectation temporarily misplaced elsewhere. ]
I actually — [ his words come out in a breathy rush, light and almost teasing, though flavored with a truth that he doesn't know the source of. he hadn't planned on saying much of anything at all. ] Kinda missed you.
[ another thunderous burst overhead, and he leans in to steal another kiss with it, pressing close. his lashes flutter as he breathes out a heavy sigh. ]
Last time I saw fireworks like this, it was New Year's. [ it's bad form to talk about another man with another man, but his tongue feels abnormally loose. ] I was at a club — not that different from the Otherworld, really — and, well, I was late. I was rushing like fuck to get there so I could kiss someone right at midnight.
[ someone. hawk has to know who he's referring to, after that horrible mind trip they'd shared. ]