Matt's eyes are still closed, a swallowing a lump in his throat as Tim continues to touch and tease, a perfect build up. That hand goes under his briefs and his nostrils flare, lips parting just a bit. He'd love to grab him and kiss him, but right now he'd essentially St the other's mercy. It's something Matt is oddly okay with.

His mouth quirks into a half smile--the kiss on his wrist, those words. He's about to say something when Tim does it. Just a subtle lowering of that already beautiful voice does a number of things--he moans, unable to help himself, his hand tightens on the other's jawline out of surprise and he's rock fucking hard in Tim's hands.

"/Tim/," He says, as if warning the other sternly. "Not fair."