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To answer your question - 'course I do. It's the big boy wafer.

close enough. koby thinks im making things up

scrabble.

yes a little
its okay this is a normal party no wolf man no robot music no dirty dancing.

Guess all that time at Jesuit school was good for something.

Don't overdo it. Can't have you getting scooped up in the hall. Do you think you need an escort?

...There better not be any dirty dancing. And what's this about robot music?

only if you want to escort me. :)

the stuff they played at the underworld party. all boom boom boom with no real instruments. terrible

no dancing, just drinks and board games. do you know about margaritas

Well how else will I know you're safe? Big bad wolf is still out there.

Yeah, that. I'm inclined to agree. The ipod - that was much better.

Oh, I see we've discovered tequila. Don't tell me you've been gulping them like you do with scotch.

Ive got the bracelest
bracelet
i'm safe from the wolf.

it's fruity. but i'm gonna go back soon. I need you

And what if I'm the big bad wolf, huh?

That right. Tell me more - what do you need, honey?

then i'm done for. i'd let you tear me to pieces.

hold on.

[ He's feeling bold, but not bold enough to send off dirty messages in front of everyone. They'd be able to see it on his face, watch the flush creep down his neck even though it's so weirdly cold in here, for some reason. Tim's gonna step outside. ]

need to feel you inside me
press me into the bed, under all your weight. so I couldn't move if I wanted to.
need to see how long I can hold it in after, before it drips out.

That make you Little Red Riding Hood? Sounds good in more ways than one.

I'm holding.

[he can guess that tim is excusing himself, practically see the way he'd stumble in between a deep focus on the messages that have dragged him away.]

Mm. Well I think it's your lucky night. That can all be arranged.

You want me to hold you down and make you take everything I got to give, huh?

Might make you lick it clean, after. Or - could stuff you with something else. Politics isn't the only thing I've been brushing up on, you know.

yes.

i'll lick it clean

yeah? tell me

I know you got the riding part down pat.

Good boy.

You could keep me hot in you 'til morning. The Underworld probably has a handy little tool for that. Think you could take it all night? Carrying me around like that? Maybe I'd even make you wear it through breakfast just to watch you squirm.

I could keep it in as long as I want?

Yeah, honey. You like the thought of that?

Uh huh

I'm coming home

you can have me again before we're through. still slick from you the first time. and the second and the third

Christ, Tim. I'll meet you halfway.

Could take you again first thing in the morning, check on my handiwork when you're all bleary-eyed and pliant for and pretty in the sunlight for me. You want that too?

wanna wake up like that
with you on top of me

On top of you, inside you. You got it, baby.

What wing are you in? I'm coming.

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Told you I'm on my way. heading down to the second floor now, I'll be 10 mojites

minutes.

Gonna meet you halfway. Then it's only five.

[and what happens when it's five minutes and he sees tim stumbling down the hall, determination even in his sluggishly uncoordinated movements? hawk can't help the way he pauses from across the way, lips stretching into a grin and eyes sparkling brightly with an affection that's plain as day. there's no one in the halls right now, so there's no need for him to check over his shoulder as he quickens his pace and meets tim halfway. everyone's still at the party he'd skipped, tucked into bed, or maybe dancing away the night and their sins downstairs in underworld.

as for him? he's unbearably fond as he takes in a drunk and needy tim, not even asking before he bends to swoop him up into his arms and lean in for a hungry kiss.]

Hi, Skippy. Your escort's here.

[ 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?

[there's a low groan of satisfaction against tim's lips, hawk resisting the urge to shiver when those tricky fingers tickle at his ear. they are surprisingly cold, a contrast the the usual warmth he's gotten accustomed to over the last few weeks of bliss basically living and bedding down with tim. even with everything he knows, there's something contagious about the amount of devotion in his every action. it makes hawk want to do more than just satisfy him - it makes him want to be a better man to deserve it in the first place.

his tongue snakes out to lick into tim's mouth, tasting the last traces of something fruity and salty with that tang of tequila. there's another long peck to his lips before he pulls away with an agreeable hum.]

Yep. The whole way.

[uttered between another press of his lips, and he starts the walk over half blind and blocked by the beaming face of his lover.]

You know - [another kiss peppered against the corner of his mouth - ]

Someday I'd like to test if it's all liquor that makes you frisky or just a few.

