The warmth of that praise curls in him and Hawke swallows, the pressure not as much against his adam's apple now with the leash holding the collar taught, but its still tight enough that he can feel it there, changing his breath just so, keeping him in the moment.

"I'm proud of you," the murmured words make him close his eyes, making him take a shuddering breath and that warmth becomes a tightness in his chest as well, loosening slightly with gentle kisses to his chest and stomach and inexorably downward. He's not sure if he's displeased or relieved when Chris pulls his mouth away, pulls away those words, but he doesn't have the wherewithal to examine that either, nor the slight wetness he feels on one cheek. His mind is occupied, like his body, and that's all that matters just now.

He bites his lower lip and shifts in what little ways he can as Chris teases him ever so lightly, building anticipation, making Hawke's cock twitch with want and his breathing shallow in need. "Please," he murmurs into the air, "please."