He's a little surprised with Hawke kneeling, but he takes it in easy stride. "As you like. I've some lotion for chafing after." That part he's not terribly surprised about. If Hawke needed this kind of distraction, he needed that stinging sort that cut through thought.
Chris puts the collar snug to his throat and laces it through to the hole that seemed to keep it snug to his friend's skin...then puts it one more past that. Nothing that would constrict Hawke's breathing entirely, just enough pressure to be felt with every breath and every swallow. 'If he was comfortable with it' if he wasn't slipping into his own mindset for this, he might have laughed. That little bit of control over the other man's state of being? His comfort? His very breath? Yes, Chris was just fine.
He hooks a finger through the loop and tugs so Hawke's face comes to his thighs, then lets go in favor of threading his fingers through that soft white hair to keep Hawke pressed close while he surveyed the room. "Let's see...where shall we put you? The chair's all well and good...could tie bind you and have my way with your cock until you're spent...then maybe untie you and simply have you on hands and knees...hmm" He goes through the options idly, like it was only an innocent brainstorming of thoughts, his fingers carding through Hawke's hair all the while. "The bed's nice...have your hands over your head or tied to your own thighs...yes, maybe tied to your own thighs, but have your ankles bound and spread for me and we can attach your lovely collar to the bedframe. What a pretty picture you'd make."
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Chris puts the collar snug to his throat and laces it through to the hole that seemed to keep it snug to his friend's skin...then puts it one more past that. Nothing that would constrict Hawke's breathing entirely, just enough pressure to be felt with every breath and every swallow. 'If he was comfortable with it' if he wasn't slipping into his own mindset for this, he might have laughed. That little bit of control over the other man's state of being? His comfort? His very breath? Yes, Chris was just fine.
He hooks a finger through the loop and tugs so Hawke's face comes to his thighs, then lets go in favor of threading his fingers through that soft white hair to keep Hawke pressed close while he surveyed the room. "Let's see...where shall we put you? The chair's all well and good...could tie bind you and have my way with your cock until you're spent...then maybe untie you and simply have you on hands and knees...hmm" He goes through the options idly, like it was only an innocent brainstorming of thoughts, his fingers carding through Hawke's hair all the while. "The bed's nice...have your hands over your head or tied to your own thighs...yes, maybe tied to your own thighs, but have your ankles bound and spread for me and we can attach your lovely collar to the bedframe. What a pretty picture you'd make."