This, he thinks, probably falls under the category of torture. And Tim knows Matt's doing it on purpose the second he feels that grin against his throat. Hips rock hard and sudden against his own, and Tim's jerk upwards in response, a groan building low in the back of his throat. He tries to arch forward again, to grind his hips up a second time, but Matt's got him pinned.
Tim had always wondered how Matt got to be so damn strong, all hard packed muscle, and quick, easy movements. There aren't many people who can easily pin Tim down successfully, after all. Now he doesn't have to wonder.
"You're a bastard," he breathes, head tilting back to expose his throat, begging without words for Matt to leave him marked at bruised. His stomach dips beneath Matt's touch, and he narrowly swallows down what would've been an incredibly embarrassing whimper.
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Date: 2016-09-02 09:04 pm (UTC)Tim had always wondered how Matt got to be so damn strong, all hard packed muscle, and quick, easy movements. There aren't many people who can easily pin Tim down successfully, after all. Now he doesn't have to wonder.
"You're a bastard," he breathes, head tilting back to expose his throat, begging without words for Matt to leave him marked at bruised. His stomach dips beneath Matt's touch, and he narrowly swallows down what would've been an incredibly embarrassing whimper.