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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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.