He waits for Hawke to lay out on the bed and then moves to hover over him as he strips what remains of his own clothes off.

"Good. Now, lift up a bit for me here, I'm gonna slip this under you." Once he's bare as his friend, he reaches over for the belt-looking thing and slides it under Wolfe to strap over his abdomen. To the D-rings on it's center, he clips leather cuffs, their interiors unlined. He reaches for one of Hawke's hands to pull his wrist over to the cuff and squeezes his fingers before letting go. "Here we are...I'm looking forward to the marks these'll leave on your skin, darling. Now the other."

He repeats the process with Wolfe's other hand and reaches up to sweep some of Hawke's hair from his face and pet down his cheek. "You are just too perfect bound up for me. Now your legs."

Hawke's legs take a bit more time, the ropes turning and twisting and folding around the mage's pale thighs and ending at just below his knee before Chris ties the slack up by the headboard, pulling one and then the other leg open and wide for him. "There now...all spread and inviting for me. Do you want me between your legs, my Wolfe?"