"You're really begging for it, aren't you." Tim's voice is soft, conversational, not at all moved by Dick's pleas for relief. He knows better. This is what Dick wants, isn't it? To beg and plead but be denied until he's at his wit's end and only then have Tim break him apart?
Tim smoothes his hand up over Dick's abs, appreciating the sweat glistening on them, the flutter in Dick's stomach born from nerves raw on edge.
"The issue is, if I touch you now, you're going to come." Tim stands up, petting through Dick's hair, smoothing it back off his forehead so he can look at those eyes again. "Right?"
Tim's touch feels like everything right now, feels like a lifeline thrown into his burning throes of agony. If he were thinking straight, he'd be impressed by the precision in Tim's words, though it comes as no surprise that Tim cuts straight to the heart of the issue.
Dick's eyes are desperate, widened as Tim straightens, and a keening whine squeezes out of his throat when that touch gets taken away. It takes a beat to register the question over the roar of need coursing through his body.
"No--no, I won't." As if the ring at the base of his cock isn't enough, Tim wants to hear him promise. His head tips back and a full-body shiver wracks his kneeled form as a moan slides from his parted mouth. He loves fingers in his hair. "I promise, Tim. Not 'till you say I can." A hard swallow. "I can earn it. I can make you feel good."
"Yeah? You'll be a good boy for me and wait until I give you permission before you come?" Tim asks it quietly, sweetly, combing through Dick's hair with sincerity. Keeping Dick's head tipped so he's at Tim's mercy, looking up at him like he's the only thing saving him
And honestly, Tim sort of is.
"If that's the case, tell me what you'll do for me. How you'll be good for me and please me."
"I'll be good," he answers immediately, the words choking back another groan that threatens to surface, his eyes sliding shut for a beat as Tim's fingers comb through his hair again. The worst part of this is how gentle Tim's hands are, how the touch threading through his hair feels so loving, yet how firm those words still remain. It's putting him on edge and taking him into unfamiliar territory, somehow making this even hotter than it already is.
"Anything," he promises, opening his eyes again to hazily stare up at Tim, the desire burning hot in his gaze. "I'm yours to use, I'll make you feel so good--let me... get you off, Tim. Would you fuck my mouth? Let me taste you?"
Tim hums, and it's to his credit that it isn't a moan. If there's one thing that's kept him up nights since he was way too young to discuss it in public, it's the thought of Dick Grayson, sucking him off. Even in his wildest fantasies, Dick is always too good, gently guiding him away because he doesn't want to hurt Tim.
But here, now, he's offering. And Tim's shivery with want.
"If you ask nicely," he says, stepping closer to put Dick's mouth against the zip of his fly.
Dick would be so glad to know that Tim holds such a clean image of him, even in his fantasies, though any of his past sexual partners would attest to the opposite. It's only being proven here, by the way his breath shudders out as he turns his face into Tim's fly, lashes falling shut again as he opens wide to mouth over as much of Tim's bulge as he can. He lets those gentle hands guide him whichever way Tim pleased.
"Please?" he says, the word smothered into Tim's jeans, his hot breath dampening the fabric. "Please let me suck you off. I'll do it so good. Want you to feed me your cock, Tim." He wants nothing but to smooth his hands up the back of Tim's thighs, to palm over that cute little perky butt (yes, he's noticed), and pull him in, but all can do is curl his fingers into his palms and find Tim's zipper with his teeth. He tugs it down, all the while looking up at Tim.
Tim closed his eyes for a moment, basking in the attention and pleading tone. Hearing that Dick wants it that badly is definitely getting Tim going--and then Dick takes the fly by his teeth and a shudder passes through Tim's willowy body above him.
"Yeah," he murmurs. "There's my good boy." Tim pets through Dick's hair some more as a praise, like he might for a dog that took a treat gently from his palm. He lets Dick struggle to get the zip down and then helps him by unbuttoning the rest. His scent is strong there, and he's half hard just from seeing Dick like this. There's a flush on his face that says despite how easy he's making it look, this isn't something he does often. "Show me what you can do," he adds, tugging his jeans down to his thighs and stepping closer to smother Dick's face against the bulge in his boxer briefs.
