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I have one of those modern suits, look fantastic in it too. Maybe we should use it sometime.

[He sends an address for a hotel a couple blocks from the Dom housing.]

This will fit us. Need a ride?

I've been told I do as well. Clearly we should show each other off sometime before we show each other up privately.

[ Is he proposing a date? Apparently he is. Flames, his stupid fingers. Shouldn't have said that.

It's fine. It's nothing he wouldn't have said anyway. Just a bit of fun and flirting to get them in a mood now with future promises.

It's fine.

Just focus. Motorcycle. That's fun. ]

If it's the motorcycle I'll meet you out front.

show each other off and then show each other up? How could I say no?
Make a date of it.

[It certainly sounded like a fun time.]

I’ll be there soon

[It doesn’t take long to gather his things, swallow down his nerves, and head out. He pulls silently up in front of Dom housing and waits to greet his friend with a raised brow and a smile.

Before Hawke can get on behind him, Chris reaches out to coax him down so he can brush fingers through snowy hair.]

Got a full head or just looking for some fun?

[ When Chris arrives, Hawke's waiting on the stoop in slightly too-tight jeans and long-sleeved red flannel over an equally tight black Henley. He saunters the few steps between them but is easily coaxed, smiling a bit at Chris' hand in his hair and leaning in for a brief and friendly kiss. ]

Always fun, but the other two. It's been quiet which was a relief for awhile, but...

[ He shrugs with one shoulder in a very you know how I get sort of gesture.

He should probably disengage long enough to get on the bike, but he's already loathe for Chris' fingers to leave his hair and so he lingers just a little bit, finding a small respite even in that minute contact. ]

I understand. [He offers softly and leans in for another, deeper kiss. He could do this for his friend. He'd told Grayson he was worried he wasn't fit for doming those that needed it, but he'd proven to himself he could, as long as he apparently wasn't in his own head about it. He'd done fine with Jon and Martin and a smattering of others that maybe weren't full scenes but has similar notes. This wouldn't be a problem, not while Hawke needed him.

He pulls back and nods behind himself.]

Hop on, handsome, I'll give you ride.

[ 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. ]

[Chris gives a warm chuckle and arches back into the feeling of teeth grazing along his skin. His hand finds one of Wolfe's and gives it a small squeeze.]

Trouble. Hold on tighter, nothing less sexy than you splattered on the concrete.

[Not that he doesn't cast Death Ward on Hawke with that little tap to hi hand, but still. He only has about three seconds to hold on better before the bike begins to roll forward. After another moment, Chris kicks them forward into traffic with a little too much speed.

He gets them to their hotel far too quickly and with only one dubiously colored light, the bike settling peacefully into a parking spot before Chris moves to dismount.]

There's a couple nicer rooms here, there's even one with a waterbed if you want to try something new.

Ah, no to the waterbed, thank you. I'd rather a more stable foundation.

[ He chuckles, still vaguely trying to figure out what the magic was that Chris cast on him before they'd set out. It's settled on him like a warm layer just above his skin. Some kind of protective charm, maybe? Only it doesn't feel like his barriers. He'll ask later, though. Now doesn't feel like a time to get into a discussion of spell work. ]

Unless you have some sort of plan in mind for it?

[ Leaning in a bit, Hawke slips one arm around Chris' waist, placing his hand against Chris' hip and just resting it there comfortably, not preventing any walking towards whatever room he's got in mind. There's anticipation in him, certainly, but moreso right now he's starting to relax just on the company alone. ]

Spoilsport.

[His chiding is gentle and his arm places itself along Hawke's back as his friend pulls him close, the cleric's fingers threading through the white strands at the base of Hawke's neck as they walk.]

No, no waterbed planned, might make you seasick even with regular sex. We'll be having a normal bed with nice surroundings and low lighting for the mood. The real sell of this place is the larger bathtubs. Figure we might make use later.

[Which is about all he can get in before needing to stop to check them in, his usual line and forged note signing off on two submissives meeting up with dominant approval to 'try each other out' getting them through with no problem. The room itself is only an elevator up to the third floor, though once the doors are closed, Chris turns to step into Hawke's space and press him up against the wall with a kiss to his jaw and a leg pressing in between Hawke's.]

