[ They’ve got nothing but time. How spoiled he’s gotten, that this is the norm, and he has hours of free time every day that he can spend warming someone’s bed if he so chooses. As he’s already told him, they have all the time in the world right now, and it feels like Harry’s using it, the push into his hot, tight body slow enough that Tim can savor every inch before he really starts to move. The angle lets him get in deep, pulling a low, shuddering groan from him when he's fully stuffed, and a higher, mewling whine when he pulls out. The noise gets muffled against Harry in messy, urgent kisses, hands gripping in his curls to keep him there, close, pressed against him. ]
Fuck. Harry.
[ An airy, desperate plea - for more, for him to keep looking at him just like that, for him to continue holding Tim high in his esteem after he's make himself comfortable in his room and blew all his gentlemanly ideas of slow burning courtship out of the water. The truth is, he doesn't need any fancy tricks to please him, the emotional intimacy, the healing balm that he's been to Tim is more than enough. He'd made him feel good before a single hand had gone wandering.
Of course, he always responds to getting stuffed full, too. Harder thrusts make him yelp, open-mouthed moaning with no concern for volume, low and sweet and whimpering, eyes wet from stimulation before he realizes it. Tim's hands move above his head, and he makes a request, so rare when he's not called upon to do so. ]
Hold me down. Want all of you.
[ All of his weight, all of his attention, his entire body covering his own. ]
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Date: 2025-04-22 09:39 pm (UTC)Fuck. Harry.
[ An airy, desperate plea - for more, for him to keep looking at him just like that, for him to continue holding Tim high in his esteem after he's make himself comfortable in his room and blew all his gentlemanly ideas of slow burning courtship out of the water. The truth is, he doesn't need any fancy tricks to please him, the emotional intimacy, the healing balm that he's been to Tim is more than enough. He'd made him feel good before a single hand had gone wandering.
Of course, he always responds to getting stuffed full, too. Harder thrusts make him yelp, open-mouthed moaning with no concern for volume, low and sweet and whimpering, eyes wet from stimulation before he realizes it. Tim's hands move above his head, and he makes a request, so rare when he's not called upon to do so. ]
Hold me down. Want all of you.
[ All of his weight, all of his attention, his entire body covering his own. ]