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[wolfehawke]

The leather is supple but thick. It won't hurt much but it will leave light scours in his skin that will take some hours to fade and he can't help the excitement that puts in him for it. Marks of any kind, especially left by Chris, he's often thought of just having tattooed over. Permanent reminders of times together, intimate and freeing. Not that he will.

His hands trapped just under his chest, Hawke can feel himself hold his breath not just inward but the outward rise of his body as well as Chris raises both of Hawke's legs, suspended from the knees to be spread wide and open on display for his friend's full view. It would be embarrassing if this were any other time.

"Yes," he answers breathlessly, anticipation making his words short. He shifts his knees just a little, more to see if he can than anything, and is tantalized to feel the ropes having very little give. He couldn't close his legs if he wanted to. That too makes him burn hot and he licks his lip in nervous anticipation. "More than anything."