I know you're not much one for public displays...but I'm trying to behave.

[ Hawke makes an amused hum at Chris mentioning the tub. It puts him in mind of the early morning conversation they'd had some time ago where Chris had mentioned a long soak after rigorous activity then too. He files that information, intending to use it at some point to Chris' benefit. He has to wonder if anyone actually pampers Chris the way he deserves. Should get, even, or if Chris is too much like him in this regard. He always seems to be caring for others in some way. Not in the same exact manner as Hawke does, where he's always putting his own problems on the back burner, but-

And then he's suddenly pressed into the wall of the elevator, enveloped by Chris' presence and shuddering at the unexpected pressure between his legs. His thoughts scatter, still present but now a jumbled mess he has little hope of gathering up with the blond in his space and his mouth against Hawke's skin. He breathes in sharply, arms snaking around Chris' sides in a loose embrace as he tilts his head back more to offer easier access, skin warm and heart beating faster. ]

No one said you had to behave.

[ There's a heady excitement in Chris pushing his boundaries, he finds. He's not always in the mood for it, but in this headspace, when he's already resolved to surrender so many others, what's one more? The idea of being discovered becomes more of an enticement than a fear and he doesn't have to wonder at why, not really. Despite his mind being a tangled mess, he can see that plain as day; nothing its going to happen that he doesn't want happening. He's safe with Chris. ]

[He gives a thoughtful hum and works lips and teeth against Hawke's throat. Movement that turns from kissing and grazes of teeth to a harsh sucking motion as Chris works a mark into his friend's skin.

Just in time, as it happens, for him to step back completely as the elevator comes to a stop and the door dings. There's a couple on the other side and Chris takes Hawke's hand as he gives a brief nod of deference to the dominant of the pair and leads them on. Whether Hawke's legs are fully back under him or not.]

Come along, handsome...

[He does keep Hawke's hand even after the doors close behind them and Chris is quick to move in behind the other man, his free arm wrapping around Wolfe's middle as lips take up against the back of his neck. He grinds his crotch lightly against Hawke's ass as he mutters to him.]

Careful...I'd fuck you here in the hall, hand over your mouth to keep you quiet, if I didn't have better plan for you. Watch what you're willing to tell me.

Chris tugs before he's ready and he stumbles from the elevator like a foal, flashing the couple an awkward smile that's only half for show. He's usually poised, but this sort of thing is very new and with his mind already jumbled and his making barely more than a token effort to force it to rights, he's slower to recover. It's why Chris is able to get behind him so quickly, or so he decides in the moment before his thoughts spiral away further and disappear altogether, dominated only by the feeling of Chris against his ass and the growling purr of threatened enticement. He shudders, already moving to hardness and considering the wisdom in letting Chris have his way right here.

The licentious grin of the dominant as he disappeared into the elevator flashes before his mind's eye and he thinks the better of it. Not because he's concerned of said dominant getting his hands on himself, but on Chris, and then causing them a great deal of legal trouble thereafter when they're forced to take the transgression out on his hide. It's a symptom of a bigger problem, and to cools Hawke's temperature for a moment.

"Another time for that. I'd rather succumb to your plans tonight than your whims." He twists in Chris' grip, grasping the cleric's hand in a tight grip and turning to kiss him appreciatively. Maybe a bit protectively.

Pressed this close, he can feel the slight change in temperature, like an isolated breeze sweeping over his arms and it's there in the tips of Hawke's fingers, more than the chill they already usually carry. It's whatever he catches in the kiss itself that has his brow furrowing in concern.

The fingers of his other hand rise to brush along Hawke's cheek as he tries to search his friend's expression. "My efforts for you..." Something defensive with how there's a bit of tension in Hawke's neck.

Well...whatever the cause, Chris had a cure.

"Come on, let's get you out of your head a while, darling."

He leads them on to the room without further incident and what awaits them is something something just this side of decadent. A four poster bed with canopy, rich satin white bed dressings and a sitting area of a couple plush lounge chairs. The ensuite is a dark slate with a double-headed shower arrangement. Chris inspects the room as he sets his bag aside and gives a thoughtful hum. "Ah...so this is what they meant by 'Luxury.' Good to know."

