[Tim is all his right now, the stripes on his ass as good as a brand. It fills Harry with a sense of fierce possessiveness that adds to his arousal. He pulls away and takes himself in hand, slicking his cock up and then just stroking a bit because it feels good. (And maybe to make Tim wait just a little.)
He turns back to Tim and lines himself up, one hand on Tim's lower back. With a low groan he pushes himself in slowly until he's fully seated.
[ Tim squirms, impatient, and juts his ass up as high as he can while still looking behind him, at Harry and his hand wrapped firm around his own cock. A low, whining noise reverberates from the back of his throat, greedy as charged, he wants it inside him, wants to be stretched open on it until the brand he's left him stings, so he can't forget for a single moment.
When it finally happens, Tim sings, a melody of gasps and grunts from the first push to the hilt, the red stripes on his ass pressing against Harry's body. It's his favorite part, the second round of punishment mixed with his pleasure. ]
[ The light reprimand earns him a restless little groan and a tensing in his thighs, forcing himself to remain still rather than taking it upon himself to fuck back onto him. Heat boils in him, and with it, the promise of reward for taking his punishment, for letting Harry have things his way.
Tim closes his eyes, focusing on the delicious friction of Harry's cock pushing slowly in and out of him, the luxurious drag against the most sensitive parts of him thst make his spine tingle and his cock twitch and dribble, a familiar mess in their cozy little tent.
As if on cue, he invites Tim to touch himself, and he does, as he only ever does on demand, taking himself in hand and stroking slow, in tune to Harry's thrusts. ]
[Harry can't help but smile - once of the first things he'd needed explained to him was 'daddy' as a sexual term. His naivete seems funny to him now.
Harry keeps giving Tim slowly but the force with which he drives himself forward increases. He can feel the slap of Tim's ass against him, can imagine the little sting the must accompany it every time.
That more than anything is what gets him to speed up.]
[ Harry's come a long way, from asking about basic terms and looking for permission just to kiss him, to threesomes and slapping his ass. He won't give himself all the credit, but the sex only gets better, the more comfortable Harry becomes with himself.
Pride and pain. The sharp sting of the raw stripes on his ass scratching against the hair on Harry's thighs, the heat swirling in his gut with every thrust. Breathy moans spill from his mouth each time his cockhead brushes his prostate, and gasps every time he pulls away. Tim's body tenses, winding tighter and tighter until he stops jerking himself in time with the harder, faster thrusts, and squeezes around the base of his cock instead, trying to last a little longer. ]
[ The slap makes him yelp and clench, tightening around Harry, his whole body coiled and just waiting for the tension to spring. It has him wobbling right on the edge, from his thighs to his hands, clumsily resuming their workings over his own cock until he can meet his lover's demands. ]
Harry.
[ High and airy, the last thing out of his mouth before he comes, white hot onto the squeaky nylon of the sleeping bag. ]
[It's exquisite. The hot clench around his cock, his name on Tim's tongue. Harry abandons any thought at all, then, gripping Tim's hips and fixing into him as hard and as fast as he can manage.
When he comes he gasps shallowly and folds over, hips jerking and stuttering. When he can think again he presses kisses to Tim's back.]
[ He's spent, but Harry keeps going, keeping him full as he rides it out. The clapping against his raw stinging cheeks only amplifies the peak of his pleasure, a stronger focus to overwrite that pain.
He keens, squirming and whining on each overstimulating thrust, until the final shuddering gasp, the mess filling him that feels warm and satisfying. Romantic, in a way. If he were a woman he'd elevate his hips in hopes that it would take, and he'd have the joy of something of Harry's growing inside him - but this is perfectly satisfying, these slow, lingering kisses on his back, the pleasant ache in his muscles. Tim grins, looking behind him with sweat slicked over his forehead, soft and warm and quite pleased with himself. ]
[ Tim reaches for a sock to mop up the miss beneath him, and then stretches out, savoring the soreness in his knees and his backside, before snuggling up against Harry. He laughs with him, giddy from the hormones, the praise, the warm calm washing over him. ]
I love you too.
[ With a pleased, smitten smooch pressed to his lips. ]
Against a bag of sugar.
[ Giggling, with the silliness of it. But he wanted Harry to be the first to use it properly, he did make it special for him, after all. ]
[That pulls a full laugh from Harry, right from the belly. Just the image of Tim whapping a bag of sugar, possibly with Koby perched in the background...]
Sorry. Oh. Oh, that's delightful.
And you are, too. My good boy. [More kisses, soft and sweet.] Do you want any water, my most dearest darling?
[ Tim’s laughter continues. Yes, it was ridiculous, and yes, he felt ridiculous doing it, but what was he supposed to do? If it broke on impact, his humiliation would have killed the mood! ]
You’re such a sap. [ Grinning ear to ear - this is not a complaint. ] Water would be nice, though. Maybe something soothing for my backside?