This is better, having something to focus on besides the desperate wanting lighting his body on fire. Like this, he can lean into Tim's fingers, Tim's voice, telling him he's being good. As grateful as he is that Tim undoes the button to his jeans, he's reluctant when he draws back to allow those deft fingers the space they need.
"Mmmm...look at you," he bites his own lip in anticipation as he watches those jeans get pushed down slim hips, unable to help the way his own hips shift when a bead of precum drips down his straining length. As soon as Tim steps in close, Dick presses his face in again, groaning from the musky scent that greets him, pulling him in for more. Wetly, eagerly, he kisses down Tim's length, mouths gently around his sensitive balls, then up again, tonguing along that slowly hardening length over the thin fabric of boxer-briefs. It'll be easy to see that he enjoys this deeply, down to the heated look he gives Tim as he opens his eyes to find the waistband of Tim's underwear with his teeth.
The slightest smile tugging on the corners of his mouth as he peels them down, one that falters again when a pang of desire practically twists torturously inside him as he looks at Tim. He swallows hard as his mouth waters at the sight of Tim's cock. He could only describe it as the most perfect combination of pretty and sexy, and exactly the thing he needed more than anything right now. Without missing another beat, he laps a hot stripe from base to head while watching for Tim's reaction, a thick moan buzzing in his throat as he follows a string of saliva back to Tim's head to taste him.
"Fuck...taste so fucking sweet, baby," he groans against Tim's hot flesh, but his mouth can only be used for one thing at a time and he opts for more of Tim over more words. He tips his head to kiss down Tim's length, letting his erection smear messily along his cheek before tonguing an open-mouthed circumference around the glistening head. He pants, breathing hard as he tries and fails to shuffle closer on his knees, so he ends up arching forward so he can take Tim down between his parted lips in one smooth motion.
It's so good. Better than Tim could have even dreamed it. Dick is so damn enthusiastic, licking and suckling and getting his face messy with Tim's pre. It's something Tim wishes he could hold onto for far longer than it lasts before Dick is impatient and nips his underwear down too. But at this point, Tim will have a hard time stopping him.
He would love to say he's still in control, but fuck if Dick's mouth doesn't make him want to just release Dick from his chains and get on his knees for him.
"That's---so good," he breathes, tipping his head back and then forward again since he can't resist watching. He rewards Dick by stepping closer, feeding the rest inch by inch to Dick until the whole thing is slid in. "Hold me like this a minute. Lemme see how long you can do it."
The flush on Tim’s cheeks is so adorably sexy and it only urges him on, making him want to please Tim even more. The encouragement helps, too, and he hums around a mouthful at the praise. It makes him try even harder, tipping his head back as to suck Tim in as every new inch stuffs into his mouth.
He focuses on breathing through his nose as he watches Tim look down at him, then swallows hard to bite back his gag reflex as Tim bumps against the back of his throat. Still, he can feel his eyes prickling, and his body reacting instinctively to tug against the chains as Tim keeps sliding in still. He tips his head back even more to open up his throat, choking back a moan as Tim says that.
He could never back down from a challenge, so he stays put with the tip of his nose pressed to Tim’s lower abdomen, hazy warm eyes staring up as he feels his throat work around the hardness in his mouth. He can’t breathe like this, can’t move like this, can only stamp down the panic crawling up his chest and sink into the heavy heat pooling in his gut. He wants to please Tim, to impress him, and holds himself in place even when his lungs burn and he starts feeling that intoxicating, fuzzy, light headspace, shutting the whole world down to only Tim standing over him. Tim’s touch, Tim’s voice, Tim’s every movement and every whim.
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Tim smoothes his hand up over Dick's abs, appreciating the sweat glistening on them, the flutter in Dick's stomach born from nerves raw on edge.
"The issue is, if I touch you now, you're going to come." Tim stands up, petting through Dick's hair, smoothing it back off his forehead so he can look at those eyes again. "Right?"
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Dick's eyes are desperate, widened as Tim straightens, and a keening whine squeezes out of his throat when that touch gets taken away. It takes a beat to register the question over the roar of need coursing through his body.
"No--no, I won't." As if the ring at the base of his cock isn't enough, Tim wants to hear him promise. His head tips back and a full-body shiver wracks his kneeled form as a moan slides from his parted mouth. He loves fingers in his hair. "I promise, Tim. Not 'till you say I can." A hard swallow. "I can earn it. I can make you feel good."
