[ the heat of hawk at his back, the weight of him there makes his skin alight with fire. makes his whole body come to life in a new way that leaves him stricken and wanting in a way he's never felt before. the cameras can't do anything on this - the internet sessions and the voice calls - nothing can hold a candle to it. hawk's lips ghost his skin and he sighs, his hips shifting just so.
he squeezes himself beneath his jeans, lets out a little, quiet moan when he feels hawk's hand palm over his, squeeze in tandem. what would it be to feel his hand directly? to have hawk devour him here just as he's told he would do night after night after night. but just like their sessions he does as he's told - ever the obedient boy, but even more so for this man that has completely captured him. he slowly moves his fingers, draws out the aching line of his prick past the underwear, the zipper, the denim. the cool air makes him hiss softly. ]
Like this, sir?
[ but god another order, another clarification, and the sweet drag of hawk's nose along his jaw, his cheek - he wants to be kissed so bad. remembers how it feels to have his arms around him, to taste hawk on his tongue, to sit across his lap and want. ]
Yes. Yes, I understand. Yes, please. I -
[ he bites his lip hard, trying to contain himself, trying to be the picture perfect boy. he doesn't want to be cast away now. not for the paper. not for saying the wrong thing again, not for his body, any of it. ]
no subject
[ the heat of hawk at his back, the weight of him there makes his skin alight with fire. makes his whole body come to life in a new way that leaves him stricken and wanting in a way he's never felt before. the cameras can't do anything on this - the internet sessions and the voice calls - nothing can hold a candle to it. hawk's lips ghost his skin and he sighs, his hips shifting just so.
he squeezes himself beneath his jeans, lets out a little, quiet moan when he feels hawk's hand palm over his, squeeze in tandem. what would it be to feel his hand directly? to have hawk devour him here just as he's told he would do night after night after night. but just like their sessions he does as he's told - ever the obedient boy, but even more so for this man that has completely captured him. he slowly moves his fingers, draws out the aching line of his prick past the underwear, the zipper, the denim. the cool air makes him hiss softly. ]
Like this, sir?
[ but god another order, another clarification, and the sweet drag of hawk's nose along his jaw, his cheek - he wants to be kissed so bad. remembers how it feels to have his arms around him, to taste hawk on his tongue, to sit across his lap and want. ]
Yes. Yes, I understand. Yes, please. I -
[ he bites his lip hard, trying to contain himself, trying to be the picture perfect boy. he doesn't want to be cast away now. not for the paper. not for saying the wrong thing again, not for his body, any of it. ]
Yes, Hawk.