Hawke simply needed a moment to admire the sight before him. His darling pirate spread out before him and all his for the taking. A little shiver went through him at the heady sensation.
"Maker, you are a vision," he murmured before he complied with his lover's request and kissed him. He doubted he would ever tire of kissing him. Such lovely lips and responsive mouth, Hawke felt a bit drunk on his kisses.
More than kisses though he fully claimed his lover, easy but firm. His darling pirate. His.