[ There’s a brief moment of unsure anticipation, curious what Hawk will think of him trying something that he’d learned, at least in part, from someone else. Not in whole though, the groundwork had been laid from the very first night, in that tiny illegal sublet and that bed that could barely contain the two of them, when Tim became his boy and never stopped, not even for a second. It’s just an acknowledgement, and a loving one, that it goes both ways, Hawk so eager to take care of him, protect him in a way that earns his obedience.
Daddy earns him a smirk, and Tim sends one back. Of course he likes it. Tim doesn’t go for terms of endearment nearly as much, since Hawk sounds as beautiful to him as anything else could, but this one, he’s earned. ]
Yeah, I want that.
[ His breath hitches in his throat as he confesses, his voice high and airy with his desperation as he scoots down on the bed, legs spread, so he can get nearer. He's hardly been touched, but still he trembles as if he's hanging over the edge. Or is it a shiver? Now that the touch is gone, Tim's skin feels cold again, even though the blood underneath it simmers. The opposing sensations border on uncomfortable, but Hawk will take care of him, he'll keep him warm from the inside and out, fill him with hot, wet seed until he's bursting. Just the thought of it makes him whimper. ]
I want you, need you. Please.
[ No one else will do. No one else knows exactly what he needs, no one else would see him as he is now, all pathetic pleading and wanton lust and love him even more for it. Only Hawk. ]
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Daddy earns him a smirk, and Tim sends one back. Of course he likes it. Tim doesn’t go for terms of endearment nearly as much, since Hawk sounds as beautiful to him as anything else could, but this one, he’s earned. ]
Yeah, I want that.
[ His breath hitches in his throat as he confesses, his voice high and airy with his desperation as he scoots down on the bed, legs spread, so he can get nearer. He's hardly been touched, but still he trembles as if he's hanging over the edge. Or is it a shiver? Now that the touch is gone, Tim's skin feels cold again, even though the blood underneath it simmers. The opposing sensations border on uncomfortable, but Hawk will take care of him, he'll keep him warm from the inside and out, fill him with hot, wet seed until he's bursting. Just the thought of it makes him whimper. ]
I want you, need you. Please.
[ No one else will do. No one else knows exactly what he needs, no one else would see him as he is now, all pathetic pleading and wanton lust and love him even more for it. Only Hawk. ]