hey hope everything's been well xx
could u maybe do a sub!hawks like tired from the day, blindfolded and either pinned or tied up... maychance??
A/N: studies should be done about what makes sub hawks so addicting to write i swear its laced. also! prose not bullet points today this prompt had me feeling inspired
Work had been hell that day, and he just couldn't do it anymore. Coming straight back to your place, not even bothering with his, he collapsed onto the couch. You came home about an hour later and found him, knowing what he needed immediately.
"Hey baby" you say softly. He was curled up as small as he could go, barely looking at you. You coaxed him back to the bedroom and without asking first you carefully tied his wrists together. He let you, just watching. You kiss him, telling him that its alright now and to just relax. He tries to listen.
You begin tying him to the bed, using the silk ties he likes, not wanting to indulge the masochism today. You avoided his wings and left his shirt and boxers on, careful not push him too far. The goal was to get him to relax, not trigger another panic attack. For a final touch you added a blindfold.
He laid there a little stiffly, as you expected. You straddled him, cradling his face and kissing him softly. Eventually he relaxed, letting you tilt his head to kiss down his neck. He moaned as you marked him up a little, biting just enough to stay.
You moved down the bed, settling between his legs. He jerked a little when you touched his waist, sliding your hand under his shirt to feel his warm skin. Normally he'd be talking nonstop, either taunting if he was feeling bratty or begging if he was trying to be good. Today though, he stayed quiet, letting you do whatever you wanted.
You kissed his cheek, right where the blindfold met skin. "Good boy" you whispered, pushing his shirt up further to feel him up. "There you go" He relaxed completely now, painfully hard. You teased up and down his stomach, noticing a wet spot on his boxers already. He got a little impatient, and wordlessly you pulled his boxers down a little. He hissed when the fresh air hit his dick.
You sat back, just watching him all tied up like a pretty little present. Just for you. The longer he couldn't see you or feel your touch the more restless he got, pulling against the silk a little as he waited for you to do something, anything at all.
You took pity on him. "Say please"
A long pause, but only because he was mostly nonverbal at this point and almost couldn't remember how.
You rewarded him instantly, kissing his inner thigh before licking along his dick. You took him in your mouth quicky, fisting whatever you couldn't take. You bobbed your head, tongue teasing at his slit and he whined at the sudden sensation. Being so restricted, the feeling of your mouth was even more overwhelming then usual. His hips met each of your movements despite his best efforts to stay still.
After a few more minutes, he was very close and when you twisted your hand sharply he came. He felt you swallow every bit, then you stood to take the blindfold off to see his pretty eyes. You told him how pretty he looked while undoing the ties, massaging the red lines.