"Good." Chris has one more item: the slightly scratchy sash. He nods for Hawke's answer and shifts to lay the fabric over his friend's chest so his nipples caught under it. Each end gets tied around a sizable bicep, just tight enough that each of Hawke's movements should cause the fabric to shift and catch.

"There you are. A pretty picture...I've only left to decide what to do with your collar." He pulls the small bottle of lube out of his other pocket and puts some into his hand as he offers his idle wonderings. Chris smears it between his palms, then takes Hawke in hand to stroke and pump his length with seemingly no real attention paid otherwise.

"Could tie it up to the frame above us, or back to the headboard....could leave it free for my fingers to pull as I like....next time, I'll have a set of those clamps with the chain, I think. You'd look good in such delicate chains..."