[ he lets hawk take control of his movements, allowing his wrist to stay within the confines of his grasp until hawk is the one to decide he's safe to free again — and his patience is rewarded with a touch that feels nearly more intimate than if hawk had decided to simply grab his dick. a shiver crawls over embry's skin as hawk's rough thumb strokes his collarbone, tracing a line up his throat to settle his fingers at his jaw. he feels like he's being assessed, only he doesn't know the criteria he's being judged upon.
how to be a model closeted man, maybe. well, he's done that for years with flying colors, and he isn't optimistic enough to think that period of his life will ever truly be over, but it doesn't have to happen here. ]
I'm not hunting you. [ his mouth quirks slightly, tilting his cheek into hawk's touch. ] Well, not really. You're already right where I want you.
[ his hand resumes its trajectory now that hawk seems more receptive to this, closing tight around his cock as hawk drags him closer. embry knees up onto the lounge, gripping hawk's shoulder for balance as he noses along the damp line of his cheek, giving his cock a few firm strokes before teasing incessantly at the sensitive head until his fingertips are wet with hawk's lust for this. for him. ]
So do what you always imagined doing in public but couldn't.
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[ he lets hawk take control of his movements, allowing his wrist to stay within the confines of his grasp until hawk is the one to decide he's safe to free again — and his patience is rewarded with a touch that feels nearly more intimate than if hawk had decided to simply grab his dick. a shiver crawls over embry's skin as hawk's rough thumb strokes his collarbone, tracing a line up his throat to settle his fingers at his jaw. he feels like he's being assessed, only he doesn't know the criteria he's being judged upon.
how to be a model closeted man, maybe. well, he's done that for years with flying colors, and he isn't optimistic enough to think that period of his life will ever truly be over, but it doesn't have to happen here. ]
I'm not hunting you. [ his mouth quirks slightly, tilting his cheek into hawk's touch. ] Well, not really. You're already right where I want you.
[ his hand resumes its trajectory now that hawk seems more receptive to this, closing tight around his cock as hawk drags him closer. embry knees up onto the lounge, gripping hawk's shoulder for balance as he noses along the damp line of his cheek, giving his cock a few firm strokes before teasing incessantly at the sensitive head until his fingertips are wet with hawk's lust for this. for him. ]
So do what you always imagined doing in public but couldn't.