Its difficult not to lean into Chris' touch. He wants that too, wants to be felt and palmed and Maker the look Chris gives to his already heavy cock is nearly enough to break his resolve.

It does crack, just a bit. Hawke's head turns for lips to brush Chris' palm and fingertips snag in Chris' shirt as he turns to leave, Hawke not having stepped in any direction just yet. But another fleeting moment and he lets go, nodding and swallowing under that blessed collar, moving towards the bed as directed.