[ He matches the languid, intimate pacing despite his craving for more, letting Hawk form a shield over him that warms him up bit by bit. It's always so easy to do, let himself be led by him, put complete faith in the fact that he'll be taken care of. There's been bumps in the road, but he's never left Tim wanting when it comes to this. What his body needs, Hawk will provide, and he's getting better at the heart and soul, too. It's some kind of heaven, being in this room with him. ]
I hear you. You'll do it, you will.
[ Soft babbling into the kiss, against Hawk's lips in as he tries to pull him closer still, wrapping his arms and legs tightly around him, back arching just to feel the warmth of Hawk’s chest on his. It feels like he's bursting already, like he can't control himself despite his desire to be good and do what he's told, his body greedy enough to move on its own. Fingers tangle through Daddy's hair, over the shell of his ear, anything just to have or taste a little more, Tim's kissing frantic like being inside might not be enough, like he needs to absorb him. The slick fingers prodding against his hole are welcomed with a sweet, needy little moan, a relaxing of the muscle that's become an automatic response. A ritual as cherished and familiar as any in the church. ]
It's all yours. All of me.
[ Repeated back, like the call and response of a prayer. Amen. ]
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I hear you. You'll do it, you will.
[ Soft babbling into the kiss, against Hawk's lips in as he tries to pull him closer still, wrapping his arms and legs tightly around him, back arching just to feel the warmth of Hawk’s chest on his. It feels like he's bursting already, like he can't control himself despite his desire to be good and do what he's told, his body greedy enough to move on its own. Fingers tangle through Daddy's hair, over the shell of his ear, anything just to have or taste a little more, Tim's kissing frantic like being inside might not be enough, like he needs to absorb him. The slick fingers prodding against his hole are welcomed with a sweet, needy little moan, a relaxing of the muscle that's become an automatic response. A ritual as cherished and familiar as any in the church. ]
It's all yours. All of me.
[ Repeated back, like the call and response of a prayer. Amen. ]