"You'll take care of me." Hawke repeats Chris' words thickly, shivering at what he's already received. That alone would be enough even if he wasn't aching to finish, his cock hanging low and heavy between his legs, a little slick with precome, but Chris always goes beyond, always makes sure he's physically satisfied. And emotionally, too, which is the point of this but not what he should worry about right now. He trusts Chris to give what he needs.
He trusts Chris to know him.
Gingerly removing his hands from the bedposts, Hawke steps back to move around the bed and climb onto it, settling up near the plush pillows at the headboard with a long exhale that he can feel in his throat as it leaves him thanks to the collar. It puts him in focus and while his skin still seems to buzz in expectation and want, he's easily surrendered to Chris' guidance and grey eyes meet green with a warmth he may have hidden were he not in this headspace.
Hawke holds Chris' gaze for a moment, wishing for a moment that he'd at least brushed a hand against his when he'd gone to follow directions but it's alright. Chris knows him and will put hands on him soon enough. He can be patient.
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He trusts Chris to know him.
Gingerly removing his hands from the bedposts, Hawke steps back to move around the bed and climb onto it, settling up near the plush pillows at the headboard with a long exhale that he can feel in his throat as it leaves him thanks to the collar. It puts him in focus and while his skin still seems to buzz in expectation and want, he's easily surrendered to Chris' guidance and grey eyes meet green with a warmth he may have hidden were he not in this headspace.
Hawke holds Chris' gaze for a moment, wishing for a moment that he'd at least brushed a hand against his when he'd gone to follow directions but it's alright. Chris knows him and will put hands on him soon enough. He can be patient.