He can't help the way his lips twitch a little bit when the hawk leans in like that and just... breathes all soft and wicked and like silk against his lips. God, he loves it when he gets like that... it's just so--
The thought gets completely cut off and almost violently derailed as he finds himself suddenly tickled though. And the shriek of laughter is utterly helpless on his part. It doesn't take him long to well... turn tail and run, though. Or at least attempt to, anyway! Trying to scramble back across the bed and he's still laughing. Especially when he can't seem to escape from those hands and he finds himself tossed to the bed and pounced.
"N-No!! Quitit!!" he laughs, finding himself pinned down and he immediately goes into a kicking flail, heels shifting and thumping against the bed a little bit as he writhes and squirms. "S-Stop!! Not... n-not fair!" He tries to pull the hands away from his sides, but he's laughing to hard to do anything affective.