[it's not like hawk is celibate - god no. it's just easier when he doesn't have to battle the nightmare of dc traffic to get out of town, away from too many familiar faces - time being the luxury he can't always afford. summers are easier for that reason alone, and he gets his fill in between jabs from marcus and reminders from his mother to stop by and see his ailing, son of a bitch father before he kicks the bucket for good this time with the ink dried on a will that doesn't include him.
so maybe it's not the same brutal pounding of some faceless twink bent over a rickety bed or curled in half against a wall, but it takes the edge off and sometimes that's the best he can hope for. he swallows the rest of his whiskey with a flex of his jaw, pushing the tumbler back further onto the desk to avoid any overzealous accidents while the beautiful body in front him and the teasing words bring a smirk to his lips.]
Smart boy. Might be my favorite thing about you. If you don't count your neck and the way you bounce so eager when you're calling my name.
Take your shirt off sweetheart. Nice and slow, the way I like it, you know?
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so maybe it's not the same brutal pounding of some faceless twink bent over a rickety bed or curled in half against a wall, but it takes the edge off and sometimes that's the best he can hope for. he swallows the rest of his whiskey with a flex of his jaw, pushing the tumbler back further onto the desk to avoid any overzealous accidents while the beautiful body in front him and the teasing words bring a smirk to his lips.]
Smart boy.
Might be my favorite thing about you.
If you don't count your neck and the way you bounce so eager when you're calling my name.
Take your shirt off sweetheart. Nice and slow, the way I like it, you know?