[it's not the sort of thing he might have considered before - in the park bathrooms, the dim light and the smoky corners of bars that would look the other way and kept a raid siren at the front door and cashier for a split second of warning. christ, it wasn't even something he felt he got to do enough of with tim for the way he always kept a part of his heart locked away, afraid to surrender it entirely knowing there was no real future for them. but tim might be the only person on this godforsaken earth still alive that knows what tenderness in hawkins fuller looks like. and even then - if he gets sent to the front line - christ.
he does not wanna think about this right now. not one bit.
instead he tips his head up, eyes falling half-lidded as he drinks in the way embry goes pliant and easy in his lap. like he was born for this, and that even if he's the one who wants to take credit for the hunting, he could just as easily make exceedingly handsome prey.]
Tell me one of them.
[there's not a single fuck he has about any complaints, and he knows damn sure they won't be about his hands or his mouth, which promptly licks a hot stripe up embry's neck before laving his tongue in a heated kiss along his pulsepoint. his thighs splay out a little more, a hungry noise low in the back of his throat while embry starts slowly jacking him off and dragging the evidence that yeah, he's very much fucking enjoying this - in public no less - blurting against his thumb tip. there's a gracious squeeze along the firm muscle of his ass before he draws it back forward to mirror what embry is doing to him and mould the splay of his palm along the thick bulge behind his inseam. his lips trail up towards his earlobe, nipping at the shell teasingly.]
I'm not gonna fuck you in public. Not all the way.
[because - that means he can do it twice, without fear of someone getting too familiar with his face or his voice or recognizing him in the future.]
But I will get you off, and I will fuck you where I can take my time pulling you apart. Deal?
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he does not wanna think about this right now. not one bit.
instead he tips his head up, eyes falling half-lidded as he drinks in the way embry goes pliant and easy in his lap. like he was born for this, and that even if he's the one who wants to take credit for the hunting, he could just as easily make exceedingly handsome prey.]
Tell me one of them.
[there's not a single fuck he has about any complaints, and he knows damn sure they won't be about his hands or his mouth, which promptly licks a hot stripe up embry's neck before laving his tongue in a heated kiss along his pulsepoint. his thighs splay out a little more, a hungry noise low in the back of his throat while embry starts slowly jacking him off and dragging the evidence that yeah, he's very much fucking enjoying this - in public no less - blurting against his thumb tip. there's a gracious squeeze along the firm muscle of his ass before he draws it back forward to mirror what embry is doing to him and mould the splay of his palm along the thick bulge behind his inseam. his lips trail up towards his earlobe, nipping at the shell teasingly.]
I'm not gonna fuck you in public. Not all the way.
[because - that means he can do it twice, without fear of someone getting too familiar with his face or his voice or recognizing him in the future.]
But I will get you off, and I will fuck you where I can take my time pulling you apart. Deal?