[ it's the wine making him bold, making him feel the fire under his skin and embrace it instead of being sheepish and shy about it. there's nothing to stop him now from trying for more with hawk, except that it is indeed hawkins fuller on the other side of the table. the invisible lines are drawn between them, but there's a hunger in the man's eyes that tim knows means those lines might bend a little here and there.
it's different still from the boy on the camera, though. he's less lewd, less showy, less pushy, but there's a heat in his own eyes, heavy-lidded, dark lashes fanning against his cheeks at the compliment. ]
It is delicious.
[ he nearly opens his mouth to speak again, but hawk's thumb swipes at the cream, and there's so little hesitance in the way his mouth opens against the pad of his thumb, the way he doesn't just press a kitten lick like might be expected, but instead the way he sucks his thumb in to the first knuckle even, swirling his tongue around the sweet confection there against his skin before tipping his head back with a soft pop.
tim's eyes stay locked on hawk's the whole time, even as he grins, hums a low little teasing sound, all to lead up to that soft, little kitten lick against his thumbprint. just a tiny little chase for something more.
they're tucked into the back, and hawk's broad shoulders no doubt hide most of this from view anyway, tim shifts his weight a little, hips a little better on display over the arch of his back as he waits. ]
Please, sir. [ his heart pounds, the wine makes his blood simmer, and it's easy to forget the rest of the room. he will let hawkins fuller feed him this sweet cake until he chooses he's tired of it. what will it mean when this ends? when the cake has run out and they have to return to the life they had before this? ]
I want anything you're willing to give me, mister.
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it's different still from the boy on the camera, though. he's less lewd, less showy, less pushy, but there's a heat in his own eyes, heavy-lidded, dark lashes fanning against his cheeks at the compliment. ]
It is delicious.
[ he nearly opens his mouth to speak again, but hawk's thumb swipes at the cream, and there's so little hesitance in the way his mouth opens against the pad of his thumb, the way he doesn't just press a kitten lick like might be expected, but instead the way he sucks his thumb in to the first knuckle even, swirling his tongue around the sweet confection there against his skin before tipping his head back with a soft pop.
tim's eyes stay locked on hawk's the whole time, even as he grins, hums a low little teasing sound, all to lead up to that soft, little kitten lick against his thumbprint. just a tiny little chase for something more.
they're tucked into the back, and hawk's broad shoulders no doubt hide most of this from view anyway, tim shifts his weight a little, hips a little better on display over the arch of his back as he waits. ]
Please, sir. [ his heart pounds, the wine makes his blood simmer, and it's easy to forget the rest of the room. he will let hawkins fuller feed him this sweet cake until he chooses he's tired of it. what will it mean when this ends? when the cake has run out and they have to return to the life they had before this? ]
I want anything you're willing to give me, mister.