[ It brings Harry just near enough to rut against his stomach, the wetness at his cockhead smearing messily over him as he pounds into Tim. Pleasures compound together, every physical sensation and the music of his own name in his ear prove overwhelming, and the tears finally fall from his eyes, happy tears of someone with so many new, deeply loving feelings that he can't contain it all.
He breathes his name back to him, Tim-Harry, Tim-Harry, a call and response like some gospel song. ]
I am, I--
[ With the gasp of a drowning man, he comes, squirming and pulling Harry as close as he can so he can make his mess between them. His body tightens around him, clenching to milk every drop of him while he's still inside. A piece of him that Tim can carry around for a while, a bit of filth shared between them.
Panting and slicked with a thin sheen of sweat alongside his own spend, he relaxes, his body sinking heavy into the mattress. As soon as his hands are free, he wraps them around Harry, holding him close, not quite ready to give up this warmth, this beautiful, intimate moment. ]
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He breathes his name back to him, Tim-Harry, Tim-Harry, a call and response like some gospel song. ]
I am, I--
[ With the gasp of a drowning man, he comes, squirming and pulling Harry as close as he can so he can make his mess between them. His body tightens around him, clenching to milk every drop of him while he's still inside. A piece of him that Tim can carry around for a while, a bit of filth shared between them.
Panting and slicked with a thin sheen of sweat alongside his own spend, he relaxes, his body sinking heavy into the mattress. As soon as his hands are free, he wraps them around Harry, holding him close, not quite ready to give up this warmth, this beautiful, intimate moment. ]