"No," he rasps, throat dry from gasping though he barely starts to notice as he comes down. Chris' hands are on him but it's not how he wants and he's still such a creature of instinct in this moment that all thought of logistics and mess and whatever else needs to be tended to is only a dull sensation compared to the lack of warm skin against his. His hands free, he moves his arms stiffly, groping clumsily to find Chris' much more clever fingers and guide them around himself.

"This... This first. Please." A whisper this time, almost shy and so unlike Hawke on the surface but the very essence of him in other ways. He lives for this, he knows it himself, though he's only really shown it two a fair few others and none else still in Duplicity. He hides his face against Chris' cheek as he pulls the younger man close, hoping the heat of it doesn't give away the shyness that's crept to wrap itself up in the satisfaction of what came before.

"Thank you."