When Héctor tries to basically climb him Garrett immediately assists, picking her up easily so she can wrap her legs around his waist. He takes a moment to kiss her, pouring his hunger and genuine desire for her into it, before he finally pulls away (feeling even more turned on that before).
"Right." Okay. Words. Words and thoughts and doing things other than getting his dick out. That's fine.
Hawke isn't 100% sure of how he gets to Héctor's room or whether any time passes at all before finding themselves there. The distraction probably has something to do with the way Garrett insisted on snaking his hand up Héctor's thigh the whole way there, holding Héctor flush against his body and nipping at her lip, sucking, gently dragging sharp fangs over it to try and make her shiver.
Now that they're alone, Garrett doesn't waste any time. Once they're in the bedroom Héctor indicates he immediately throws her down on the bed, yanks his shirt off, and descends on her like a wild thing- all growling and bared fangs, strong clawed hands ripping Héctor's shirt down the middle to expose her. There aren't even words, so urgent is his need.
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"Right." Okay. Words. Words and thoughts and doing things other than getting his dick out. That's fine.
Hawke isn't 100% sure of how he gets to Héctor's room or whether any time passes at all before finding themselves there. The distraction probably has something to do with the way Garrett insisted on snaking his hand up Héctor's thigh the whole way there, holding Héctor flush against his body and nipping at her lip, sucking, gently dragging sharp fangs over it to try and make her shiver.
Now that they're alone, Garrett doesn't waste any time. Once they're in the bedroom Héctor indicates he immediately throws her down on the bed, yanks his shirt off, and descends on her like a wild thing- all growling and bared fangs, strong clawed hands ripping Héctor's shirt down the middle to expose her. There aren't even words, so urgent is his need.