[He has to move away so he can get Tim a bottle of water and a cold pack out of the little cooler in their tent. The latter he wraps in a handkerchief before he sits.
He hands Tim the water and gestures for him to turn so he can put the cold pack against his ass.]
Thank you. That was... just wonderful, Tim. It's been a trying few days.
[ Tim holds his hand as he rises, smiling up at him as he lets it slip from his fingers. After a soft thank you and a chug of water, he flips onto his stomach, closing his eyes in satisfied bliss as he's taken care of, the cold pack a pleasant relief. ]
I know it has.
[ He'd gotten involved in the med tent debate, himself. And even if he hadn't, he'd have Harry's back if he's being insulted, whether it's Stephen Strange or the president of the United States.
...perhaps a bad example, with Ash and Embry around. But the sentiment stands. ]
Good timing to finish the project, let you work out some frustration.
[Harry cools Tim's ass, feeling a deep satisfaction as he does so. He loves the act of inflicting pain, but the art of aftercare appeals to him so deeply that engaging in it makes his soul happy.]
It means much that you engraved it. I... one of the things I had with me, aboard Erebus, was engraved silverware. It just feels so special.
The G isn't as rounded as I wanted it to be. [ what was that Koby was saying, about Tim not being able to take a compliment? ] But I'm glad you like it.
[ He makes a motion with his hand over his mouth, as if he's zipping his lips. ]
That's sweet. It would be nice to have something from Maggie. I mean, I have the photo album, but that's not the same. Maybe the library could give something back to you.
I'm not sure. I suppose... i suppose because it makes it seem real in a tangible way. Right now, people know me as just a man. From another time, yes, but most people don't care to ask about it.
But if I have something, something dear to me, well. Then it's an artifact. An antique. Proof that I lived and died long before most of you. It feels strange.
I'm not sure what I'd want, anyway. I had so little left.
[ Tim beams at that, stretches one hand behind him to take Harry’s. That he would treasure just a photograph of the two of them together over anything from home puts a warmth in his chest that he almost can’t contain, doesn’t know where to put it all. It almost feels wrong to be so happy, like they’re defying this place, and it’s only a matter of time before it comes back on them.
But he just can’t help it. ]
I get that. The things I was doing back home are history, today. I’ll be seventy-seven, if I make it to 2007 in my regular life. There’s no guarantee of that. Any time it comes up, it feels weird.
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Date: 2025-08-26 01:42 am (UTC)[Tim is all his right now, the stripes on his ass as good as a brand. It fills Harry with a sense of fierce possessiveness that adds to his arousal. He pulls away and takes himself in hand, slicking his cock up and then just stroking a bit because it feels good. (And maybe to make Tim wait just a little.)
He turns back to Tim and lines himself up, one hand on Tim's lower back. With a low groan he pushes himself in slowly until he's fully seated.
He rocks his hips, gentle to start.]
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Date: 2025-08-28 05:03 am (UTC)When it finally happens, Tim sings, a melody of gasps and grunts from the first push to the hilt, the red stripes on his ass pressing against Harry's body. It's his favorite part, the second round of punishment mixed with his pleasure. ]
I need you. Please.
[ Pushing back on him, impatiently. ]
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Date: 2025-08-28 04:21 pm (UTC)[Harry has the urge to just fuck Tim hard from the start, but that desperate push back decides him: he'll draw it out a little.
So Harry rolls his hips slowly, drawing back as far as he can without slipping out, then pushing forward again.]
You may touch yourself.
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Date: 2025-08-28 06:06 pm (UTC)Tim closes his eyes, focusing on the delicious friction of Harry's cock pushing slowly in and out of him, the luxurious drag against the most sensitive parts of him thst make his spine tingle and his cock twitch and dribble, a familiar mess in their cozy little tent.
As if on cue, he invites Tim to touch himself, and he does, as he only ever does on demand, taking himself in hand and stroking slow, in tune to Harry's thrusts. ]
Thank you, Daddy.
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Date: 2025-08-28 08:02 pm (UTC)Harry keeps giving Tim slowly but the force with which he drives himself forward increases. He can feel the slap of Tim's ass against him, can imagine the little sting the must accompany it every time.
That more than anything is what gets him to speed up.]
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Date: 2025-08-29 03:37 am (UTC)Pride and pain. The sharp sting of the raw stripes on his ass scratching against the hair on Harry's thighs, the heat swirling in his gut with every thrust. Breathy moans spill from his mouth each time his cockhead brushes his prostate, and gasps every time he pulls away. Tim's body tenses, winding tighter and tighter until he stops jerking himself in time with the harder, faster thrusts, and squeezes around the base of his cock instead, trying to last a little longer. ]
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Date: 2025-08-29 04:14 am (UTC)He can feel himself skating close to the edge of orgasm. He slaps Tim's ass sharply with one hand.]
Spend, Tim. I need to feel you around me.
