I'll have to dig out my best Christmas suit for you, then. I have to spoil you, too. Especially if you finally get a break.
[ it isn't that uncommon for people to take time off during the holidays - businesses that aren't directly connected to retail wind down, he's sure, and so whatever this faceless stranger does for a living must lend itself to a quiet holiday. he doesn't think too much more on it, because after all, it's convenient for tim, too. the winter break does mean he'll be able to be on cam more, which means more money.
it helps he's staying through the winter in his dorm instead of going home, for once.
all that aside, he turns his attention back to the screen, lets his hand wander down his abdomen, to the waistband of his underwear. he considers slipping his hand underneath, but he wasn't lying - he wants to take his time tonight.
and so he rubs down past it with index and middle finger, pressing against the outline of his hard-on, gripping himself over the fabric, and letting his thumb fall to the plush head of his cock. and its with the pad of his thumb he gives a few, slow swipes.
tim sighs, maybe a little too loud (actually on accident, but that hawk can hear him now adds to the electricity of it all). ]
I want your hand here.
[ another swipe at the head, a third. it spreads another pearly bead beneath, making that little damp spot grow just so.
he squeezes his dick once, then grinds his palm against himself, tilting his hand so that he may even cup the weight of his sack and give another squeeze. ]
Here.
[ his hips arch, giving a little squirm as he reacts to the pleasure of his own hand. he traces the line of muscle at his thighs, then back up to the forgotten puffy, pink nipple and gives it a flick. ]
Here.
[ and there's a moment of hesitation, a moment of consideration that, though hawk can't see his expression, may be evident in the way he idly rubs at his areola, then slides up to his throat, and faintly, because he's feeling brave (and he's got something to cover his eyes and the rest of his face should he need it), lets his jaw fall into the image, and the plump swell of his bottom lip as he sucks both fingers in once, tongue peeking between them before his head tips out of view again, and the fingers fall, glistening, to his adam's apple. ]
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I have to spoil you, too. Especially if you finally get a break.
[ it isn't that uncommon for people to take time off during the holidays - businesses that aren't directly connected to retail wind down, he's sure, and so whatever this faceless stranger does for a living must lend itself to a quiet holiday. he doesn't think too much more on it, because after all, it's convenient for tim, too. the winter break does mean he'll be able to be on cam more, which means more money.
it helps he's staying through the winter in his dorm instead of going home, for once.
all that aside, he turns his attention back to the screen, lets his hand wander down his abdomen, to the waistband of his underwear. he considers slipping his hand underneath, but he wasn't lying - he wants to take his time tonight.
and so he rubs down past it with index and middle finger, pressing against the outline of his hard-on, gripping himself over the fabric, and letting his thumb fall to the plush head of his cock. and its with the pad of his thumb he gives a few, slow swipes.
tim sighs, maybe a little too loud (actually on accident, but that hawk can hear him now adds to the electricity of it all). ]
I want your hand here.
[ another swipe at the head, a third. it spreads another pearly bead beneath, making that little damp spot grow just so.
he squeezes his dick once, then grinds his palm against himself, tilting his hand so that he may even cup the weight of his sack and give another squeeze. ]
Here.
[ his hips arch, giving a little squirm as he reacts to the pleasure of his own hand. he traces the line of muscle at his thighs, then back up to the forgotten puffy, pink nipple and gives it a flick. ]
Here.
[ and there's a moment of hesitation, a moment of consideration that, though hawk can't see his expression, may be evident in the way he idly rubs at his areola, then slides up to his throat, and faintly, because he's feeling brave (and he's got something to cover his eyes and the rest of his face should he need it), lets his jaw fall into the image, and the plump swell of his bottom lip as he sucks both fingers in once, tongue peeking between them before his head tips out of view again, and the fingers fall, glistening, to his adam's apple. ]
And here.
Am I being too greedy?