There it is. That tone. Matt's dick is slick with sweat and spit thanks to Tim, and tims fingers pumping him make him shudder visibly. He's dimly aware ofb stitches in his back blossoming, can taste the blood in the air, but right now he puts one hand on top of tim's head, gripping the other's hair tightly. He comes and he comes hard, hopefully onto Tim's face as his hips buck and he shouts tims name, honestly wondering if it's tim's voice or his actions that did most of the work.

He's that good.

"Christ--" He stops moving his hips, but he's still shaking, and he realizes he's come on Tim's face. The hand on the top of tims head moves to brush the other's cheek, catching some of his semen on his fingers and moving said fingers to tim's mouth.

"Jesus christ, Tim."