Darling squeezes his insides too and he's glad Chris has turned away to find the door and let them in. Seeing the room is a nice distraction. Luxury is certainly right. He'd thought they'd end up in one of those hokey sort of rooms with a theme and silly trappings. He'd seen one awhile ago that was forest themed with painted walls and a tree branch chandelier. This is tasteful though and he wanders a meandering weave around the room, ending up by the bed to touch the soft fabric of the canopy. It's the wrong colors, but it reminds him a bit of the home he'll never get back even if he does end up returning to Thedas.

He drops his hand back to his side and turns around, a gentle smile on his face. "It's much nicer than I expected, actually. Not that I expected anything poor quality but they theme these things sometimes and I don't think I'm in the mood for waves projected on the ceiling and an enormous aquarium flanking the bed."

Walking over to Chris, Hawke leans in for a kiss. He probably shouldn't, not with starting a scene and all. Boundaries, something like that, but... he simply wants the kiss. From this man, right in this moment. So he silently asks with his body instead of his words and hopes Chris won't make him say it. Or maybe he hopes that he will.

Chris debates with himself a fraction of a second on if he should make Hawke earn his kiss...but they hadn't officially started yet, so he couldn't expect the rules to still apply. He leans in to meet Hawke's lips with his own in something soft and uncomplicated for now.

He pulls back slowly, his fingers coming up to brush the backs against Wolfe's jaw in a mirror of how he sometimes did to himself in thought.

"Tell me what we're meant to be doing here so I know you understand, and then tell me your safeword for if it becomes too much and I'm to cut you free."

He knows it, but hearing it again is part of this ritual they're...establishing. They should have talked about this a long time ago, shouldn't they? Making it up as they go wasn't safe...

He presses the thought down for later and gestures to his bag. "When you've done that, go retrieve the collar I've brought for you and hand it to me so I might put it on you."

Soft, yes, but more complicated for that instead of less. It's all he can do not to let it show on his face even if he can't help how he presses perhaps just a little harder than he meant, a little more desperately. It can be read as eagerness, he hopes. Anticipation.

Chris pulls back and softly touches his face with his knuckles. It's grounding and Hawke's eyes focus their stormy blue on green and finds some semblance of peace there already.

"We're meant to get me from my head." He rumbles, taking a shallow breath and exhaling slowly. "Bind me so I have no choice but to be still and know that's all I'm meant to be for awhile."

He fixes his gaze on a point past Chris' head for a moment, unfocused again as he thinks over his safe word. Sloth seems too much right now, with the weight of his inaction baring down. The word has more meaning than he wants, but that's the point isn't it? It would certainly bring him out of anything else. "My safeword is sloth."

He swallows, looking down and trying not to lean into that hand on his jaw. He's not sure he's relieved or bereft for Chris moving it to gesture to the bag, but if he hadn't Hawke may have said something he'd regret. He takes another breath, flashing a smile and trying instead to focus on what they're doing, the point of it, and not how it may make him ache. What he has no thought for is feeling safe because it's not a feeling here. It's knowledge, an immutable fact in this moment that Chris knows what he's doing and the only wrong Hawke can commit is not to follow directions. Simple. Easy. Chris, at least, will not hurt him. Hawke does enough of that all on his own.

Retrieving the collar is its own sort of satisfaction. A small task to perform, and so he goes to rummage in the bag, head already feeling a bit clearer for his fingers wrapping around the leather band. He returns to give it to Chris, holding the strip with two hands almost as a knight presenting a prize to his lord, though he doesn't kneel just yet.

He nods for the confirmation and smiles in return when Hawke does and waits for his friend to do as he's been instructed, the order of the actions a balm of their own. They were always fine and this was no different.

He takes the strip of leather and brushes his fingers back through the right side of Hawke's hair. "Very good, thank you. Now, get on your knees for me so I can affix this around your neck. You won't be having my cock just yet, I'm afraid you'll have to earn it...but I'm sure you'll make me proud and do just that. Won't you?"

It's not a rhetorical question, but the firmness of his tone is matched with the softness of his touch when he moves to affix the collar around Hawke's neck, leaving the simple metal ring facing him. Chris loops a finger through it without pulling too much just yet.

Hawke obeys. He kneels without question, watches Chris' face quietly as he fastens the collar, but in so doing he notices something a little off. It's not anything big, just an unfocused quality to Chris' gaze, something turned more inward than without, and it only lasts a moment.

