He's tired, if he's being honest. He's tired and worn out and no longer wound up from being angry. Now he's left with that feeling of numbness when he looses and it can't be worked out in the gym, now it's Tim that's comforting him.

Matt can't slow down, he's never slowed down, and Tim being somewhat gentle with him is the encouragement he finally needs.

He takes his time, and his hands roam around Tim's face. He's touching the other's cheek bones, feather-light, and he rolls his hips up as he does so, gaze still bland and looking at the ceiling. He can see Tim like this better, and even as they're fucking around, even though Matt's hips rise and fall, he speaks and feels like he sounds like a child.

"You have the best jawline I have ever encountered."