It feels like a tease, Matt stopping before a bruise can begin to blossom. He wants to be so littered in marks that he can't possibly begin to cover them all or explain them away. So that people will take a look at him and know that he belongs to somebody.

He's never really wanted that before. But everything is different with Matt. Absolutely everything.

Tim finds himself panting, struggling not to moan out loud at the feeling of Matt's mouth on his throat alone. He shifts, rocking his hips up eagerly against Matt's, seeking firm heat and friction.