Under other circumstances, Sawyer would have all of his attention. This was just…something else.
Hunter isn’t shy about the noises he makes or the little murmurs of encouragement; but he’s quiet so only Sawyer can hear. His attention bounces from Sawyer and how he feels, what he’s doing and Lennon - what he looks like, what he’s doing, his expressions for the strangers sitting just feet away from him.
He swallows a moan and buries his nose against Sawyers neck. He smells sweet…like homemade cookies. Edible.
But something makes him lift his head and looks towards the stage again.
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Date: 2022-07-19 08:31 pm (UTC)Hunter isn’t shy about the noises he makes or the little murmurs of encouragement; but he’s quiet so only Sawyer can hear. His attention bounces from Sawyer and how he feels, what he’s doing and Lennon - what he looks like, what he’s doing, his expressions for the strangers sitting just feet away from him.
He swallows a moan and buries his nose against Sawyers neck. He smells sweet…like homemade cookies. Edible.
But something makes him lift his head and looks towards the stage again.