The praise was like music to his ears, only increased his desire to earn more of it. "Dick," Tim panted against his lips when he felt how hard the older vigilante was. All for him. He needed more of the delicious friction, wanted to know what it would feel like without his stupid jeans in the way. But that would mean getting off of Dick's lap and he wasn't ready to do that just yet. The pleasure was a new high for him, beyond anything that he had experienced with anyone else that he'd messed around with. It was hotter and all the more special because it of the bond the two of them shared.
The sound that left Tim when his nipples were abused was a little higher pitched, a gasp of delight at how good it felt. Without even thinking his hands moved to Dick's hair, brushing through the soft strands to encourage more of the sensation. "God, Dick, I-" A moan cut him off, louder this time as he gave Dick's hair a soft tug. Tim was so quiet normally, even beyond his training in stealth. That he was willing to let the older man hear how good he felt said an awful lot.
A coquettish little smile pulled onto his lips when Dick told him that he wanted him. Tim slid his hand down the older man's chest, gently pushing himself up and off of his lap. Instantly, he regretted it, but told himself that it would be worth it for what he wanted to do next. First, his hands moved to his own jeans, popping the button and sliding them down off of his slim hips and letting them fall to the floor. Tim was left in nothing but tight black boxer briefs, but he didn't stay still for long.
The younger of the two moved to his knees on the floor, gazing up at Dick with his eyes practically glowing. "I want to... will you let me blow you?" Heat rose in his cheeks at actually verbalizing it, but he knew he needed to ask for what he wanted. Tim placed his hands on top of Dick's thighs and leaned in to nuzzle at the inside of his knee. "Please."
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The sound that left Tim when his nipples were abused was a little higher pitched, a gasp of delight at how good it felt. Without even thinking his hands moved to Dick's hair, brushing through the soft strands to encourage more of the sensation. "God, Dick, I-" A moan cut him off, louder this time as he gave Dick's hair a soft tug. Tim was so quiet normally, even beyond his training in stealth. That he was willing to let the older man hear how good he felt said an awful lot.
A coquettish little smile pulled onto his lips when Dick told him that he wanted him. Tim slid his hand down the older man's chest, gently pushing himself up and off of his lap. Instantly, he regretted it, but told himself that it would be worth it for what he wanted to do next. First, his hands moved to his own jeans, popping the button and sliding them down off of his slim hips and letting them fall to the floor. Tim was left in nothing but tight black boxer briefs, but he didn't stay still for long.
The younger of the two moved to his knees on the floor, gazing up at Dick with his eyes practically glowing. "I want to... will you let me blow you?" Heat rose in his cheeks at actually verbalizing it, but he knew he needed to ask for what he wanted. Tim placed his hands on top of Dick's thighs and leaned in to nuzzle at the inside of his knee. "Please."