He starts to quiver the moment thick fingers tangle into his hair. His mouth opens wider, breath in a concussive spill across his cock. "I know." It's utterly breathless. "The discipline it takes to stay focused..." When all he wants is to take him somewhere private, like now.

He wastes no more time on words, and he can't bring himself to tease him physically, not when he's so hungry for this. His mouth closes over his head, warm and wet, tongue probing and pushing back his foreskin as he draws him in with suction. His cheeks hollow. He groans hard enough to vibrate his chest. Both hands settle around the outsides of Hawke's thighs near his hips, gripping but not pulling.

His breath cuts before he gets him in fully, feeling the blunt head nudge the back of his throat. His taste is exquisite, eyes squeezing shut to focus on all of the other sensations he has missed. He draws back only to plunge down again, rhythm aggressive, starved. He's so hard himself that it aches.