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"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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