[he'd taken a quick detour to the restroom of the airport to hide away in one of the stalls. this won't take too long, from the sound of hawk's needy voice. zipper undone with one hand and a shift in his position tells hawk that he's pulling his cock out. then a slick, wet noise as august licks his hand and begins to stroke himself in turn. long and slow delicious motions and already weeping from the head. pure arousal. he sinks lower against the door of the stall, lashes fluttering closed.
the operation has better results if they're both aligned. both thinking about each other and the exchange.]
Yes–
[around a sigh, picturing where hawk is, how much he wants him. how much he wants to drink him. take him. he swallows in anticipation, stroking himself with more fervor.]
We'll share it– I'll give you the last drop for how good you're being.
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the operation has better results if they're both aligned. both thinking about each other and the exchange.]
Yes–
[around a sigh, picturing where hawk is, how much he wants him. how much he wants to drink him. take him. he swallows in anticipation, stroking himself with more fervor.]
We'll share it– I'll give you the last drop for how good you're being.