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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.

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

[dwelt]

[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?

delightful is what u call it actually

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[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.]

[dwelt]

[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.