[his eyelids squeeze shut almost immediately - before the words are even finished. it's as if his actions are puppeted on a string that august is holding the end of, that he couldn't deny even if he wanted to.]
Yeah.
[he swallows thickly, suddenly hot under the collar and hard as hell. where did that even come from? his voice lowers, rasped from the dryness in his throat.]
Yeah, I can do that for you.
[his eyes stay shut, thoughts drifting into something dreamlike in the way he can picture himself making it happen in as much as it actually is happening. but it's better to think about august holding the glass, something ornate and specific - where has he seen it before? shit.
he's worked his cock through the slit of his boxers and slacks, fisting it with one hand with increased desperation.]
Are you - gonna be in the milk too?
[it's breathy in between the slick noise and rustle of fabric, enough to convey to august what he's made happen here.]
delightful is what u call it actually
Yeah.
[he swallows thickly, suddenly hot under the collar and hard as hell. where did that even come from? his voice lowers, rasped from the dryness in his throat.]
Yeah, I can do that for you.
[his eyes stay shut, thoughts drifting into something dreamlike in the way he can picture himself making it happen in as much as it actually is happening. but it's better to think about august holding the glass, something ornate and specific - where has he seen it before? shit.
he's worked his cock through the slit of his boxers and slacks, fisting it with one hand with increased desperation.]
Are you - gonna be in the milk too?
[it's breathy in between the slick noise and rustle of fabric, enough to convey to august what he's made happen here.]