It's silly, but pride blooms in him for the praise. It's not as if Chris is careful with his approval, but Hawke's caught on long ago that he doesn't give it for no reason. If Chris is satisfied, then Hawke is happy and that's as simple as it needs to be for a scene. With the collar on, his only worry is whether Chris is pleased with him and there is such comfort and catharsis in being able to put everything else away temporarily.
He can't see with his back turned, but the kisses marking a haphazard line down his shoulders and back give away Chris kneeling and he lets out an appreciative pant for the mark he feels Chris leave on him. He wants a dozen more like it, to walk out of here covered in love bites and bruises to wear proudly. That train of thought spirals away for the slip of magic against him, causing a shudder and for him to have to momentarily lock his knees lest he go weak in them for his cautious excitement.
Is he really going to...?
A pleasured moan escapes Hawke almost before Chris has pressed his tongue against the tight ring of flesh. This sort of treatment is rare, almost like a special occasion, and that Chris would reward him with it goes straight to his cock. Just the feeling of himself being spread is enough to get him going, but the wetness and the invasion and how he can feel Chris's nose occasionally bump the inside curve of his ass makes him giddy.
"C-Chris..." He says his name just to say it, to affirm that he still has his wits for now, but he gulps air and pants, holding the bed posts with a white-knuckled grip.
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He can't see with his back turned, but the kisses marking a haphazard line down his shoulders and back give away Chris kneeling and he lets out an appreciative pant for the mark he feels Chris leave on him. He wants a dozen more like it, to walk out of here covered in love bites and bruises to wear proudly. That train of thought spirals away for the slip of magic against him, causing a shudder and for him to have to momentarily lock his knees lest he go weak in them for his cautious excitement.
Is he really going to...?
A pleasured moan escapes Hawke almost before Chris has pressed his tongue against the tight ring of flesh. This sort of treatment is rare, almost like a special occasion, and that Chris would reward him with it goes straight to his cock. Just the feeling of himself being spread is enough to get him going, but the wetness and the invasion and how he can feel Chris's nose occasionally bump the inside curve of his ass makes him giddy.
"C-Chris..." He says his name just to say it, to affirm that he still has his wits for now, but he gulps air and pants, holding the bed posts with a white-knuckled grip.