That's it, that's exactly what he needs. Matt calling him baby, the praising, the other's fingers in his mouth despite his face having long been wiped clean. Tim's breathing picks up, hitching briefly in his throat just half a second before he comes.
He moans loudly around Matt's fingers, unconcerned with things like neighbors and volume control, hips bucking into his hand. He spills his load onto the floor between his knees, also unconcerned with the mess he's currently making, and how sticky his face is, and how this was really supposed to be about Matt getting off, not him, but it looks like they've both won. He'll need a shower after this. They both will, probably.
His legs are shaking as he stands up, not saying anything as he climbs onto the couch. He's careful not to disturb any wounds, but he straddles one of Matt's thighs, leaning down to kiss him slow and deep.
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Date: 2016-09-02 04:20 am (UTC)He moans loudly around Matt's fingers, unconcerned with things like neighbors and volume control, hips bucking into his hand. He spills his load onto the floor between his knees, also unconcerned with the mess he's currently making, and how sticky his face is, and how this was really supposed to be about Matt getting off, not him, but it looks like they've both won. He'll need a shower after this. They both will, probably.
His legs are shaking as he stands up, not saying anything as he climbs onto the couch. He's careful not to disturb any wounds, but he straddles one of Matt's thighs, leaning down to kiss him slow and deep.