[ Softly, as if he's handed him a cup of tea. Tim keeps his face pressed low on his belly, kissing down the trail of hair and into his pubes, closing his eyes to focus on the sensation of it, the pleasant scratch and the musky smell that makes his own cock leak in his pants. One handed, he unbuttons himself and takes it out, giving him room to breathe but not touching himself otherwise, too focused on Harry.
He wraps his spit-slick hand around his base and pumps, tighter and wetter around the head, where he pushes back the foreskin as if he's unwrapping another gift, eyes sparkling with excitement, flush warming him down to his chest. His eyes don't leave Harry's for a second when he leans towards his cock, his glistening tongue out and eager. Tim takes a few slow licks, savoring the taste with a low, indulgent moan.
He's been thinking about this for days. Stretching around him, tasting his pre and his spit mixed with Tim's, whether he'd be demanding or put him in control. If he kept indulging him and flirting back, he knew he'd find himself right here, sooner or later. Perhaps he was never meant to burn slow, but to be consumed, intensely and immediately or not at all. ]
You can touch me, if you want.
[ Before opening his mouth wide to invite him in properly, suckling at the head with hollowed cheeks and sinking onto him deeper. ]
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Date: 2025-04-16 03:25 am (UTC)[ Softly, as if he's handed him a cup of tea. Tim keeps his face pressed low on his belly, kissing down the trail of hair and into his pubes, closing his eyes to focus on the sensation of it, the pleasant scratch and the musky smell that makes his own cock leak in his pants. One handed, he unbuttons himself and takes it out, giving him room to breathe but not touching himself otherwise, too focused on Harry.
He wraps his spit-slick hand around his base and pumps, tighter and wetter around the head, where he pushes back the foreskin as if he's unwrapping another gift, eyes sparkling with excitement, flush warming him down to his chest. His eyes don't leave Harry's for a second when he leans towards his cock, his glistening tongue out and eager. Tim takes a few slow licks, savoring the taste with a low, indulgent moan.
He's been thinking about this for days. Stretching around him, tasting his pre and his spit mixed with Tim's, whether he'd be demanding or put him in control. If he kept indulging him and flirting back, he knew he'd find himself right here, sooner or later. Perhaps he was never meant to burn slow, but to be consumed, intensely and immediately or not at all. ]
You can touch me, if you want.
[ Before opening his mouth wide to invite him in properly, suckling at the head with hollowed cheeks and sinking onto him deeper. ]