[ Every sound he makes is a sweeter song than the nostalgic ones that still croon in the background. The gasps and groans are better than Ella or Doris because they're theirs, they're making them together, with Harry's voice and Tim's lavish affection, creating a beautiful thing, a new courtship.
He can still call it that, when he's on his knees already, can't he? The hands in his hair, the parted lips spilling out sweet names, make him sure of that. He hasn't sullied it. This feeling is too pure to be sullied.
Carefully breathing through his nose, Tim affirms his understanding with a low, muffled mmhmm, and squeezes around the base of his cock to keep him from getting too close, too soon. He's not expecting a marathon here - Harry hasn't been touched like this in years, he knows - but he's determined to wring a little more than that out of him. Eyelashes flutter up at him, as he slowly swallows him down, slick and tight, until his cockhead nudges the back of his throat and a thin line of saliva dribbles from the corner of his mouth. For a moment he stays there, honoring the request to cool the pace, savoring the feeling of being filled up and the tickle of hair he's dampened against his nose. ]
Tastes good.
[ The only words he can get out before he goes back in for more, tongue slurping noisily, hotly underneath the head. ]
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Date: 2025-04-16 05:21 am (UTC)He can still call it that, when he's on his knees already, can't he? The hands in his hair, the parted lips spilling out sweet names, make him sure of that. He hasn't sullied it. This feeling is too pure to be sullied.
Carefully breathing through his nose, Tim affirms his understanding with a low, muffled mmhmm, and squeezes around the base of his cock to keep him from getting too close, too soon. He's not expecting a marathon here - Harry hasn't been touched like this in years, he knows - but he's determined to wring a little more than that out of him. Eyelashes flutter up at him, as he slowly swallows him down, slick and tight, until his cockhead nudges the back of his throat and a thin line of saliva dribbles from the corner of his mouth. For a moment he stays there, honoring the request to cool the pace, savoring the feeling of being filled up and the tickle of hair he's dampened against his nose. ]
Tastes good.
[ The only words he can get out before he goes back in for more, tongue slurping noisily, hotly underneath the head. ]