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[Compared to the other two, Oswald is much more difficult to get time with. He only appears on school grounds on Tuesdays and Sundays.

Nonetheless if you're determined... he can be found. Most of that time is spent hovering around the Faculty Office. It's almost like the Entrance Exam made him anxious of just walking around freely or something...]

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[ 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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[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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Atta boy.

[ Hank enjoys making it hard for him, loves feeling Hale squirm while he struggles to do as he's told. He can feel Hank up all he wants, Hank certainly won't complain. He keeps holding Hale down against him, kissing him and crowding him even as his breaths start coming louder and his cock stirs , growing flush at the friction. ]

You gonna finish stripping me?

[ That's not a question. That's a command. ]