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Fuck, the rasp in that voice makes him shudder, blood burning at the rough depth of it, the strength in those fingers, the intoxicating touch to his lip. Hawke squirms under the touch, wanting so badly to suck on whatever the mystery man has to offer, but wanting even more to be passive- to be good. The order, when it comes, is perfect: just when the man grips his hair and holds Hawke still (like scruffing a kitten, the way it makes him go weak, the tension in him slack from an aroused, relaxed sort of bliss-), set to the sound of a zipper that makes his mouth water.

"Fuck," he breathes, licking his lips before obeying. His mouth opens wide, jaw utterly slack, heart pounding with anticipation. Maker, this always feels so fucking good- better than it should, probably, and he suspects he's a bit fucked in the head about it. Getting off on being so roughly used in a way that shouldn't do anything for him. But it is good, it's so good, and oh god he wants it.

The way that Garrett seems to go lax in his grip when he grabs at his hair sends a sharp thrill through Billy. It sends a jolt right to his cock as he shifts his stance a bit.

Holding him steady, he guides himself to the other's waiting mouth, pushing inside. He licks his lips, already anticipating slick warmth coming around him.

"The fucking will happen after, I'm sure," he teases.

It’s expected, but without his sight the touch of a cock head to his lips still takes Hawke by surprise- it’s impossible to anticipate the exact moment. He starts the tiniest bit with a soft intake of breath, letting it out on a quiet, aching sigh when that cock presses into his mouth. It slides in, warm and thick and heavy, forcing Hawke to open his mouth wider, to adjust around it, to take strained breaths through his nose as his tongue works to adjust and taste the underside.

He makes a muffled sound of pure need at the teasing. Fucking sounds good, so good, this big cock, strong hands, rough voice and oh god he wants it, wants it bad enough that his hands clench and unclench in their bonds under a shuddering wave of arousal. The cock in his mouth feels good—he needs to do something. His job is to serve. A warm hole. He hollows his cheeks around it and starts to suck, unsure if this is what the man wants- eager service or a passive hole to be fucked? He can’t tell.

There's a deep groan that leaves Billy rough and satisfied as warmth envelopes him, pleasure lighting up his nerves. He pushes a bit deeper, biting at the inside of his cheek as that delicious suction starts. He didn't have a plan, other than he wanted his cock inside of the other man somewhere, somehow.

His hand grips tighter at his hair as he pushes in even deeper. "Think you can handle all of it?"

Hawke makes a choked sound when the cock in his mouth presses in farther, hitting the back of his throat uncaringly. It's hard to respond or put tone into what muffled noise he can manage around the thick length, but he tries- tries to sound eager, to convey how desperately he wants. The hands in his hair, oh Maker- he wishes he could look up at the man, see the owner of these rough hands and look the man in the eyes as his cock pushes into his throat. The vulnerability of it always goes right to his cock.

But then, so does this. The isolating helplessness of being blind and bound; relying utterly on the other person for everything. Without his sight Hawke can only wait to be led, to be touched, to be fed someone's cock one inch at a time until the owner is satisfied. There's not a damn thing he can do about it, and the submission of it makes him ache. He strains against the hands in his hair, pulling hard- not to escape, but to take that cock in deeper, to work it farther down his throat.

Hawke can't see, but he does let out a low rumble of noise to let him know how much he's enjoying this. The encompassing heat of his mouth, the muffled noises all send aching want through him. He pushes forward as deep as he dares before he pulls back and nearly draws out completely.

Before he snaps forward again, finding a rhythm as he loosens his hand enough to push through dark lots, fingertips rubbing over his scalp.

That deep rumble sends an answering shiver over his entire body, chasing over his skin like lighting-lust that makes him moan low in his throat. That glorious cock works in deeper, deeper, just to the point where the mystery man would need to really push in order to breach his throat-

-and then it's gone. Back. Back and back, just the tip between his fuck-swollen lips, and for a split second Garrett trembles with anticipation.

Fuck. He chokes on a stifled yelp as he's very suddenly invaded, that thick member slamming deep into his mouth, striking the back of his throat hard enough to nearly make him choke. There's a moment where Hawke's throat seizes a little, but it's brief, forgotten as soon as it's over in favor of the filthy pleasure of it, the rough hands in his hair, the degrading pleasure of being face-fucked in front of an audience.

"Good," he practically purrs as Hawke takes his cock deep. He can feel the muscles tense around him for a moment, a dirty thrill going through him at the way it clenches.

And then all bets are off and he's fucking Hawke's mouth shameless and hard, not caring who's watching them for the moment. He's too busy focusing on tight heat and swollen lips wrapped around his cock. He pauses after a moment, breathless, pushed down Hawke's throat for a moment.

"Is this how you want it?" He demands after a moment. "Or would you rather I fuck you properly?"

Hawke answers with a ragged moan in a voice hoarse from abuse, practically trembling in Billy's hands. Just the question itself makes him ache, and he's so desperate and needy that absolutely anything sounds good right now.

"I don't know," he whines, gasping in a breath, relaxed heavily into the hands in his hair. "I just want your cock- I need to come."

Whatever Billy wants to do that combines those goals- anything he wants.

Fingers brush through Hawke's hair lightly in response to that, soothing. "Well, since you've made it sound so tempting... I think I want you to come on my cock alone.

And as desperate as he seems to be, he thinks it'll be doable. He pulls away, but his fingertips trail over Hawke's back as he circles around. His hand trails to his ass, spreading his cheeks as his other hand guides his cock in to press against his hole.

"How much longer do you think you can wait to come?"

Everything- from the man's rough voice, to his touch, to the words coming out of his mouth, to the hands trailing over his body- absolutely everything happening makes Hawke quiver and ache, cock dripping, balls hurting from the need to come. When he feels the fat head of that thick cock pressing against him, he lets out a long, needy moan that goes all the way to his toes.

"I don't know," Hawke moans. He tries to push back against Billy's cock, but he's tied down too tightly to even move that much, and the attempt makes him groan in frustration. "What do you want me to do? Do you want me to hold back?"

Billy's hips snap forward to bury himself in Hawke, deep and hard. Reaching forward, he slides his hands through Garrett's hair again, holding on tight.

"No. I want to fuck you until you come... and then keep fucking you until you feel like you can't take anymore."

The sound Garrett makes is barely human- a ragged, startled cry at the shock of Billy's cock slamming deep into his ass. It's sudden and brutal and for a long moment all he can do is choke on air, body and mind reeling at the intrusion as he adjusts to the glorious feeling.

But he doesn't have time to settle before there are hands in his hair, pulling tightly and making him moan. That rough, sexy voice is in his ear again, promising sweet abuse that has him keening and trembling from want. Denied his sight, his whole world is narrowed down to sound and touch- to that delicious voice and the cock filling him up and Billy pulling his hair so tight he can hardly breathe from the ache.

"Please," he begs, trying desperately to suck hair into rapidly shrinking lungs. "I need it. Please. I want to come, I need it, please."

His hips snap forward, starting up a brutal pace as he buries himself in delicious heat again and again. The muscles squeezing at his cock, the noises he's able to draw from Hunk so easily--

Everything else fades away as he's begged, loosening his hold in Garrett's hair just slightly.

"You can come... I'll let you know when."

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