[ there's no denying the way his heart sinks when hawk pulls away finally even after the languorous kiss. of course they can't stand in the street kissing like lovesick fools all night - reality has to come knocking and as hawk pulls away, tim knows that their night is coming to an end. he squeezes the man's hand as they part, blinking up at him a little dazed still. ]
Right. Okay.
[ he tries to take a deep breath, to steady the wild rhythm of his heart as the man tugs him along the half block to the car. it feels hurried in a way that tim can't clock, and he settles into the passenger side feeling as though the world is spinning around him. his lips still burn, his chest warm, and already he misses how safe he'd felt pressed against hawkins fuller in the middle of the lamplight.
he tracks hawk's movement, watches him as he gets in and out of habit reaches for his own seatbelt once hawk's door closes. right. it has to end. reality is here and they will leave the lovey haze of this date (this reward, he reminds himself), and return to whence they came. so there's little to prepare him for the way hawk reaches for him, grabs at him and kisses him with a fervor that makes tim groan loudly into the kiss.
he uses once hand to brace himself on the center console but the other reaches blindly for hawk, fingers fisting in his shirt and pulling him even closer. tim leans much the same way he had at the dinner table, tilting his head to deepen the kiss further and let his tongue match hawk's, sliding and yearning and seeking as though tim is nothing more than a man drowning.
the noise that tumbles into the kiss is akin to something hawk has undoubtedly heard on one of their private video sessions. a moan, almost musical in the way it rumbles between their lips and the noise of their shared kiss, coupled with the tightening of fingers in hawk's shirt, knuckles pressed hard into the muscle above his heart. ]
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Right. Okay.
[ he tries to take a deep breath, to steady the wild rhythm of his heart as the man tugs him along the half block to the car. it feels hurried in a way that tim can't clock, and he settles into the passenger side feeling as though the world is spinning around him. his lips still burn, his chest warm, and already he misses how safe he'd felt pressed against hawkins fuller in the middle of the lamplight.
he tracks hawk's movement, watches him as he gets in and out of habit reaches for his own seatbelt once hawk's door closes. right. it has to end. reality is here and they will leave the lovey haze of this date (this reward, he reminds himself), and return to whence they came. so there's little to prepare him for the way hawk reaches for him, grabs at him and kisses him with a fervor that makes tim groan loudly into the kiss.
he uses once hand to brace himself on the center console but the other reaches blindly for hawk, fingers fisting in his shirt and pulling him even closer. tim leans much the same way he had at the dinner table, tilting his head to deepen the kiss further and let his tongue match hawk's, sliding and yearning and seeking as though tim is nothing more than a man drowning.
the noise that tumbles into the kiss is akin to something hawk has undoubtedly heard on one of their private video sessions. a moan, almost musical in the way it rumbles between their lips and the noise of their shared kiss, coupled with the tightening of fingers in hawk's shirt, knuckles pressed hard into the muscle above his heart. ]