Bad at talking, knowing when to stop, when to go on, Dick had no idea what he was doing here with Tim, beyond drowning. It felt like he could continue on this path and who knew where it would take them both. There was a lot to take on in one night, but this singular influx of desire had been shooting across Dick's nerves for longer than he wanted to ever express. How many times had his fantasies shifted in the middle to dark shocks of hair and Tim's vibrant blue eyes. Curves became sharp planes, and now he was feeling all of this for real.
The way Tim flowed across his palate only made Dick hungry for so much more. Anytime he thought about pulling away, about stopping, he'd find another spot, another bit to lick or nip at that had him eagerly brandishing forward instead of breaking away. When Tim pulled back to take off his shirt, Dick inhaled deeply. He'd seen Tim without a shirt plenty of times, but this was so impossibly different. This was for Dick alone. Cautious fingers reached up and ran along the planes of his stomach, the slope of muscles in his chest.
They all worked terribly hard for the bodies they had, and Tim was no different. He might be the brains of the outfit, but he was a bird and built like one as well. "Fuck." Dick whispered, and bit at his lip. He leaned forward and kissed the side of Tim's neck, then lower, across his collarbone, lapping up little tiny marks that would only last the night, sucking them as he moved along the other male's shoulder.
Moving back to lick into Tim's mouth, Dick brought his own shirt up and over his head, barely breaking the short eager kisses to do it. What they lacked in length, they made up for in depth. Dick licked, bit and sucked at Tim's mouth, losing all desire to restrain himself. "If you want me to stop, tell me." He moved in as close as humanly possible, needing to feel the closest contact between their bodies he could manage.
@prettyredbird
Bad at talking, knowing when to stop, when to go on, Dick had no idea what he was doing here with Tim, beyond drowning. It felt like he could continue on this path and who knew where it would take them both. There was a lot to take on in one night, but this singular influx of desire had been shooting across Dick's nerves for longer than he wanted to ever express. How many times had his fantasies shifted in the middle to dark shocks of hair and Tim's vibrant blue eyes. Curves became sharp planes, and now he was feeling all of this for real.
The way Tim flowed across his palate only made Dick hungry for so much more. Anytime he thought about pulling away, about stopping, he'd find another spot, another bit to lick or nip at that had him eagerly brandishing forward instead of breaking away. When Tim pulled back to take off his shirt, Dick inhaled deeply. He'd seen Tim without a shirt plenty of times, but this was so impossibly different. This was for Dick alone. Cautious fingers reached up and ran along the planes of his stomach, the slope of muscles in his chest.
They all worked terribly hard for the bodies they had, and Tim was no different. He might be the brains of the outfit, but he was a bird and built like one as well. "Fuck." Dick whispered, and bit at his lip. He leaned forward and kissed the side of Tim's neck, then lower, across his collarbone, lapping up little tiny marks that would only last the night, sucking them as he moved along the other male's shoulder.
Moving back to lick into Tim's mouth, Dick brought his own shirt up and over his head, barely breaking the short eager kisses to do it. What they lacked in length, they made up for in depth. Dick licked, bit and sucked at Tim's mouth, losing all desire to restrain himself. "If you want me to stop, tell me." He moved in as close as humanly possible, needing to feel the closest contact between their bodies he could manage.