[Unless that's been his plan all along. If they think they can read everything on your face, it means they think they know what you're going to do. It makes his job a lot more fun when he proves them wrong.

Unfortunately, he can't make that same claim in his personal life.

Hawke gives a noise of agreement, not moving his hands until the zipper is all the way down. Rafe's pants are tugged halfway down his thighs, and his hands settle on his hips, shoving his shirt up so he can bite above his hip.]

Wanna fuck my mouth or can I take as long as I like? Seeing as how I don't actually have anything pressing until we move out again.