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[ He makes a soft, keening sound, fingers twisting in Hawk's hair to hold him there against his neck to beg him for more without the unintelligible babbling. Tim's not worried that he'll leave a mark either, he's more worried that he won't, that he'll be so eager to take him, to claim him right here in this room that he might leave his boy unmarked, accidentally leave it up to interpretation who he really belongs to. Hawk, always Hawk, and he repeats that name like prayers over a rosary, with every touch and every cruel lack of it.

Tim's limbs shake with his impatience - and sure, this time he's ingested things that are helping to rile him up, to need it even more - but he isn't even aware of that, just barely over the way he burns for Hawk on a base level, all the time. In the morning, he wakes up, looks over at Hawk, and he wants him. In the afternoon, he thinks about him, remembering the last time his lips were on his neck, and he wants him. At night, he crawls into his lap, wanting him, wanting him, wanting him. ]

Hawk.

[ A louder, higher whine as he takes his fingers back from Tim's hole, leaving him empty and unsatisfied, muscle clenching as if his body is searching for that missing piece. Frantic for it, he grips tight around Hawk's wrist, pulls it to his mouth to swallow those two fingers. A low moan, and his eyes flutter closed, with the bliss of finally being filled somewhere, by something. Tongue slicking over his fingers, he can taste himself on every knuckle, in every ridge, under Hawk's fingernails and in his fine hairs. How it should be, the two of them mixed together until they're nearly one.

It takes a second to register the question, but he opens his eyes and nods, too busy sucking his fingers like a man possessed for a real response. Saying yes isn't entirely true, but it's not a lie right now - he doesn't think of himself as gorgeous until he sees himself through Hawk's eyes, desirable and precious and endearing in his shamelessness.

Hawk's fingertips are in the back of his throat and his cock is finally pushing into him, stretching him open with just the right amount of burn, taking him easy, welcoming him home. He swallows around Hawk's fingers, hooking his ankles around his thighs to pull him closer, deeper, muffling a mmhmm around his mouthful. ]