[ Hank's no stranger to scars. With 30 years in the police force, he's been shot and wounded enough times to look more like a canvas at this point. He doesn't say anything about the rough spots on Hale's skin, though he certainly presses against them just to see if he can make Hale wince. He isn't going for gentle or kind here. He's going for good and perhaps fast and you'd best believe that all those years of experience have given Hank a fairly strong sense of how to get a man going.
He shifts and pulls Hale up against him, strong hands holding the younger man in place while he grinds his hips up and his hands begin to roam against his belt. ]
Take 'em off.
[ Hank orders, his voice a deep, low register that's more a growl than words. Hank can't pretend this isn't doing it for him -- kissing some hot, younger man who he definitely shouldn't -- holding him close, with no room to escape. Yeah, it's not Connor, but it's more than Hank's had in years and the alcohol makes the string of regret seem far, far away. Feeling Hale kiss back, watching him get more and more into this... yeah, that's a pretty good consolation prize, as far as things go. ]
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He shifts and pulls Hale up against him, strong hands holding the younger man in place while he grinds his hips up and his hands begin to roam against his belt. ]
Take 'em off.
[ Hank orders, his voice a deep, low register that's more a growl than words. Hank can't pretend this isn't doing it for him -- kissing some hot, younger man who he definitely shouldn't -- holding him close, with no room to escape. Yeah, it's not Connor, but it's more than Hank's had in years and the alcohol makes the string of regret seem far, far away. Feeling Hale kiss back, watching him get more and more into this... yeah, that's a pretty good consolation prize, as far as things go. ]