[all of it feels different tonight, strangely at ease despite the storm he's been weathering long before rosie came along at his party. things with tim are a whole other shitstorm, but somehow it had brought him closer to embry, enough to make it echo in his head like he's gone as soft as a goddamn woman about the easy acceptance he never thought he'd deserve. but it's spelled out in black and white, something he's none too proud to admit going back and reading more than once when the nights are bleaker than usual. when he lingers on what they'd both given up - embry's more raw than his own future while he still has time to course-correct.
maybe that's why he's got no gripes about being wide out in the open, lookout duty abandoned or not as embry slides easy and familiar into his lap. carefully he tips his head back, enough to deepen the kiss and let his tongue slip in for a quick taste even though he knows it's better than even the most expensive vintage the balfours have buried in their wine cellar. there's no rush to any of it, not the slow shift of their hips or the exploratory lick against his tongue. it's slower than their usual m.o., less of the acerbic commentary and hawk dragging him by the same hair he's lightly weaving between his fingers now, tugging him down onto his knees or into the bed to feed him his cock and shut him the hell up.
it feels like a waste not to have taken his time up until now - to see the elegant slant of moonlight along his high cheekbones and reflected in the expressive glimmer of his eyes. he's impossibly pretty, even if regardless of the emotion he's uncharacteristically feeling, even that wouldn't get him to feed embry's ego by saying so. instead he leans back, hands resting at his hips to tip him forward against the obvious bulge and grin lazily up at the gorgeous creature in his lap.]
Yeah?
[it's low, lacking the usual smug, self-satisfaction he'd inject to make embry more annoyed at admitting it.]
Well. Maybe I missed you too. More than I ought to admit.
[but he is, letting his palms slide under the expensive fabric and against embry's abdomen for the warmth of ski to skin contact. there's no offense taken at such a faux pas - they already know what they comfortably exist as to each other. just like embry could never replace tim, hawk knows he couldn't come close to what maxen colchester means even when he's kept at arms length.
just the way you are.]
Mm, an underground DC sex club? Times really do change.
[he rucks up the knit from the hem, lifting it up and over his head, suddenly wanting to see nothing more than the way every inch of his skin looks under the mood lighting. and if anyone is watching? he doesn't give a shit right now, too busy feeling a hungry pang and a sudden need to have him.]
Did you make it to him in time? Maybe I ought to start calling you Cinderella.
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maybe that's why he's got no gripes about being wide out in the open, lookout duty abandoned or not as embry slides easy and familiar into his lap. carefully he tips his head back, enough to deepen the kiss and let his tongue slip in for a quick taste even though he knows it's better than even the most expensive vintage the balfours have buried in their wine cellar. there's no rush to any of it, not the slow shift of their hips or the exploratory lick against his tongue. it's slower than their usual m.o., less of the acerbic commentary and hawk dragging him by the same hair he's lightly weaving between his fingers now, tugging him down onto his knees or into the bed to feed him his cock and shut him the hell up.
it feels like a waste not to have taken his time up until now - to see the elegant slant of moonlight along his high cheekbones and reflected in the expressive glimmer of his eyes. he's impossibly pretty, even if regardless of the emotion he's uncharacteristically feeling, even that wouldn't get him to feed embry's ego by saying so. instead he leans back, hands resting at his hips to tip him forward against the obvious bulge and grin lazily up at the gorgeous creature in his lap.]
Yeah?
[it's low, lacking the usual smug, self-satisfaction he'd inject to make embry more annoyed at admitting it.]
Well. Maybe I missed you too. More than I ought to admit.
[but he is, letting his palms slide under the expensive fabric and against embry's abdomen for the warmth of ski to skin contact. there's no offense taken at such a faux pas - they already know what they comfortably exist as to each other. just like embry could never replace tim, hawk knows he couldn't come close to what maxen colchester means even when he's kept at arms length.
just the way you are.]
Mm, an underground DC sex club? Times really do change.
[he rucks up the knit from the hem, lifting it up and over his head, suddenly wanting to see nothing more than the way every inch of his skin looks under the mood lighting. and if anyone is watching? he doesn't give a shit right now, too busy feeling a hungry pang and a sudden need to have him.]
Did you make it to him in time? Maybe I ought to start calling you Cinderella.