The rough sound of Tim's groan shot through Dick like a ricocheting bullet. It bounced off parts of Dick that he had no clue were even minimally sexual on the byway to his cock. It didn't matter that he'd recently come rather spectacularly; it seemed that everything that Tim was doing was only serving to move back through Dick's sensual pathways forcing his body right back to the state it had been in previously, only overtly more sensitive.

Not that Dick was truly paying attention. The night bird was far more engrossed in what he was doing. He was determined to hear more from Tim and to see if he could make the younger male come apart at every little seam like Tim had done when he did this to Dick. Wetting his lips further, Dick used the spit and come to lubricate the surface of Tim's cock as he tried to see how far he could take it.

Having had this done on himself, he wasn't stupid. Dick knew that the more he could take, the better it would feel. He also knew that Tim wouldn't ask for Dick to take more than he could handle the first time or probably any time after. It was already becoming apparent that Tim liked to please Dick if his hoarse voice was anything to judge things by. Eventually, Tim's leaking cock hit the very back of Dick's throat, pressing against the soft tissue there, right before cutting off his air supply.

Taking a deep breath, Dick pushed a little further and brought himself back up, then down again. He worked himself into a furious bob. He moaned as he went down now, eagerly slurping and making a huge mess as he fucked Tim with his mouth. His hands ran up and down the younger male's thighs and up his chest, pinching his nipples. Everything was an encouragement, urging him to hit that perfect place. That one that would have him crying out and drowning Dick in Tim's pleasure.