[if hawk knew this stemmed from someone else, maybe he'd have more objections. or maybe not, considering it stirs something deep in the recesses of his mind the same way calling tim his good boy must do the same - it's just fitting, and it sounds mighty pretty coming out of his mouth with that dick-drunk look on his face that makes hawk want to bend him in half and own him. which is, in essence, what he's about to do anyway. something about the way tim is mildly intoxicated and utterly genuine in everything he utters and displays in the moment makes hawk want to meet him most of the way for a change, emboldened by the bliss they've shared long enough to settle into a real rhythm these days.

besides, how could he say no to such avid devotion?

he braces both hands on the pillow, framing either side of tim's head to lean down for another slow and sensual kiss that does nothing to deter his own urgency, eventually letting one wander to his side of the bed and the top drawer where he's tossed the lube.]

It's all yours, baby. Don't worry - I gotcha. Told you I'd fill you to the brim, and I intend to keep that promise, you hear me?

[there's a nip to tim's bottom lip, enough to distract as he warms up some of the lube against his fingers and reaches down to press his middle and pointer finger against the tight little rim between his cheeks. who said he can't rile him up a little first - fill him with his fingers before his cock and his cum? if there's one thing he'll never get tired of, it's getting to watch tim fall apart without needing to stifle his moans or bite down on his cries, as intoxicating as any of the tequila coursing through his bloodstream right now.]

Christ, I'll never get over how tight you are, Skippy. It's all mine, yeah?