[UNI AU]

[homosexuals]

CAMBOY UNI AU

tell me and i forget, teach me and i remember.

Comments

[apologetics]

[ coming up on a little gasp from the toy, tim's eyes lift to the camera again and he pauses, licking his bottom lip as they all but shimmer slick in the camera lighting. they've gone rosy red for the stretch and movement and he's sure to show it in the way his bottom lip pouts just so as he catches a breath. ]

Tell me everything you want to, Professor, please. I only take it this nice for you. No one else.

[ just as he dips his head back down to take the toy, he arches his back, spreads his thighs a little so that hawk can see the way the muscle strains the rigid fabric. one sock rolls a little in the movement, and he licks one long stripe up the toy as he reads what hawk offers next.

if he looks surprised, he can't help it - brows jumping a tiny bit over the frames of his glasses, a pretty flush lighting up under his cheeks and creeping down his neck. it looks like it might well make even his chest go rosy and pink. one hand for the toy - one hand for -

oh, to be that sweet, divine hand.

he almost misses the offer - the little risk that his man is making and he tilts his head a little and it's an accident the way he utterly moans around the toy on the way up. ]

Please. I - I want it. To hear you - to take anything you want to give me, Professor. I'll do anything to earn it.

[ and maybe there's something a little to genuine in it, a little too honest, but it's true. to hear hawkins fuller - listen to the man coo his name and praise him, to hear the rumble of his voice with the sounds of skippy on his tongue?

it will never be as good as kissing him in the lamplight outside the restaurant. it will never beat the romance of their date, the sizzle on the air between them. how badly tim wants to be his now more than ever. even if it's through a screen, where they can't touch, they can't kiss. where hawk is still anonymous and safe, and tim rips open his chest for him. ]

I know I can do a good job for you, Hawk - Professor. Let me show you - prove it to you. Please, let me hear everything you need from me.

[ ah. he's nearly forgotten the toy and he bashfully sort of ducks his head, shrugs one freckled shoulder before he dips back down and takes the toy all the way to the back of his throat and he sits there, lingering, waiting for a few seconds before he comes back up, face tinged and warm, and the brown of his eyes imploring the camera. ]

I'll be the best boy you've ever taught.