[ if tim could close his eyes, he has no doubt he could imagine what hawkins fuller's lips might feel like down his spine, the way his hands would travel his body. he would take anything this man happens to want to offer him, he realizes, even if he's never quite done some of these things in real life. it's easy to play pretend on the screen - but there's a level of reality here that adds to his boyish, studently charm.
no, he doesn't know what it feels like to be pulled open and devoured but suddenly he wants to, which contributes to the little, rumbling whine that leaves his throat. ]
I do need a good grade. Do whatever you want, Professor - but make sure you grade me fairly. Hard.
[ he huffs, airy and wanton already now that he knows for certain that the professor he croons to is the man he sits opposite of on campus almost daily. he can almost picture himself splayed out on hawk's desk, and just how small and weightless he would feel beneath the pressure of a man as domineering and perfect as hawk.
tim pouts a little at the camera - a little wrinkle of his nose and a hint of that defiance hawk can see in him in the classroom. a student doing what he's told, even if it's not what he wants. ]
Yes, sir. I'm sorry my mouth is distracting - I thought you liked it.
[ he pushes up from his front, letting his legs splay easily behind him, displaying how flexible he is, with his thighs spread wide and the burgeoning bulge of his shorts grinding into the mattress. he leans sideways to the little chest, revealing the muscles of his side, his chest, and from it draws out what looks like a large plug - shiny and blue, the length of tim's palm from base to tip. ]
Professor, is this what you were thinking?
[ he sprawls back on his belly again, sitting up and arching enough so that the puffy pink of his nipples can be seen. he reaches with one strong arm off camera - and there's a look in the honey brown of his eyes behind those glasses - a sort of knowing - as the chat sends a link.
whatever tim has in his hands? it can be controlled via the website.
he slides back into place, and with no preamble, gets to work. first, a kittenish lick at the tip of it, then he wastes no time sinking his mouth around it, hollowing his cheeks and sucking as he might were he between hawk's thighs just now. god, what he would do to be doing just that. ]
I hope you like my first assignment, Professor.
[ said on a gasp, just as he comes up from one bob, before his mouth gets busy once again, eyes focused on the camera. ]
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no, he doesn't know what it feels like to be pulled open and devoured but suddenly he wants to, which contributes to the little, rumbling whine that leaves his throat. ]
I do need a good grade. Do whatever you want, Professor - but make sure you grade me fairly. Hard.
[ he huffs, airy and wanton already now that he knows for certain that the professor he croons to is the man he sits opposite of on campus almost daily. he can almost picture himself splayed out on hawk's desk, and just how small and weightless he would feel beneath the pressure of a man as domineering and perfect as hawk.
tim pouts a little at the camera - a little wrinkle of his nose and a hint of that defiance hawk can see in him in the classroom. a student doing what he's told, even if it's not what he wants. ]
Yes, sir. I'm sorry my mouth is distracting - I thought you liked it.
[ he pushes up from his front, letting his legs splay easily behind him, displaying how flexible he is, with his thighs spread wide and the burgeoning bulge of his shorts grinding into the mattress. he leans sideways to the little chest, revealing the muscles of his side, his chest, and from it draws out what looks like a large plug - shiny and blue, the length of tim's palm from base to tip. ]
Professor, is this what you were thinking?
[ he sprawls back on his belly again, sitting up and arching enough so that the puffy pink of his nipples can be seen. he reaches with one strong arm off camera - and there's a look in the honey brown of his eyes behind those glasses - a sort of knowing - as the chat sends a link.
whatever tim has in his hands? it can be controlled via the website.
he slides back into place, and with no preamble, gets to work. first, a kittenish lick at the tip of it, then he wastes no time sinking his mouth around it, hollowing his cheeks and sucking as he might were he between hawk's thighs just now. god, what he would do to be doing just that. ]
I hope you like my first assignment, Professor.
[ said on a gasp, just as he comes up from one bob, before his mouth gets busy once again, eyes focused on the camera. ]