"That is part of my charm." He knows his voice is appealing to some and he has some pride in how little his own words fluster him, he could be horribly filthy at times and barely notice a heat to his face. All for his companion's benefit, usually.

He applies it now, his grip tightening as he aims for depth rather than steady rhythm to continue that teasing sensation of not quite enough. His hips slap against Hawke's enticing ass, aiming to bruise. "Stop? How could I stop when you're spread and stretched so perfect? Barely a a couple hours after seeing me again...and you just had to spread your legs for me...so good like that. I'll fill you up as I know you need, Hawke. I'll take my pleasure of you." He breathes sharply, grin edging into feral as he looks down at his friend. "And you, handsome thing, lay there and take every bit I give you."

He ends with a thrust that pairs with the magical strength boost to drive as deep as he can. Barely a breath later, the speed boost kicks in as well and Chris' pace turns relentless, words traded for harsh breaths and pleased groans as he sets a bruising pace.