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He was well on his way to the knee buckling stage. Widening his stance to remain stable, he grunted in triumph when he remembered how pants worked. Stupid things. He was so close to just tearing the fabric or even cutting them off him. But now that he could open then and move his hand inside, reaching the prize of a hard cock had him groaning low. His hand gently stroked and his wrist twisted, working on its own before starting to mirror the motions Kim performed on him. The thumb running smoothly over the slit, the push and pull of the foreskin. Hawke's other hand curled around Kim's waist and then dropped lower, curving around the muscle of his ass, gauging Kim's response to that as his tongue sought out the inside of Kim's mouth.