[jesus - fuck. it's a wonder hawk doesn't just blow his entire goddamn load on the spot. tim is so good at this, and suddenly he wants to fucking strangle every asshole who's seen him like this with his bare hands. because he had to learn this from someone, didn't he? hawk can't fathom a world where tim is this good and well practiced from anything other than experience. he'd said he doesn't have many friends here on campus, and it's true for some reason he also can't fathom, no one ever seems to look his way other than to grumble or roll their eyes when he gets too enthusiastic at class. i mean, christ - are they all blind to the fucking adonis that's right in front of them? but then he's grateful, because it means he doesn't have to bite his tongue and feel guilty for lusting after his own student who should absolutely be sewing his wild oats or whatever the fuck fathers are supposed to tell their sons before they go off to college, and he'd feel guilty for keeping tim from something that would unquestionably be the better and more normal experience for him to have.
all this talk, knowing tim knows it's him on the other side - it makes all of this that much more heated, knowing he's probably going to have a semi the next time tim calls him professor to his face or mentions getting a good grade and handing in an assignment. all he's gonna think of are the little noises tim's making, the stretch of taut muscle and slightly tanned skin. the peek of freckles in secret places and the way his eyes never leave the camera, burning with a determination that makes hawk feel himself already leaking in his boxers and throbbing with an ache that his palm barely even satisfies.]
That's exactly what I was thinking. Now, you know I like when your mouth gets to talking a mile a minute - but sometimes a good boy's gotta learn when to keep it busy.
Just like that honey. Fuck. Looks nice and wide. And you - well, we'd be here all night if I told you what I thought about how goddamn irresistible you look.
[hawk watches him - well, like a hawk, aptly so - blue eyes scanning every inch of the screen as he watches tim's cheeks hollow around the length and take all of it with ease. a part of him wonders if he'd take cock just as easily, and when the hell he managed to get rid of his gag reflex which circles back into that hot thrum of jealousy that he feels childish even as much as it makes his blood rush with possession that one day might actually have the opportunity to be acted on.]
Yeah - see how nice you take that. Good boy.
[when the link comes through though, that's when hawk utterly freezes. if he were on camera, tim could absolutely see the moment it registers on his face, jaw and lips slackening with realization. eyes widening and pupils dilated like fucking saucers, mouth wet and tongue dragging across his lips in a hungry lick. he's gonna be the one calling the shots. but that also means - ]
The wonders of technology never cease, huh? Mighty fine present you got for me here. But you know...my hands are gonna be a bit busy. One taking care of my boy, and one for - well, you're smart enough to figure it out.
[what he's offering, it's risky. as if this isn't already partway down the rabbit hole anyway. the dots on tim's side of the chat take a little longer than usual, and it isn't because hawk is nervous. god no - he's good at this part. it's just, this is unchartered territory for them both. admitting to something they've pretended to overlook for some time, taking another step into crossing the boundary that they are playing fast and loose with. but fuck if he doesn't want it. jesus, he wants it more than he thinks he's ever wanted anything in the last decade, let alone his whole goddamn life.]
I was thinking maybe you'd want me to tell you exactly what to do. To hear me praise you and get that good feedback to finish your assignment, yeah?
But it's only if you want it, sweetheart. And if not, that's alright too.
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all this talk, knowing tim knows it's him on the other side - it makes all of this that much more heated, knowing he's probably going to have a semi the next time tim calls him professor to his face or mentions getting a good grade and handing in an assignment. all he's gonna think of are the little noises tim's making, the stretch of taut muscle and slightly tanned skin. the peek of freckles in secret places and the way his eyes never leave the camera, burning with a determination that makes hawk feel himself already leaking in his boxers and throbbing with an ache that his palm barely even satisfies.]
That's exactly what I was thinking. Now, you know I like when your mouth gets to talking a mile a minute - but sometimes a good boy's gotta learn when to keep it busy.
Just like that honey. Fuck. Looks nice and wide. And you - well, we'd be here all night if I told you what I thought about how goddamn irresistible you look.
[hawk watches him - well, like a hawk, aptly so - blue eyes scanning every inch of the screen as he watches tim's cheeks hollow around the length and take all of it with ease. a part of him wonders if he'd take cock just as easily, and when the hell he managed to get rid of his gag reflex which circles back into that hot thrum of jealousy that he feels childish even as much as it makes his blood rush with possession that one day might actually have the opportunity to be acted on.]
Yeah - see how nice you take that. Good boy.
[when the link comes through though, that's when hawk utterly freezes. if he were on camera, tim could absolutely see the moment it registers on his face, jaw and lips slackening with realization. eyes widening and pupils dilated like fucking saucers, mouth wet and tongue dragging across his lips in a hungry lick. he's gonna be the one calling the shots. but that also means - ]
The wonders of technology never cease, huh? Mighty fine present you got for me here. But you know...my hands are gonna be a bit busy. One taking care of my boy, and one for - well, you're smart enough to figure it out.
[what he's offering, it's risky. as if this isn't already partway down the rabbit hole anyway. the dots on tim's side of the chat take a little longer than usual, and it isn't because hawk is nervous. god no - he's good at this part. it's just, this is unchartered territory for them both. admitting to something they've pretended to overlook for some time, taking another step into crossing the boundary that they are playing fast and loose with. but fuck if he doesn't want it. jesus, he wants it more than he thinks he's ever wanted anything in the last decade, let alone his whole goddamn life.]
I was thinking maybe you'd want me to tell you exactly what to do. To hear me praise you and get that good feedback to finish your assignment, yeah?
But it's only if you want it, sweetheart. And if not, that's alright too.
Jesus, I could watch you like this all day.