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And honestly, Tim sort of is.
"If that's the case, tell me what you'll do for me. How you'll be good for me and please me."
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"Anything," he promises, opening his eyes again to hazily stare up at Tim, the desire burning hot in his gaze. "I'm yours to use, I'll make you feel so good--let me... get you off, Tim. Would you fuck my mouth? Let me taste you?"
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But here, now, he's offering. And Tim's shivery with want.
"If you ask nicely," he says, stepping closer to put Dick's mouth against the zip of his fly.
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"Please?" he says, the word smothered into Tim's jeans, his hot breath dampening the fabric. "Please let me suck you off. I'll do it so good. Want you to feed me your cock, Tim." He wants nothing but to smooth his hands up the back of Tim's thighs, to palm over that cute little perky butt (yes, he's noticed), and pull him in, but all can do is curl his fingers into his palms and find Tim's zipper with his teeth. He tugs it down, all the while looking up at Tim.
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"Yeah," he murmurs. "There's my good boy." Tim pets through Dick's hair some more as a praise, like he might for a dog that took a treat gently from his palm. He lets Dick struggle to get the zip down and then helps him by unbuttoning the rest. His scent is strong there, and he's half hard just from seeing Dick like this. There's a flush on his face that says despite how easy he's making it look, this isn't something he does often. "Show me what you can do," he adds, tugging his jeans down to his thighs and stepping closer to smother Dick's face against the bulge in his boxer briefs.
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"Mmmm...look at you," he bites his own lip in anticipation as he watches those jeans get pushed down slim hips, unable to help the way his own hips shift when a bead of precum drips down his straining length. As soon as Tim steps in close, Dick presses his face in again, groaning from the musky scent that greets him, pulling him in for more. Wetly, eagerly, he kisses down Tim's length, mouths gently around his sensitive balls, then up again, tonguing along that slowly hardening length over the thin fabric of boxer-briefs. It'll be easy to see that he enjoys this deeply, down to the heated look he gives Tim as he opens his eyes to find the waistband of Tim's underwear with his teeth.
The slightest smile tugging on the corners of his mouth as he peels them down, one that falters again when a pang of desire practically twists torturously inside him as he looks at Tim. He swallows hard as his mouth waters at the sight of Tim's cock. He could only describe it as the most perfect combination of pretty and sexy, and exactly the thing he needed more than anything right now. Without missing another beat, he laps a hot stripe from base to head while watching for Tim's reaction, a thick moan buzzing in his throat as he follows a string of saliva back to Tim's head to taste him.
"Fuck...taste so fucking sweet, baby," he groans against Tim's hot flesh, but his mouth can only be used for one thing at a time and he opts for more of Tim over more words. He tips his head to kiss down Tim's length, letting his erection smear messily along his cheek before tonguing an open-mouthed circumference around the glistening head. He pants, breathing hard as he tries and fails to shuffle closer on his knees, so he ends up arching forward so he can take Tim down between his parted lips in one smooth motion.
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He would love to say he's still in control, but fuck if Dick's mouth doesn't make him want to just release Dick from his chains and get on his knees for him.
"That's---so good," he breathes, tipping his head back and then forward again since he can't resist watching. He rewards Dick by stepping closer, feeding the rest inch by inch to Dick until the whole thing is slid in. "Hold me like this a minute. Lemme see how long you can do it."
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He focuses on breathing through his nose as he watches Tim look down at him, then swallows hard to bite back his gag reflex as Tim bumps against the back of his throat. Still, he can feel his eyes prickling, and his body reacting instinctively to tug against the chains as Tim keeps sliding in still. He tips his head back even more to open up his throat, choking back a moan as Tim says that.
He could never back down from a challenge, so he stays put with the tip of his nose pressed to Tim’s lower abdomen, hazy warm eyes staring up as he feels his throat work around the hardness in his mouth. He can’t breathe like this, can’t move like this, can only stamp down the panic crawling up his chest and sink into the heavy heat pooling in his gut. He wants to please Tim, to impress him, and holds himself in place even when his lungs burn and he starts feeling that intoxicating, fuzzy, light headspace, shutting the whole world down to only Tim standing over him. Tim’s touch, Tim’s voice, Tim’s every movement and every whim.