It's not that Tim never takes control--they switch, and nicely, Matt thinks--but this is a different kind and for the first time in a while Matt feels like he's vulnerable, his red tinted shades off and his shirt off and someone else guiding him, someone else moving on top of him.

Hands curl across his own shoulders and Matt gives a very slight wince, but it's just from the way Tim settles and it's gone almost immediately once Tim grinds against him. It's hard to focus on much of anything other than his own dick getting hard.

Amazing, how fast Tim can turn him on. All it takes is a few kisses and he's good to go.

His gaze is unfocused but not uninterested, staring blankly at the ceiling while he exhales sharply and his hands move. They start at Tim's chest and slowly move their way up, touching, feeling, stopping only to press his thumbnail gently over Tim's nipple. His hands stop only when they're in Tim's hair, pulling him as close as Tim will allow, and he pleased smile flits across his face for a brief moment.

"Let me touch your face," he asks, thumbs hovering over his jaw.