[ Chris is soft for a moment and something in Hawke's chest squeezes at the kiss, something gentle but firm, affirming. Knowing, in his way that makes his request for help both very easy and unfathomably difficult to follow through on.
Distracted by wrestling with his feelings, Hawke slides into the bike, hands automatically gravitating to Chris' hips for purchase and grinning at the small flirtation. He leans in, mouth by Chris' ear to be heard over the general noise of the city and the soft purr of the magically quieted bike. ]
You give me this ride and then I give you one of my own. Seems fair.
[ He can't help but give a small nip to Chris' neck in punctuation of his point. ]
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Distracted by wrestling with his feelings, Hawke slides into the bike, hands automatically gravitating to Chris' hips for purchase and grinning at the small flirtation. He leans in, mouth by Chris' ear to be heard over the general noise of the city and the soft purr of the magically quieted bike. ]
You give me this ride and then I give you one of my own. Seems fair.
[ He can't help but give a small nip to Chris' neck in punctuation of his point. ]