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Date: 2025-08-29 02:27 pm (UTC)Harry.
[ High and airy, the last thing out of his mouth before he comes, white hot onto the squeaky nylon of the sleeping bag. ]
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Date: 2025-08-29 05:40 pm (UTC)[It's exquisite. The hot clench around his cock, his name on Tim's tongue. Harry abandons any thought at all, then, gripping Tim's hips and fixing into him as hard and as fast as he can manage.
When he comes he gasps shallowly and folds over, hips jerking and stuttering. When he can think again he presses kisses to Tim's back.]
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Date: 2025-08-29 06:32 pm (UTC)He keens, squirming and whining on each overstimulating thrust, until the final shuddering gasp, the mess filling him that feels warm and satisfying. Romantic, in a way. If he were a woman he'd elevate his hips in hopes that it would take, and he'd have the joy of something of Harry's growing inside him - but this is perfectly satisfying, these slow, lingering kisses on his back, the pleasant ache in his muscles. Tim grins, looking behind him with sweat slicked over his forehead, soft and warm and quite pleased with himself. ]
Did you like it? The cane, I mean.
[ The rest, he's confident about. ]
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Date: 2025-08-29 09:36 pm (UTC)[A sigh and a grunt as he pulls out and nearly falls over. Chuckling, he sits and looks at Tim adoringly.]
And I love it, yes. I feel like... like a particularly stern headmaster.
It handles fantastically. Did you test it?
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Date: 2025-08-29 09:44 pm (UTC)I love you too.
[ With a pleased, smitten smooch pressed to his lips. ]
Against a bag of sugar.
[ Giggling, with the silliness of it. But he wanted Harry to be the first to use it properly, he did make it special for him, after all. ]
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Date: 2025-08-29 10:12 pm (UTC)Sorry. Oh. Oh, that's delightful.
And you are, too. My good boy. [More kisses, soft and sweet.] Do you want any water, my most dearest darling?
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Date: 2025-08-29 10:23 pm (UTC)You’re such a sap. [ Grinning ear to ear - this is not a complaint. ] Water would be nice, though. Maybe something soothing for my backside?
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Date: 2025-08-29 10:57 pm (UTC)[He has to move away so he can get Tim a bottle of water and a cold pack out of the little cooler in their tent. The latter he wraps in a handkerchief before he sits.
He hands Tim the water and gestures for him to turn so he can put the cold pack against his ass.]
Thank you. That was... just wonderful, Tim. It's been a trying few days.
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Date: 2025-08-30 12:32 am (UTC)I know it has.
[ He'd gotten involved in the med tent debate, himself. And even if he hadn't, he'd have Harry's back if he's being insulted, whether it's Stephen Strange or the president of the United States.
...perhaps a bad example, with Ash and Embry around. But the sentiment stands. ]
Good timing to finish the project, let you work out some frustration.
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Date: 2025-08-30 01:14 am (UTC)[Harry cools Tim's ass, feeling a deep satisfaction as he does so. He loves the act of inflicting pain, but the art of aftercare appeals to him so deeply that engaging in it makes his soul happy.]
It means much that you engraved it. I... one of the things I had with me, aboard Erebus, was engraved silverware. It just feels so special.
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Date: 2025-08-30 08:39 pm (UTC)Engraved for you? Or a family heirloom?
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Date: 2025-08-30 11:07 pm (UTC)For me. It was a gift from my brother.
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Date: 2025-08-31 12:07 am (UTC)That's sweet. It would be nice to have something from Maggie. I mean, I have the photo album, but that's not the same. Maybe the library could give something back to you.
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Date: 2025-08-31 12:26 am (UTC)Ah, no. Although the photographs are such a wonderful, wonderful thing. I told you I saved yours from my room, yes?
Ah. Perhaps. I know it must seem odd but I'm very reluctant to get anything from home.
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Date: 2025-09-01 05:33 am (UTC)[ Wiggling his butt as Harry tends to him. ]
Why's that?
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Date: 2025-09-01 05:39 am (UTC)[The wiggling earns a little pat.]
I'm not sure. I suppose... i suppose because it makes it seem real in a tangible way. Right now, people know me as just a man. From another time, yes, but most people don't care to ask about it.
But if I have something, something dear to me, well. Then it's an artifact. An antique. Proof that I lived and died long before most of you. It feels strange.
I'm not sure what I'd want, anyway. I had so little left.
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Date: 2025-09-01 02:36 pm (UTC)But he just can’t help it. ]
I get that. The things I was doing back home are history, today. I’ll be seventy-seven, if I make it to 2007 in my regular life. There’s no guarantee of that. Any time it comes up, it feels weird.
[ Rolling onto his side, to face him: ]
Not even something from before Erebus?
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Date: 2025-09-02 12:30 am (UTC)[He turns a bit too, so they can see each other easily.]
No. I don't think so. I'd rather focus on the present than be haunted by the past.
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