[UNI AU]

[homosexuals]

CAMBOY UNI AU

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

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[homosexuals]

[seeing him like this and refusing to touch - at least anything other than indirectly - is like a fucking gutpunch. hawk hasn't gotten on his knees for anyone since he was a little less than tim's age, and he's never wanted to until this moment. not until the pretty pink flare of his cock gets exposed to the warm light of his office, thick and mouth-wateringly perfect. it's not like he hasn't seen it before, but he hasn't seen the precise shade or the shape of it intimately enough to really make him ache. his own pulses in an angry throb of want under his trousers, behind his boxers that have tightened past uncomfortable even as he resolutely tries to ignore it in favor of acting this out on tim and tim alone.]

Yeah. Just like that.

[hawk wants to kiss him equally badly, but he won't give in to it much like he won't give in to his own needs right now. instead, he shifts his hand across tim's to guide it in a loose grip around the base of his pretty cock, lifting his fingers in the approximation of a light stroke to the tip and back down again.]

Good boy.

[it's whispered against him, rough and ragged despite the initial ease of his pace.]

It's yes, sir or yes, professor right now - understood?

[there's a low hum, hawk pressing his chin against tim's shoulder and letting his cheek tip against tim's too - soft skin against one another so he can get a better view at what he's making his student do for him in unspoken commands.]

You get what I give you, if you want to do well. And - don't even think about finishing until it's time.

[another light stroke, hawk shifting tim's fingers in a twist of his palm up at the tip in a lazy moment of indulgence.]

[apologetics]

[ good boy said out loud and warm against his near makes tim moan unexpectedly, his head tipping back as his bites his lip to prevent the sound from getting too loud. it's nothing of the played at, wanton sounds he makes for the tippers in his chats, and even more raw than those hawk coaxed out of him in their private sessions.

he nods his head a little, eyes fluttering as the man's broad hand guides his own over his hardening cock. ]

Yes, sir.

[ hawk's weight at his back and side, the tip of their cheeks to touching is enough to make him begin to flush, his face burning hot, the color creeping down his neck past the collar of his sweater. the squeeze of their joined hands around the tip of his cock makes him hum quiet and needy. the muscles of his thighs jump visibly, resisting the urge to thrust into the press of their hands. ]

Yes, professor. I want to do well - I'll do whatever you tell me to do, professor. I want to be your good boy.

[ tim's voice has turned into a wavering, airy little thing - not the practiced purr of the student on the other side of the screen but the genuine stripping back of walls, the raw nerve of his desire exposed. ]

Please, professor.

[ he doesn't know what he's asking for, his mind blank and bursting with stars at the touches. ]