[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.]
Yesβ
[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 itβ I'll give you the last drop for how good you're being.
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.]
no subject
the operation has better results if they're both aligned. both thinking about each other and the exchange.]
Yesβ
[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 itβ I'll give you the last drop for how good you're being.