Chris works on him and in him and Hawke's entire body quakes as a shudder wracks through him. A shudder that tries to turn into a pulse through him but Chris' clever fingers hold him fast and it gets no further than that. He's not even aware of what Chris is saying in that moment, a keening sound escaping his throat. He's not even sure he made the noise himself, his mind is so in the moment. For a man usually so acutely aware of himself, of those around him, he's certainly oblivious just now.

So much so that it takes until Chris is pushing into him actively to realize the plan and as if on instinct he utilizes the incredibly limited amount of movement he has to shift his hips just so slightly more upward to take him in. He takes in a hard breath, almost euphoric as he starts to feel the press of Chris' girth in earnest.