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[there is no hesitation whatsoever - the second he gets the call, he picks up and dials august back. there is a pull he's never been able to explain, as if he's under a spell every time august is in the vicinity or his ear. it makes him think back to that night - christ, he wishes he could remember it better. it's very hazy.]

Not soon enough. You've got a bit of catching up to do, but it sounds like you might need some rest first.

How bout dinner and I tuck you in, huh?

[there he is. august picks up on the second ring with a liquid-smooth voice, someone who's mastered the correct tone and inflection for whomever he's talking to. he knows how hawk likes him to sound.]

Do I? [a faux submission, playful but seductive.] Are you going to warm some milk for me, too?

[hearing it makes his eyelids flutter, settling into something half-lidded as if gentle force. already he feels relaxed and dazed - somehow energized and waiting, placid for some further...instruction? purpose? it's a natural talent of august's, he's decided.]

Well, now you're just teasing me. But you know I will. I'll even split it with you.

[and then fall asleep alongside him, wake up and hope he's there but know like a wisp of smoke he's somehow evaporated and left him to wonder if it was all just a dream. there's a thrill to the mystery of it, though. enough that he keeps coming back.]

[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.

When it's you doing the teasing, sure.

[there's a light chuckle from hawk, hoping one day maybe he'll have the upper hand here when it always feels like the floor is liquid beneath his feet where august is concerned. but he does wait - hanging on that pause until it stretches out to more than three seconds. he opens his mouth to ask if they've lost the connection, but then - ]

Yeah? Just say what. I'll make it happen.

[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?

[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.]

[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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cw kind of nsfw weird ritual implications...i dont know what to call this

delightful is what u call it actually

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