[a breathy laugh. august has all of hawk's soft spots in the palm of his hand, the more he presses the more he bends for him, earnest in his eagerness. he likes that about him.]
You like being teased. [he pauses, holding the lingering quiet as one would hold a bated breath. he wants to make him think in those two, three seconds. what's next coming from a silver tongue?] I want you to do something for me.
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You like being teased. [he pauses, holding the lingering quiet as one would hold a bated breath. he wants to make him think in those two, three seconds. what's next coming from a silver tongue?] I want you to do something for me.