That's real sweet. But don't you worry - the holidays are coming up and I'll have plenty of free time to spoil my boy for a few weeks.
[which reveals a lot more than maybe hawk means to, what with the absence of family and more time than usual for a holiday break, which isn't something that comes with the typical 9 to 5 corporate job. he doubts a camboy is diving into the particulars and thinking much about who he is outside the other side of the screen, but still. can never be too careful.
and yeah, maybe it'd be nice to come to home to someone willing to give him all of that. but that's about where it ends, because most people don't like to play pretend and stay hidden like a dirty little secret when the person they're fucking isn't fully out. won't commit beyond a couple late night romps and trips out of town if he can even fit that in. love certainly isn't on the table. hell, it's not even in the same building.
but it's hard to care when skippy is giving him everything he wants to see anyway without the strings. the arch of his beautifully muscled back, the peek of red covering that tight pink hole he'll have split open by the time his thirty minutes are up. of course it's not a two way camera, but hawk leans forward anyway, licking his lips absently and slowly teasing along the sudden swell of his dick a with a little more firmness.]
I'll pay double if it runs over.
[actually he'd pay more than that, but he's not about to shortchange anyone - and while the cynic in him wants to believe it could just be a marketing ploy to invest a couple more dollars into the charade, skippy seems a little too sincere from their past interactions. again - sweet.
hawk's eyes drag over that little shift of hips, the pinch of one of his puffy nipples and his own fingers twitch with the urge to want to be there and do it to him too.]
Christ, just look at you. Now - normally I'd make you earn it, but I'm feeling generous on account of missing you. Show me where you want my hand. I'd drag my thumb across that pretty head a few times to see just how eager you are to start.
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[which reveals a lot more than maybe hawk means to, what with the absence of family and more time than usual for a holiday break, which isn't something that comes with the typical 9 to 5 corporate job. he doubts a camboy is diving into the particulars and thinking much about who he is outside the other side of the screen, but still. can never be too careful.
and yeah, maybe it'd be nice to come to home to someone willing to give him all of that. but that's about where it ends, because most people don't like to play pretend and stay hidden like a dirty little secret when the person they're fucking isn't fully out. won't commit beyond a couple late night romps and trips out of town if he can even fit that in. love certainly isn't on the table. hell, it's not even in the same building.
but it's hard to care when skippy is giving him everything he wants to see anyway without the strings. the arch of his beautifully muscled back, the peek of red covering that tight pink hole he'll have split open by the time his thirty minutes are up. of course it's not a two way camera, but hawk leans forward anyway, licking his lips absently and slowly teasing along the sudden swell of his dick a with a little more firmness.]
I'll pay double if it runs over.
[actually he'd pay more than that, but he's not about to shortchange anyone - and while the cynic in him wants to believe it could just be a marketing ploy to invest a couple more dollars into the charade, skippy seems a little too sincere from their past interactions. again - sweet.
hawk's eyes drag over that little shift of hips, the pinch of one of his puffy nipples and his own fingers twitch with the urge to want to be there and do it to him too.]
Christ, just look at you.
Now - normally I'd make you earn it, but I'm feeling generous on account of missing you.
Show me where you want my hand. I'd drag my thumb across that pretty head a few times to see just how eager you are to start.