[ Hawk's tongue is a nice contrast from the sticky-sweet boozy taste coating his mouth, and he swallows around it, savoring the very welcome intrusion with a long, needy keening noise, rumbling against his tongue. His mouth chases after Hawk's when he pulls away, demanding another, and another. Short and sweet kisses, so sweet, like the last few weeks have been from morning to night. They've been together more often than they haven't and Tim only wants him more for it. It feels so blissfully normal, going out to see some friends, and coming back to Hawk waiting.

Is this how other couples feel, all the time? How can their hearts hold all that love at once? ]

I don't think it's the liquor, I think it's you.

[ Tim would want him just as badly sober, he's sure. He just wouldn't be so explicit about it, so demanding. He'd let Hawk run with his own ideas, which have never failed to thrill him and awaken yearnings in him which he hadn't even known existed. Going along with Hawk's desires have always, miraculously, mirrored his own. Tim doesn't think he could say no to anything, not with the way his body reacts to him as if it were made to, tenting in his pants right here where anyone could see then. ]

Hurry.

Oh, you think? I think - [another kiss, hawk licking into his mouth briefly with a hum, accidentally nudging sideways towards the wall and nearly cutting his elbow against some column with a precious heirloom.]

I think I could get drunk on you like this too.

[he's grinning as he pulls back slightly, gaze dropping to where there's a bulge of interest developing before his eyes. his grip adjusts underneath tim's knees, clutching him that much tighter to his chest so he can try and have some semblance of better steering down the hall. god knows what the house or giles will do if he dumps over some priceless antique bumping over too it because he's desperate to be on or in tim right this instant.]

Greedy, are we? I like that, yeah.

[thank christ he had the foresight to leave the door unlocked, bumping up against it to turn the handle and kick it open. he barely waits to nudge it closed before he's moving like a man on a mission, depositing tim on the bed none too gently and kicking off his shoes, shrugging out of his shirt and immediately caging tim on the bed to lean down and kiss him hard. his hips shift forward in a hungry grind, hands dropping to start tugging at his belt and prying his fly open.]

Get your shirt off. Hurry.

Yeah.

[ It's greedy. But he gets to be greedy, because Hawk is his and he is Hawk's, they've agreed, and they're together. Tim's wanted this for so long, and now that he has it, it's so much better than he could have hoped for. Overwhelming in its normalcy, coming home to someone who loves him. Just like everyone else.

He laughs as his back hits the bed with a little bounce, tipsy enough to be playful despite the roiling heat building in his gut by the second. On instinct, his ankles wrap around Hawk's legs, trying to draw him closer still as they kiss, Tim groaning into it, long and needy. His hand is just wrapping around to the back of Hawk's neck when he makes his demand, and he pulls it back obediently, moving instead to the buttons on his bright yellow shirt while his lover, his man, works off his pants.

After the shirt is shrugged off, and the tank beneath it pulled over his head, he lifts his hips to make Hawk's job easier, and watches him, leaning back on his elbows with his head tilted to one side. ]

Thank you, Daddy.

[there will never be a day when hawk tires of unwrapping tim the way he does now - the slow reveal of carved muscle that's deceptively hidden under some of his previously poorer-fitting suits and oversized attire. it feels like a secret that belongs to him alone (or at least, that's what he wants to believe and will continue to tell himself - nevermind luci or anyone else hawk has stupidly allowed him to run to. tim's hips hitch upwards oh so helpfully and hawk tugs off his pants, both legs at once before tossing them in a heap off the side of the bed. no time for playing coy, for ordering him to fold them. there's an urgency that reminds him of rehoboth beach as he leans down to groan against another heated kiss - it's only been a few hours, but he remembers the hunger and the aching desire that had been all consuming when they'd finally made their way into that hotel room and devoured one another.

and then tim drops a little surprise at him, hawk's eyes flying open as he pulls back with a light smirk at the affectionate and new moniker. like hell if that didn't make his dick throb.]

Trying that on for size, huh?

[hawk sits back on his haunches, working at his own fly with a renewed vigor to work himself out and not even bother taking off his own pants. the tip is reddened and already leaking with the telltale shininess of precum as hawk circles his own shaft and presents it towards tim with darkened eyes and a gruffness in the low timbre of his voice.]

This what my boy wants? Tell Daddy.

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