You'll just have to wait and see what I decide to wear then. I'd slip in under your tree if I could.
[ but the innuendo of a big package isn't lost on tim - he gets plenty of gifts from his wish list from the viewers that frequent his lives. most are gaudy little outfits, toys, accessories, but he has a few gift cards on there, too. the options of subscriptions and premier tiers, too, go a long way to insuring he has some meager regular income.
but a part of him wonders what this viewer in particular would do if a door between them could be opened.
tim sighs again, the sound a lilting little thing that ends with a low little giggle, something almost genuine when he reads the man's messages. ]
Maybe I want you to fuck me back into place. I can still beg, too. I'm very good at that.
[ the pause has his hands idling at his throat, wet fingers sliding back to one of his peaked nipples to toy with it at the very suggestion that the man would make him cum just by playing with them alone. (he could - he absolutely could - he's sensitive there).
but his fingers pause at the little command. a warm flush works its way up his chest to his neck, and he's sure if anyone could see the rise of his cheekbones they'd be tinged a pretty pink. but he'll do what he's told - he always does what this man tells him to do.
shifting again so that he's even closer to the camera, he carefully tips his head, revealing again the jawline, the pink pout of his lips. this close, hawk can absolutely hear the stutter of his breathing, even the hard swallow as his adam's apple bobs. ]
Yes, sir.
[ and he brings his fingers back to his lips, where the other man will have full view. it's dangerous - but he's not recognizable this way still, but it's new territory, and the revelation alone makes electricity sing up his spine. he presses his fingers into his mouth and sucks loudly, lapping at each bend of a knuckle so that the other man may see the way his tongue works round each digit.
his lips glisten in the dim light, and he moans, sucking and swirling his tongue around his fingers as though there's something completely different in his mouth altogether. ]
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I'd slip in under your tree if I could.
[ but the innuendo of a big package isn't lost on tim - he gets plenty of gifts from his wish list from the viewers that frequent his lives. most are gaudy little outfits, toys, accessories, but he has a few gift cards on there, too. the options of subscriptions and premier tiers, too, go a long way to insuring he has some meager regular income.
but a part of him wonders what this viewer in particular would do if a door between them could be opened.
tim sighs again, the sound a lilting little thing that ends with a low little giggle, something almost genuine when he reads the man's messages. ]
Maybe I want you to fuck me back into place.
I can still beg, too. I'm very good at that.
[ the pause has his hands idling at his throat, wet fingers sliding back to one of his peaked nipples to toy with it at the very suggestion that the man would make him cum just by playing with them alone. (he could - he absolutely could - he's sensitive there).
but his fingers pause at the little command. a warm flush works its way up his chest to his neck, and he's sure if anyone could see the rise of his cheekbones they'd be tinged a pretty pink. but he'll do what he's told - he always does what this man tells him to do.
shifting again so that he's even closer to the camera, he carefully tips his head, revealing again the jawline, the pink pout of his lips. this close, hawk can absolutely hear the stutter of his breathing, even the hard swallow as his adam's apple bobs. ]
Yes, sir.
[ and he brings his fingers back to his lips, where the other man will have full view. it's dangerous - but he's not recognizable this way still, but it's new territory, and the revelation alone makes electricity sing up his spine. he presses his fingers into his mouth and sucks loudly, lapping at each bend of a knuckle so that the other man may see the way his tongue works round each digit.
his lips glisten in the dim light, and he moans, sucking and swirling his tongue around his fingers as though there's something completely different in his mouth altogether. ]
Is this good?