"Yes?" He's amused and a bit breathy, cupping with his hands and then shifting to lift the band so Chris has a view of his own chest and the spark that jumps from Hawke's fingers - briefly outlined in illumination - to nipple to nipple.
"It's so interesting when you can see exactly what's happening," he muses aloud, tracing a crackling finger from Chris' throat down the center of his chest, leaving the vague sent of ozone and a hum behind. He traces lower, stomach, abdomen. The spark jumps to the button on Chris' pants, then raises, floating, still outlining Hawke's finger. "What say we remove more unnecessary barriers, shall we?"
The spark weaves around in the air in a lazy pattern and Chris' fly undoes itself.
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It's fascinating and entrancing to watch the magic even if his own chest is usually a source of discomfort for him. In this, it hardly matters beyond the feeling. Between Hawke's hands and disembodied voice mixed with Chris' own inability to move, he can feel his mind reaching for a small haze of feeling. A haze he happily rests in as the touch makes muscles and skin jump with little gasps as his fingers trail down Chris' body.
Then his pants are coming undone and he wants to rip them off himself, but the slight press of his wrists to his magical restraints keep him in line, leaving him only to lift his hips to try and help the process.
"Take all of it off...wish I'd done so before I let you push me over, cause I want your hands on me. Fair warning, though...you use that little trick any lower and I don't think I'll be keeping it together." Warning or temptation to do it anyway, he wasn't sure, but he wasn't against being made to come more than once.
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"That's fine. I'm sure you can come more than once." He even sounds like he's grinning.
In a flurry of movement, Hawke removes every stitch of clothing from Chris, the band coming off first and being sling-shot across the room and then the smalls and pants in one go, left in an inelegant pile on the floor. Once thoroughly naked, Hawke takes his hands and runs his short nails gently down Chris' legs, caressing inner thighs and occasionally brushing his fingers against the gentle folds between his legs with the humming threat of a shock but none yet forthcoming.
It doesn't take him long to set up, really, and he blames his familiarity with the suspension system on Lux. He'd learned a lot from his demon lover, lessons he was happy to pass on now with his best friend in a bit of a need himself.
Too much in his head or maybe just not enough time to relax, if Chris had to guess.
Wouldn't be a problem to take care of, under his attention.
Suspension set up, various ropes of length laying about and something soft for his eyes, Chris answered the door to the borrowed space with a small smile that was too warm to be a smirk. "There you are...right on time. Got everything ready for us."
He moves aside so the looming figure of Amnos can step into the room and goes to collegt the last bits of things he might need: mostly water and a small plate of meat cubes he'd magicked up. "You eat?"
He shudders a bit for the warning turned promise, but the distraction of helping where he can to remove his clothing is helpful to not get too far in his own head.
At least until Hawke's fingers travel about, brushing between his legs with more threat than promise, then it's all he can think about, all he's aware of. He wants those fingers on him as much as he wants Hawke in him and he arches his hips up, hungrily seeking more of that touch. "Don't play with me now, you've done plenty 'a that...please, Hawke."
"Punctuality is a dwarven virtue," Amnos does smirk, unlike his friend, but there's an undercurrent of unfamiliarity, if not uncertainty, to it. It's faint, mostly because they'd talked about it before and he largely knows what to expect. He's just unsure of the way he might react, the way he might feel. Physically, he knows he'll enjoy it, but emotionally the very act is one that Chastity had introduced him to and therefore is intrinsically tied to her, pun very much intended.
But maybe that's a good thing. He'd expressed as much to Chris when the subject had first been broached and so Chris knows everything. The only way he could be more secure with this - another pun, hah - is if it was Chastity herself.
And Korth knows he needs it.
"I did, a few hours ago though." His eyes trace what Chris has prepared, mentally following the knots and lengths and feeling a stirring in him already for the knowing of how the ropes will slide and pull. "You really went out of your way... Are you sure this will hold me?"
"Did you know," Hawke speaks normally, as if he hadn't heard Chris, or just doesn't care that he's beginning to beg, "that this is something I was taught? I wish I could take credit, but I've been where you are before. Well, sort of. I could see Anders when he leaned down and..."
He trails off, the weight and buzz of his hands on Chris' inner thighs the only sign that he's still there until the humming wet heat of his mouth closes gingerly against Chris' clit. He flicks once with his tongue, sending the barest hint of a spark jolting from the muscle to the sensitive nub, all easily visible with his lack of appearance.
The anticipation mixes with the feeling itself and it's far too much as he nearly screams and arches off the couch into the wonderful feeling of Hawke's mouth and that clever turn of magic buzzing on and through him. Why he hadn't thought of this before, Bane only knew, but he'd be fixing that little mistake after this. And after he regained thought.
Muscles twitched and shuddered and contracted in his abdomen and thighs and his cries turned gasping as his thighs quaked for his harsh climax. "Hawke..." A little whimper of a thing, overstimulated and thin and wonderfully spent.
Chris brings the plate back over and offers it. Enough to make hunger not a concern in however long this would take, but not enough to over fill and risk being ill for how his body might contort.
He glances over to the set up and nods. "I'm certain. Looks dainty, maybe, but I assure you it's not. Even for all your muscle. Not about to half-ass a thing meant for you." Especially when it was for Amnos' needs.
"Go on, then, eat something and strip down, then let me take care of the rest." He pressed a hand to Amnos' arm, then turned to get him some of the water as well. For his part, Chris was dressed in something light in simple, not his usual leather pants or even his jacket, but light breeches and a tunic-styled shirt whose ties were left undone. Something simple and easy to move in as well as easy to ignore no matter how worked up he might get himself.
