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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"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.