"No you won't," Tim murmurs, and his hand slides up further at the unconscious invitation, palming Matt's cock through his sweatpants, applying just a little pressure. "I'm just takin' care of you."

He shifts, mouth moving to Matt's throat, kissing lightly before latching on, sucking a pretty red mark into Matt's pale skin. It's different from the bruises already littering Matt's body. This one is made of lust and love, not born of violence and vengeance. It makes it prettier, more elegant, and not unsettling like the purple bruises that are healing on Matt's ribcage.

He moves, getting down on the floor on his knees, settling himself between Matt's spread legs. His hand is still rubbing Matt through his sweats, firm but slow as he gazes up at the other.

"Besides. You know how much I love doin' this."