With a coy grin to Chris, Amnos takes a small handful of the cold cuts and munches them for a moment, turning back to examining the ropes and their fastening in the ceiling. He wipes his hand on his pant leg once the meat is gone, then tugs at one rope experimentally. Seems sound enough. With a satisfied not, he turns and starts to disrobe. He's not trying terribly hard to be sexy, but there's a familiarity to it of camping out and travel. A comfort in knowing Chris won't have any strange reaction to his nudity.
It'd be an odd time to do that now anyway.
He wonders, as he tosses his pants over a chair in the corner, if he should have made disrobing part of it. He usually does for Chastity, performing a saucy little dance or pretending to be one of those wild barbarian tribesfolk of the Ride. He hadn't thought of it for Chris but maybe he should have.
With a glance to his host, Amnos, shimmies out of his underclothes with a little more panache, purposely sliding them over his hips and ass maybe a bit more slowly, for show.
Hawke leaves off at that blissful but begging whimper, licking his lips invisibly and wiping at the corner of his own mouth by feel alone. "I'm not quite done with you yet, unless you're done with me, but I can give you a moment to breathe at least."
He says this even as he runs the backs of his fingers against Chris' inner thigh, a soft gesture of calming but also of warmth. The view is gorgeous after all, Chris laying there as he trembles down from that high. It's difficult not to just keep going, as hard as he can feel himself having grown.
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"It's so interesting when you can see exactly what's happening," he muses aloud, tracing a crackling finger from Chris' throat down the center of his chest, leaving the vague sent of ozone and a hum behind. He traces lower, stomach, abdomen. The spark jumps to the button on Chris' pants, then raises, floating, still outlining Hawke's finger. "What say we remove more unnecessary barriers, shall we?"
The spark weaves around in the air in a lazy pattern and Chris' fly undoes itself.
--
Then his pants are coming undone and he wants to rip them off himself, but the slight press of his wrists to his magical restraints keep him in line, leaving him only to lift his hips to try and help the process.
"Take all of it off...wish I'd done so before I let you push me over, cause I want your hands on me. Fair warning, though...you use that little trick any lower and I don't think I'll be keeping it together." Warning or temptation to do it anyway, he wasn't sure, but he wasn't against being made to come more than once.
---
In a flurry of movement, Hawke removes every stitch of clothing from Chris, the band coming off first and being sling-shot across the room and then the smalls and pants in one go, left in an inelegant pile on the floor. Once thoroughly naked, Hawke takes his hands and runs his short nails gently down Chris' legs, caressing inner thighs and occasionally brushing his fingers against the gentle folds between his legs with the humming threat of a shock but none yet forthcoming.
To Tie Up One's Best Friend
Too much in his head or maybe just not enough time to relax, if Chris had to guess.
Wouldn't be a problem to take care of, under his attention.
Suspension set up, various ropes of length laying about and something soft for his eyes, Chris answered the door to the borrowed space with a small smile that was too warm to be a smirk. "There you are...right on time. Got everything ready for us."
He moves aside so the looming figure of Amnos can step into the room and goes to collegt the last bits of things he might need: mostly water and a small plate of meat cubes he'd magicked up. "You eat?"
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At least until Hawke's fingers travel about, brushing between his legs with more threat than promise, then it's all he can think about, all he's aware of. He wants those fingers on him as much as he wants Hawke in him and he arches his hips up, hungrily seeking more of that touch. "Don't play with me now, you've done plenty 'a that...please, Hawke."
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But maybe that's a good thing. He'd expressed as much to Chris when the subject had first been broached and so Chris knows everything. The only way he could be more secure with this - another pun, hah - is if it was Chastity herself.
And Korth knows he needs it.
"I did, a few hours ago though." His eyes trace what Chris has prepared, mentally following the knots and lengths and feeling a stirring in him already for the knowing of how the ropes will slide and pull. "You really went out of your way... Are you sure this will hold me?"
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He trails off, the weight and buzz of his hands on Chris' inner thighs the only sign that he's still there until the humming wet heat of his mouth closes gingerly against Chris' clit. He flicks once with his tongue, sending the barest hint of a spark jolting from the muscle to the sensitive nub, all easily visible with his lack of appearance.
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Muscles twitched and shuddered and contracted in his abdomen and thighs and his cries turned gasping as his thighs quaked for his harsh climax. "Hawke..." A little whimper of a thing, overstimulated and thin and wonderfully spent.
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He glances over to the set up and nods. "I'm certain. Looks dainty, maybe, but I assure you it's not. Even for all your muscle. Not about to half-ass a thing meant for you." Especially when it was for Amnos' needs.
"Go on, then, eat something and strip down, then let me take care of the rest." He pressed a hand to Amnos' arm, then turned to get him some of the water as well. For his part, Chris was dressed in something light in simple, not his usual leather pants or even his jacket, but light breeches and a tunic-styled shirt whose ties were left undone. Something simple and easy to move in as well as easy to ignore no matter how worked up he might get himself.
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It'd be an odd time to do that now anyway.
He wonders, as he tosses his pants over a chair in the corner, if he should have made disrobing part of it. He usually does for Chastity, performing a saucy little dance or pretending to be one of those wild barbarian tribesfolk of the Ride. He hadn't thought of it for Chris but maybe he should have.
With a glance to his host, Amnos, shimmies out of his underclothes with a little more panache, purposely sliding them over his hips and ass maybe a bit more slowly, for show.
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He says this even as he runs the backs of his fingers against Chris' inner thigh, a soft gesture of calming but also of warmth. The view is gorgeous after all, Chris laying there as he trembles down from that high. It's difficult not to just keep going, as hard as he can feel himself having grown.