[ Tim doesn't pause for a second when he sees Hawk from the other end of the long hall, his feet fly in front of him as if he hasn't got a choice in the matter, drawn in like a magnet. He doesn't look behind him, or around, or listen for voices or footsteps of anyone who might see them. Only forward, only Hawk. That's all that matters.
He lets Hawk pick him up with a big, drunken laugh, and leans right in to meet him. It's a little sloppy, tastes like tequila and ambiguously blue-flavored margarita mix, but he's eager, wrapping his arms around Hawk's shoulders without missing a beat, hand snaking up the side of his head to pinch playfully at his earlobe. His hands are cold, which is a side effect of the party drinks he hasn't clocked as such, since talking to Hawk has done wonders to rewarm the blood pumping through him, heat up the core of him with fantasies of letting him come inside him over and over and over. ]
Hi. [ Purred against his mouth, refusing to pull too far away, and chasing Hawk's mouth if he tries. ] You're gonna carry me home?
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He lets Hawk pick him up with a big, drunken laugh, and leans right in to meet him. It's a little sloppy, tastes like tequila and ambiguously blue-flavored margarita mix, but he's eager, wrapping his arms around Hawk's shoulders without missing a beat, hand snaking up the side of his head to pinch playfully at his earlobe. His hands are cold, which is a side effect of the party drinks he hasn't clocked as such, since talking to Hawk has done wonders to rewarm the blood pumping through him, heat up the core of him with fantasies of letting him come inside him over and over and over. ]
Hi. [ Purred against his mouth, refusing to pull too far away, and chasing Hawk's mouth if he tries. ] You're gonna carry me home?