[Desperation is always a trait he's disliked seeing in himself-- it's a sign of weakness, and he strives to be anything but that. So then why right now is this desperate pace the hottest thing he's felt in years? Neither of them are what the other wants, and somehow in that, he's lost any pretext of having to pretend to be anything he's not. As affection goes, he's starved and lonely, which translates right now to desperate and horny.
He barely has room to wiggle; not that it stops him from trying. And the sting of familiar wounds only lights a fire under him further as Hank learns where they are and what buttons of Hale's he can push.
But that doesn't mean he's not obedient when the orders come out.]
Yes sir.
[Saying that in a deep, velvety purr while his hands make quick, practiced work of his pants. If it's good enough, why should he regret it? This is more than worth the small price. Pride is barely worth anything in the position he's in now anyway.
It's not easy to get naked when their lower halves are practically glued together-- yet he manages.
Not without trying to get a feel of Hank's goods in the process though.]
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He barely has room to wiggle; not that it stops him from trying. And the sting of familiar wounds only lights a fire under him further as Hank learns where they are and what buttons of Hale's he can push.
But that doesn't mean he's not obedient when the orders come out.]
Yes sir.
[Saying that in a deep, velvety purr while his hands make quick, practiced work of his pants. If it's good enough, why should he regret it? This is more than worth the small price. Pride is barely worth anything in the position he's in now anyway.
It's not easy to get naked when their lower halves are practically glued together-- yet he manages.
Not without trying to get a feel of Hank's goods in the process though.]