But Hawke still notices.

"Chris?" He says his friend's name softly, still kneeling with the blond's finger crooked through the ring at his throat, but the tone is less one of submission than of concern. Something is off.

"Are you alright?"

The sound of his name is a small alert and he tilts his head lightly to listen. His brows pull together and he doesn't answer right away. When he does, he gives a small nod and reaches out to run his fingers along the side of Hawke's face.

He needed to pull himself together. Hawke needed him, he couldn't afford to not be at his best or distracted. Get with it. He takes a deep breath and smiles.

"Yes, darling. My apologies, you've my attention. You're safe." He gives a slight tug at the collar. "Are we good to continue?"

He leans into those fingers just a little, bringing his hand up to gently stop Chris from pulling them away. He holds lightly, but it's a hold nonetheless. A pause. Hawke can tell this isn't as effortless for Chris as his usual, even with them only having done a scene once, he knows his friend well enough to see when he's having trouble in general, not just getting in a mood or a mindset. They need to talk first, not for his own safety but simply because if Chris is troubled, then that takes precedence, full stop.

That deep breath to center himself cinches it.

Hawke kisses Chris' fingers and moves to stand. "You're safe too, Chris. You don't have to force anything for me, I'm not going to fall apart and I don't want to continue if there's something wrong, whatever it is. What's troubling you?"

Hawke moves to stand and there's a moment of flared panic in his gut that has his hand tensing at the same time as the other one braces on Hawke's shoulder to keep him from standing.

"That you're apparently not ready to continue or you'd be mind me and keeping your focus on the scene. You didn't answer my question and I didn't invite yours. Back on your knees Adalwolfe Hawke and you tell me when you're ready to continue or I will take matters into my own hands."

That was the solution: keep the scene, maintain his control, show Hawke that even if he noticed something was wrong, Chris was not incapable of locking it away.

Panic, and Chris' hand on his shoulder, and that's all Hawke needs to know that he'd made the right call previously and is making the right one now. He just never thought he'd have to do it this way.

"Sloth."

He says it simply, looking up at Chris from his now half-crouch and waiting to see what he'll do. The concern he feels shows, but the part that worries Chris will be angry that he's used his safe word this way is tamped down behind the more immediate worry that Chris was trying to push through as he was.

The collar feels a bit too tight all of a sudden, but he leaves it on for now, waiting and watching, worried for his friend but not for himself save in that one regard.

Edited (Forgot words) 2023-02-11 02:43 (UTC)

Hawke calls his word and it's automatic how Chris' hands fall away back to his side as he takes a step back. Everything about him is politically neutral instead of the concern he might display were this in the middle of the scene. Or for Hawke's benefit. Instead, he's quietly on the defensive and he knows it.

"Hawke...If you're calling your word in the interest of your own protection, because you don't feel safe with me right now, then I apologize for that and would make it right. If you're calling it while chasing a perceived inability in me, then it is not appreciated."

"I'm using it because you asked if I wanted to stop and I did. That's what it's for, isn't it? I've not done that wrong?"

It's at least half an honest question and he doesn't mean anything sharp with it. Instead of standing back up, he rolls back into sitting, knowing it's probably going to be a trial getting up again later and not worrying about that just now.

"You're not unable, I don't doubt you and never have. It's me; once I've seen that there's something bothering you its all I'm going to be able to think about, especially if it's bothering you enough that I even notice. I'm not unobservant but you've always been good at masking things so if I have noticed something then to my mind it must weigh heavily."

He reaches back to try and remove the collar, having difficulty with the buckle trying to do that backwards and without looking. He gives up after a moment, deciding to just deal with it for now. He shifts, distinctly uncomfortable in a way that doesn't just belong to the collar. "Tell me I've done something wrong if I have, but I didn't use my word lightly."

He’s quiet as he listens…and when Hawke struggles with the collar, Chris steps back in to unfasten it.

“No…you’ve done nothing wrong.” He just hadn’t trusted that Hawke had called the word for himself. But if he had, then nothing needed addressing.

“I’m sorry. I should have better left my outside concerns just there. Give me a moment to pull myself together and you a moment to relax and we can start again.”

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