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"That's what I'm thinking of," he says, "people are... well, there's been a lot of murders lately and maybe this'll cut down on those."
"Let me know if there's anything at all I can do to help."
Says Quentin, loyally- he'll leave it in his hands, but he really hopes it happens.
Says Quentin, loyally- he'll leave it in his hands, but he really hopes it happens.
"I will."
Though it'd probably be more advice on how to deal with people than anything else.
Though it'd probably be more advice on how to deal with people than anything else.
[Continued from here.]
[Tim smiles back, and it's more than a bit cheeky; but he certainly obeys the request, and lets his hands drag down Rawne's backside again - this time with a hint of nail dragging across the fabric as he does, just to see if it does anything for Rawne.]
[Tim smiles back, and it's more than a bit cheeky; but he certainly obeys the request, and lets his hands drag down Rawne's backside again - this time with a hint of nail dragging across the fabric as he does, just to see if it does anything for Rawne.]
[Oh, it does. He gasps and pushes his hips back into Tim.]
[He lets out a surprised, soft exhale at the buck into his hands, and grins.]
You want to roll over for me?
[Because he's shifting off the table now, to give Rawne the space to roll over if he does.]
You want to roll over for me?
[Because he's shifting off the table now, to give Rawne the space to roll over if he does.]
[Rawne rolls over carefully. He's obviously aroused, but he makes no move to hide it.]
Is this the happy ending?
Is this the happy ending?
Only if you want it to finish right now.
[That being said, he's eyeing Rawne's arousal with a bit of desire in his own eyes, and he climbs easily back onto the massage table to straddle Rawne's thighs, keeping his hips well clear of Rawne's but leaning forward to slide his hands under the shirt, deliberately this time, and ghosting the shape of Rawne's abs with his fingertips.]
There's still the rest of the massage left.
[That being said, he's eyeing Rawne's arousal with a bit of desire in his own eyes, and he climbs easily back onto the massage table to straddle Rawne's thighs, keeping his hips well clear of Rawne's but leaning forward to slide his hands under the shirt, deliberately this time, and ghosting the shape of Rawne's abs with his fingertips.]
There's still the rest of the massage left.
I don't want it over that quickly.
[He arches into Tim's touch and reaches out to touch him back.]
[He arches into Tim's touch and reaches out to touch him back.]
[Tim's knees are tight against Rawne's thighs, but his arms are closer, moving now to push Rawne's shirt up properly to expose his chest fully, digging his thumbs gently into the front of his shoulders before he trails down again, putting his palms flat over Rawne's nipples and pressing gently to start 'massaging' his pecs.]
[Rawne grabs his shoulders as thrusts his hips up against Tim.]
Sensitive!
Sensitive!
[Between Rawne's tight grip and the sudden buck into his own privates, Tim's gasp is a bit more vocal out of sheer surprise.]
My bad.
[It's almost more of a moan, but he's still fixing Rawne's short again, pulling it down over his pecs again and gently pressing on his covered shoulders, back in a more regular massage along his collarbone and joints.]
My bad.
[It's almost more of a moan, but he's still fixing Rawne's short again, pulling it down over his pecs again and gently pressing on his covered shoulders, back in a more regular massage along his collarbone and joints.]
S'okay. Just... it's been a while.
[The only other person who's touched him skin to skin in years was Norton. He's still getting used to it.]
[The only other person who's touched him skin to skin in years was Norton. He's still getting used to it.]
That's alright.
[While he's leaning in on Rawne's shoulders he leans in, and kisses Rawne, gently, softly on the lips. His own shirt is brushing faintly over Rawne's stomach.]
We'll get you adjusted again in no time.
[While he's leaning in on Rawne's shoulders he leans in, and kisses Rawne, gently, softly on the lips. His own shirt is brushing faintly over Rawne's stomach.]
We'll get you adjusted again in no time.
[Rawne kisses back eagerly and pushes a hand under Tim's shirt, stroking his ribs.]
Just keep doing that.
Just keep doing that.
[The touch on his bare ribs makes him shiver, goosebumps rising automatic, but Tim just smiles, and leans down and in to kiss him again.
Adjusts his position so that, with some care, he can rest his ass on Rawne's hips, and gently presses his weight down a fraction.]
Adjusts his position so that, with some care, he can rest his ass on Rawne's hips, and gently presses his weight down a fraction.]
[Rawne slides his hand down and around to Tim's ass and presses his hips up, but carefully. The last things he wants is to make the table fall apart and he's not sure how sturdy it is.]
[His breath catches in his throat and comes out as a shuddering gasp against Rawne's lips, and he can feel himself growing hard against Rawne.
He's holding himself up entirely with his core as he traces his hands up towards Rawne's neck, cupping his fingers behind to draw long strokes up his spine and into the edge of his hairline.]
He's holding himself up entirely with his core as he traces his hands up towards Rawne's neck, cupping his fingers behind to draw long strokes up his spine and into the edge of his hairline.]
[Rawne arches his back, shivering at the touch. He deepens their kiss, pressing his luck a little.]
[His luck is rewarded with Tim opening his mouth and taking Rawne's bottom lip in his teeth for a moment, before he presses his tongue against Rawne's with a soft moan; trailing his thumbs up the sides of Rawne's neck to cup his face in both hands and brush his thumbs over Rawne's temples before he runs them down his ears and massaging the space behind his lobes.]
[Rawne gives up control of the kiss to Tim, sliding his tongue against his. He squirms a little. His pants are way too tight right now.]
[He has to brace himself now, one hand flat on the table beside Rawne's head and the other fully burying itself in Rawne's hair to hold him in their deep kiss - but he can also feel the man squirming, and he's not so far gone that he's not paying attention to his partner's needs. Rawne must be aching already.
He doesn't particularly want to, but he gives Rawne's tongue one last quick nip before he swings a leg up and off of Rawne, so he can slide, a little weak-kneed, onto the floor again, but he traces the hand supporting Rawne's neck down his neck, ghosting nails down his chest and abs and resting on the buckle of his pants, trying not to put too much pressure on the obvious bulge.]
If I finish you now, I'll still give you the rest of the massage afterwards.
He doesn't particularly want to, but he gives Rawne's tongue one last quick nip before he swings a leg up and off of Rawne, so he can slide, a little weak-kneed, onto the floor again, but he traces the hand supporting Rawne's neck down his neck, ghosting nails down his chest and abs and resting on the buckle of his pants, trying not to put too much pressure on the obvious bulge.]
If I finish you now, I'll still give you the rest of the massage afterwards.
[Rawne reaches for Tim when he moves, but he subsides when he realizes where it's headed.]
Please? I'm...
[He gestures at himself.]
Please.
Please? I'm...
[He gestures at himself.]
Please.
[Tim grins, warm and wanting, and undoes Rawne's pants with an almost lazy motion of his hand.]
Scoot down a little.
[Because he's trailing a hand down Rawne's thigh and standing at the far end of the table, leaning both hands on the edges of it and leaning forward, entirely unsubtly. This is why he locked the door earlier.]
Scoot down a little.
[Because he's trailing a hand down Rawne's thigh and standing at the far end of the table, leaning both hands on the edges of it and leaning forward, entirely unsubtly. This is why he locked the door earlier.]
Ok.
[Rawne shifts down and tries to push his pants down a little more. He's relaxed enough that he can't quite manage it.]
[Rawne shifts down and tries to push his pants down a little more. He's relaxed enough that he can't quite manage it.]
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