[hawk can probably hear the smile through the phone. he forms the question to seem effortless– asking for the paper or to pass the remote. he's said it before and he'll say it again, but he makes it sound special and coveted. a request that doesn't take no for an answer.]

Picture me in your full hands and bring yourself to me in a vial. I want you in the milk.

[his breath hitches. he could be palming himself through his slacks, or maybe someone took him by surprise.]

Can you do that for me, Hawk?