He moved a hand to help get his shirt untucked from his pants. Wren had touched his abdomen several times, yet some how Hawke's hands trailing over the skin haunted with marks from his fight felt different. Perhaps because it was the first time they had explored an encounter like this? He wasn't sure, but the touch made him suck in a breath.

He placed nips across Hawke's collar bone, the hand that had helped with pulling his shirt free moved tracing along Hawke's abs and up over his pecks. His hand moving from the outside of the sarong sliding fabric out of his way so that he could slip a hand inside the folds stroking the length of Hawke's cock.

" Then I won't make you wait any longer."