There's nothing about this that Tim doesn't absolutely fucking love. The desperate intensity, the hand expertly stroking his cock just right, Matt's bruising grip against his skin, the rough way he's being kissed, hard enough to make his lips bleed and leave his mouth tasting sharply of copper. The way he can still hear Matt saying his name in his head.

It's perfect. It's more than perfect. It'll leave him pleasantly sore, with bruises on his throat and his hips and his ass, his lips swollen and raw. It's everything he wants, and it's Matt.

He's rocking his hips hard in time with Matt's thrusts, fingers pressing harder into the other's shoulders. It's too perfect, maybe. He can already feel that heat pooling in his stomach, can already feel himself getting close.