"Aw, come on ya know I like it when you're vocal for me." It didn't matter where they were at all to him, as something of a feral cat, he was home wherever he wished to be. Something that a lot, if not most, seemed to envy. He wasn't even remotely winded, not yet, maybe if Hawks lasted a decent bit of time he would be. But for now, he was full of energy, pent up energy even.
As he always was after a 'hunt'.
Don't play too rough, huh? And kitty cat? Really? Well, Hawks would get a pass, this time, but if he ever said that when he wasn't already inside him? Well things might turn out a bit differently. "Ain't a fuckin' kitty." To make a point, he'd thrust even harder into the smaller man below him, hand pressing just a little harder between the bird's shoulder blades for a moment.
He could do semi-rough if that was what Hawks was after, though he tended to like the rougher sex. More primal, somewhat more fulfilling in some cases, but since his chosen bed partner was asking him not to be too rough? Then he'd do what he could. The hand between the bird's shoulder blades would move, instead moving to the blond man's hip to mirror the other one, and then the feline was trying to pull him up, he was trying to get Hawks' back against his chest to some extent.
Should the move have been successful, he'd nip an earlobe fangs catching the soft flesh and pressing in for a moment or two. "I wanna hear ya moanin' for me. I do so like it when you're a good boy. Don't ya like bein' good for me, pretty bird?"