[ The minutes drag out and he blinks, lizard-slow in the face of Hawke's growing desperation. If it's an act, it's performed well; if it's genuine then it's almost adorable. Either way makes for a good show.
Allowing himself to be handled, Rafe purses his lip. Considering. ]
You are persistent, [ he admits. Finally the smirk he's been holding back peeks through as he nudges Hawke closer with a heel at the back of his neck. ] Can't argue that.
Now it's his turn to wait, with his hands on Rafe's thighs as the only contact he allows himself.]
One of my best qualities, [said with a quick grin. The smirk says more than the boot at his neck but he shuffles forward all the same. An almost reverent kiss is pressed to Rafe's clothed thigh, then the other as he works his way up.] Don't bother, I'd rather use my mouth for something else.
[Like undoing your pants with his teeth, which he's definitely doing now.]
[ Given the duplicity he deals with on a daily basis, the sheer openness Hawke operates with is refreshing — even if Rafe can hardly believe it half the time. Sure, running personal protection gigs doesn't quite call for palace intrigue but surely there's nothing a poker face could hurt. It's a perpetual mystery to Rafe — but not enough of one for him to interrupt Hawke now. ]
Along with cutting straight to the point.
[ The least he can do is lift his hips to offer better access, and so he does, humming under his breath as black boxer briefs peek out from gray denim. ]
[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.
I think... Since you were so eager for a chance to make up for that hideous pun. [ An expansive gesture, a king granting leave to his subject. ] Feel free to take your time.
[ With the perimeter secured, locals appropriately bribed, and Hawke's team all (presumably) doing as ordered, Garrett's job is drum-tight until they relocate or Rafe is called back to civilization. Likewise Rafe is done for the day— Oh, there's busywork he could poke at but nothing that demands attention in spite of the "protests" he'd leveled. If Hawke weren't so prone to hilarious puppy eyes, Rafe might be inclined to throw him a few more bones now and again but it's much better theater to watch him whine.
Case in point. His stomach tightens at that snap but past that he just stares with that smirk still on his face, placid as if he were sitting conference rather than with his dick out in the open air. ]
[Whatever answer Rafe gave, Hawke was going to be happy, but he'll admit he's happier that Rafe chose that particular one. He grins, glancing up at Rafe from his position above his hip.]
Thank you, sir.
[It says a lot that he doesn't mean it to sound so genuine and yet he's nothing but earnest. He meets Rafe's eyes one more time, and sinks his teeth into the matching spot above his other hip. The mark is soothed a moment later, running his tongue over it as he makes his way lower. He'd like to say there are ideas running through his head about how to draw this out, how to tease Rafe and get a little payback but... That requires more thinking than he's capable of right now.
Hawke settles himself, making himself at home between Rafe's thighs and turns his focus to the task at hand. Leaning in, he drags his tongue across Rafe's balls, taking one into his mouth and lavishing it with attention before doing the same with the other.]
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Allowing himself to be handled, Rafe purses his lip. Considering. ]
You are persistent, [ he admits. Finally the smirk he's been holding back peeks through as he nudges Hawke closer with a heel at the back of his neck. ] Can't argue that.
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Now it's his turn to wait, with his hands on Rafe's thighs as the only contact he allows himself.]
One of my best qualities, [said with a quick grin. The smirk says more than the boot at his neck but he shuffles forward all the same. An almost reverent kiss is pressed to Rafe's clothed thigh, then the other as he works his way up.] Don't bother, I'd rather use my mouth for something else.
[Like undoing your pants with his teeth, which he's definitely doing now.]
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Along with cutting straight to the point.
[ The least he can do is lift his hips to offer better access, and so he does, humming under his breath as black boxer briefs peek out from gray denim. ]
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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.
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[ With the perimeter secured, locals appropriately bribed, and Hawke's team all (presumably) doing as ordered, Garrett's job is drum-tight until they relocate or Rafe is called back to civilization. Likewise Rafe is done for the day— Oh, there's busywork he could poke at but nothing that demands attention in spite of the "protests" he'd leveled. If Hawke weren't so prone to hilarious puppy eyes, Rafe might be inclined to throw him a few more bones now and again but it's much better theater to watch him whine.
Case in point. His stomach tightens at that snap but past that he just stares with that smirk still on his face, placid as if he were sitting conference rather than with his dick out in the open air. ]
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Thank you, sir.
[It says a lot that he doesn't mean it to sound so genuine and yet he's nothing but earnest. He meets Rafe's eyes one more time, and sinks his teeth into the matching spot above his other hip. The mark is soothed a moment later, running his tongue over it as he makes his way lower. He'd like to say there are ideas running through his head about how to draw this out, how to tease Rafe and get a little payback but... That requires more thinking than he's capable of right now.
Hawke settles himself, making himself at home between Rafe's thighs and turns his focus to the task at hand. Leaning in, he drags his tongue across Rafe's balls, taking one into his mouth and lavishing it with attention before doing the same with the other.]