Hot come hits his face, and it's exactly what he wants. Watching Matt shaking apart, losing every piece of control he ever possesed. The hand is tight in his hair and Matt yells his name and it's perfect.

This is perfect.

Tim murmurs a wordless approval, still stroking his own hard, leaking cock at a slow, steady pace. Matt's fingers brush his face, wiping up some of the come, and Tim takes them into his mouth, sucking in an almost greedy way. He licks some off his chin as he pulls back, gaze still trained intently on Matt's face.

"Better?"