For a second, a split second, all Hobbes wants to do is press his face into Mike's thigh and stay there, cheek pressed against his skin and totally at ease. For a moment, only, because then the pad of Mike's fingers are against his lips and it's all Hobbes can do to suck them into his mouth, lips and tongue ghosting over Mike's knuckles. He doesn't say anything, but he's watching Mike's face as he sucks his fingers, feeling dirty, used. Incredible.