This isn't how they normally are. Normally, it's fast and rough and desperate, no matter who's on top. Teeth and fingers leave bruises on each other's bodies, hands gripping hair and loud moans wringing from throats as they beg for more. Normally, by now, they'd already be fucking. They'd already be so close to coming.
But this is different. They're sober, tasting of wine. Matt's shirtless and without his glasses and Tim can see the bruises along his rib cage, and he's careful to avoid jostling them. He wonders, suddenly, how many times Matt held him down and fucked him hard when his bones had to be aching.
This time, it's slow. It's slow and they're vulnerable and Tim can feel his heart thumping hard in his chest, not from arousal, but just from Matt's gentle touch. He's sure the other can feel it, and for once he doesn't care.
He doesn't reply out loud, but he puts his hands over Matt's, pressing them closer to his own face, a very definite yes. He never feels more exposed and raw than when Matt's fingers are tracing his face. He feels like this way, Matt can see him better than anybody else has ever been to. He doesn't have the hands of a lawyer, but a fighter, and that slight roughness to his palms makes a little more sense in relation to the bruising.
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Date: 2016-01-13 07:47 am (UTC)But this is different. They're sober, tasting of wine. Matt's shirtless and without his glasses and Tim can see the bruises along his rib cage, and he's careful to avoid jostling them. He wonders, suddenly, how many times Matt held him down and fucked him hard when his bones had to be aching.
This time, it's slow. It's slow and they're vulnerable and Tim can feel his heart thumping hard in his chest, not from arousal, but just from Matt's gentle touch. He's sure the other can feel it, and for once he doesn't care.
He doesn't reply out loud, but he puts his hands over Matt's, pressing them closer to his own face, a very definite yes. He never feels more exposed and raw than when Matt's fingers are tracing his face. He feels like this way, Matt can see him better than anybody else has ever been to. He doesn't have the hands of a lawyer, but a fighter, and that slight roughness to his palms makes a little more sense in relation to the bruising.