[it'll never stop being the hottest goddamn thing to watch tim fall apart with barely even a touch - his dick isn't even anywhere near and he's begging for more. loud, unabashed, pure in his utter devotion and the way his body is offered up solely for hawk's taking and utter ruin. it's not a gift he takes lightly, letting his lips drag hot and open-mouthed against tim's jugular and the strong line of muscle down to the juncture between neck and shoulder, teeth nipping and worrying at the skin without a care in the world for what sort of mark he might leave. why shouldn't he? tim is his, this is their sanctuary, and not a single person here can judge them for it. at least, that's the mantra he's been trying to tell himself these past few blissful weeks.
hell of a lot easier to believe when he's got this angel utterly desperate under him, rocking himself onto thick fingers like he might work himself to the edge that only hawk can drag him over and catch him and do it all over again. he could keep him like this for hours if he were cruel or playful or anything but starved to consume the offering he's been given - laid up like the very eucharist itself, body stretched and willing for whatever will come to it. hawk's free hand lifts to tweak at one pretty pink nipple, thumb and forefinger tugging it mercilessly as his fingers pull free from the warmth and the grip that feels like it might keep him there awhile. much as he'd like to play the game, hawk is only a man too - hot-blooded, cock hanging heavy and flushed between his own legs and hard enough to cut glass.
there's a low hum against his neck, hawk still tonguing at the spot that's already blooming a pretty red from the way his teeth have nipped and prodded at it, even as he reaches down to push tim's thighs wider apart in anticipation.]
Shh, lemme see you - just one more minute.
[his hands grip around the firm muscle, flexing against every tremble and shudder as he drinks in the sight of tim flushed and debauched and empty - hole flaring around nothing that only he can fill up.]
You're so goddamn gorgeous, you know that angel?
[there's another quick kiss, stolen and hungry as he finally wraps a hand around the base of his own leaking cock and lines it up. no more taunting, no more games - not when he pushes forward slow and tosses his head back with every velvety inch dragging him further and further in to claim what's always been his.]
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[it'll never stop being the hottest goddamn thing to watch tim fall apart with barely even a touch - his dick isn't even anywhere near and he's begging for more. loud, unabashed, pure in his utter devotion and the way his body is offered up solely for hawk's taking and utter ruin. it's not a gift he takes lightly, letting his lips drag hot and open-mouthed against tim's jugular and the strong line of muscle down to the juncture between neck and shoulder, teeth nipping and worrying at the skin without a care in the world for what sort of mark he might leave. why shouldn't he? tim is his, this is their sanctuary, and not a single person here can judge them for it. at least, that's the mantra he's been trying to tell himself these past few blissful weeks.
hell of a lot easier to believe when he's got this angel utterly desperate under him, rocking himself onto thick fingers like he might work himself to the edge that only hawk can drag him over and catch him and do it all over again. he could keep him like this for hours if he were cruel or playful or anything but starved to consume the offering he's been given - laid up like the very eucharist itself, body stretched and willing for whatever will come to it. hawk's free hand lifts to tweak at one pretty pink nipple, thumb and forefinger tugging it mercilessly as his fingers pull free from the warmth and the grip that feels like it might keep him there awhile. much as he'd like to play the game, hawk is only a man too - hot-blooded, cock hanging heavy and flushed between his own legs and hard enough to cut glass.
there's a low hum against his neck, hawk still tonguing at the spot that's already blooming a pretty red from the way his teeth have nipped and prodded at it, even as he reaches down to push tim's thighs wider apart in anticipation.]
Shh, lemme see you - just one more minute.
[his hands grip around the firm muscle, flexing against every tremble and shudder as he drinks in the sight of tim flushed and debauched and empty - hole flaring around nothing that only he can fill up.]
You're so goddamn gorgeous, you know that angel?
[there's another quick kiss, stolen and hungry as he finally wraps a hand around the base of his own leaking cock and lines it up. no more taunting, no more games - not when he pushes forward slow and tosses his head back with every velvety inch dragging him further and further in to claim what's always been his.]