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Garrett Hawke ([personal profile] championmage) wrote in [community profile] getggwithit2020-06-09 11:32 am

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(Continuation of some other stuff.)


He leans his head forward, gratefully accepting the fingers rubbing against his scalp like a cat who's succumbed to having his head stroked (after pretending he didn't want it.) It's almost enough to make him purr, particularly as Cullen eases up behind him and wraps an arm around him.

"Your approval was all the convincing I needed." He turns his head, enough to nudge the edge of his beard against Cullen's cheek, sinking further into his arms. Maker, it hasn't really been months since they were this close, but it sure as shit suddenly feels like it. There's a mild quiver under his skin, a familiar thrum of anticipation that is all too ready to slink back wherever it came from, used to being denied of late.

Garrett bites his lip and closes his eyes. He exhales, and those fingers grasp Cullen's thigh, pulling him closer.

"Isn't it hot outside?" An understatement, as they're in a bloody desert. "You should take a break right here, where it's cool." He rocks his hips back in a very unsubtle grind.
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[personal profile] lovingvambrace 2020-06-09 06:24 pm (UTC)(link)
He feels his breath go thready at just the touch of his beard. They've kissed and nuzzled a bit since the fight, neither of them stoic enough to leave off touching altogether. But it has always been careful, with an eye toward keeping desire banked down low, a spark beneath ash while Hawke was healing.

Still is healing, he reminds himself, but not as fragile now. They won't tear open stitching or wounds if they don't get vigorous. He swallows audibly when he's drawn closer, following the pull. His arm shifts, hand grasping his opposite shoulder in a firm squeeze as he holds him back against himself.

"Will it be cool for long?" he asks, humor in his voice, an edge of something else as well. His lips brush his cheek above the thick line of beard. He has wanted this, needed it, for long enough that just the implication they might be able to give answer has flame licking up inside him, turning muscle to liquid heat beneath his skin.