I'll pencil you in, then. And if you behave - you can expect a nice big package to go along with it.
[of the monetary and the physical kind. he knows there's a wishlist with his mystery man's presumed name on it, and a po box any of his overzealous fans won't be able to track. hawk's never endeavored to buy anything off it just yet, but they're coming up on nearly six months of this game - seems as good a time as any to celebrate. call it holiday cheer, or at least the hope for a very white christmas.
speaking of: his gaze is all but hooked to skippy's palm, nimble fingers truly dragging this out just like he asked. fuck, what he'd give to replace it with his own - to swipe mercilessly across the tip and under the sensitive frenulum until he was wet like a girl, leaking and needy. his boy wants him everywhere it seems, cock, balls, nipples - all the things hawk would usually bypass for a quick fuck and rutting into some tight ass and barely getting them both off. looking at someone perfect like this almost makes him want to reconsider sometime.
there's a soft vibration from the speaker, more than just the music flowing on the other end and hawk turns it up, more grateful than ever not to live in a condo anymore and instead a respectable walkup. the last little bit of that soft sigh makes hawk lean forward again, wishing he had a hand free to pull at a cigarette and talk back, all low gravel and domineering encouragement. but that'd be too invasive, wouldn't it?]
There's a good boy. Keep at it - let me hear you.
[still an overstep? he'll find out. but then comes another surprise - the line of the camera moves, or more accurately skippy moves in it. he's never seen anything above the taut muscle of firm shoulders and a delectable looking neck. today he gets the reward of a plush lower lip, the strong curve of a jaw and the little tease of tongue as he pulls his fingers inside before drawing them back down around his neck.]
Mm, maybe I like you greedy. And maybe I might have to fuck the cheek out of you, put you back in your place. That's one way to get my hand around your throat - holding you down, making you beg for what I'd give you while my other one worked you up. Think you could cum just by me playing with your nipples till they were sore? Because I do.
[there's a pause, hawk unsure if he's crossing some invisible line. he's never second guessed himself here and frankly he doesn't want to start now. so eventually he types back:]
But that's not what I want to see tonight. Put your fingers back in your mouth and suck for me. You're gonna need it.
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I'll pencil you in, then. And if you behave - you can expect a nice big package to go along with it.
[of the monetary and the physical kind. he knows there's a wishlist with his mystery man's presumed name on it, and a po box any of his overzealous fans won't be able to track. hawk's never endeavored to buy anything off it just yet, but they're coming up on nearly six months of this game - seems as good a time as any to celebrate. call it holiday cheer, or at least the hope for a very white christmas.
speaking of: his gaze is all but hooked to skippy's palm, nimble fingers truly dragging this out just like he asked. fuck, what he'd give to replace it with his own - to swipe mercilessly across the tip and under the sensitive frenulum until he was wet like a girl, leaking and needy. his boy wants him everywhere it seems, cock, balls, nipples - all the things hawk would usually bypass for a quick fuck and rutting into some tight ass and barely getting them both off. looking at someone perfect like this almost makes him want to reconsider sometime.
there's a soft vibration from the speaker, more than just the music flowing on the other end and hawk turns it up, more grateful than ever not to live in a condo anymore and instead a respectable walkup. the last little bit of that soft sigh makes hawk lean forward again, wishing he had a hand free to pull at a cigarette and talk back, all low gravel and domineering encouragement. but that'd be too invasive, wouldn't it?]
There's a good boy. Keep at it - let me hear you.
[still an overstep? he'll find out. but then comes another surprise - the line of the camera moves, or more accurately skippy moves in it. he's never seen anything above the taut muscle of firm shoulders and a delectable looking neck. today he gets the reward of a plush lower lip, the strong curve of a jaw and the little tease of tongue as he pulls his fingers inside before drawing them back down around his neck.]
Mm, maybe I like you greedy. And maybe I might have to fuck the cheek out of you, put you back in your place.
That's one way to get my hand around your throat - holding you down, making you beg for what I'd give you while my other one worked you up.
Think you could cum just by me playing with your nipples till they were sore? Because I do.
[there's a pause, hawk unsure if he's crossing some invisible line. he's never second guessed himself here and frankly he doesn't want to start now. so eventually he types back:]
But that's not what I want to see tonight. Put your fingers back in your mouth and suck for me. You're gonna need it.