[He can take that one easily; and he leans up, softly dragging his nails up Rawne's bare skin to plant his hands firmly on his hips, using it to lean in and stop teasing the poor man. Makes eye contact as he moves himself up and down Rawne's length, making sure to give the head a good bit of attention with his tongue every time.]
[Rawne can't help but hold his gaze as he moans and gasps and tries not to just immediately come in his mouth. He does shift his weight a little and reaches out to stroke whatever part of Tim he can reach.]
[Tim's hands are within reach, digging into his hips, and so is his head - his hair is thick, too short to get a proper grip on but pleasantly soft and coiled under Rawne's hand.
And Tim takes a deep breath before taking Rawne's entire length in his mouth, pressing a kiss around its base as he deep-throats it.]
[Tim squeezes his hand back, unable to stop his own low moan around the girth in his throat, or the reflexive swallow as he pulls back just long enough to push down again.]
[Tim can tell too - he can taste it, feel Rawne tensing, and he digs his free hand into Rawne's hip, scraping nails while he laps his tongue back up and around his head.]
[Tim manages to keep his mouth completely on Rawne as the man bucks forcefully into him, making sure the spill stays contained and swallowing when Rawne's done, giving his head one last lap to clean him off before he pushes himself up a bit, bracing himself on Rawne's thighs so he can give him a satisfied little grin.]
[Rawne is delightful to kiss, and (after a quick swipe with the heel of his palm at his own mouth) Tim's more than happy to lean up and meet his lips. Even if he has to lift one leg a bit awkwardly because, yeah, he's hard after all that as well.]
[He pulls back from the kiss a little so he can laugh, a little breathlessly.]
I shouldn't. I've got to clean this up and get back to work still.
[Though he's not making any moves to pull away. Still has a hand on Rawne's thigh, strumming idly over a muscle with his thumb. Still moves up to kiss him again.]
[Tim's still standing, which is fine while Rawne tugs at his hips as the belt gets undone, but is an immediate problem when that hand touches him and his knees go instantly weak as he gasps, bracing both hands on the table.]
[All of Tim's glib one liners are completely wiped from his brain when he watches Rawne get down on his knees, and he pulls his pants down, a little awkwardly as he turns, so he can rest his bare ass against the cooler table, facing Rawne.]
Please. [As he lifts a hand to brush Rawne's face and cup his cheek.]
[Rawne smirks up at him cockily, before wrapping one hand around him and sliding his mouth down to meet his fingers. He's not as smooth as Tim at it, but he's enthusiastic.]
[Tim's hips jump when Rawne takes him in hand, but the mouth makes Tim moan, bringing a hand up quickly to shove in his mouth as his back arches, and his exhale is already ragged.]
[Enthusiasm makes up a lot of ground for where experience is wanting, but boy is it doing wonders for Tim right now, and he needs both hands to support himself on the table as his head drops, watching Rawne as his hips buck, struggling to keep rhythm and very much close to the edge.]
[One hand buries in Rawne's hair and clamps on as Tim gasps, rolling into that tightness automatically.]
Fuck, g-god, Rawne--
[His voice is desperate, urgent as he tightens, arches against the table - and it's not long at all before he comes too, with dizzying intensity and a loud, breathless noise.]
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And Tim takes a deep breath before taking Rawne's entire length in his mouth, pressing a kiss around its base as he deep-throats it.]
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[Rawne grabs Tim's hand, nearly sitting up fully before he subsides, moaning aloud.]
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That did make me happy.
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Glad I could provide.
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[Rawne does notice his awkward movement.]
Want a hand?
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I shouldn't. I've got to clean this up and get back to work still.
[Though he's not making any moves to pull away. Still has a hand on Rawne's thigh, strumming idly over a muscle with his thumb. Still moves up to kiss him again.]
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You don't have to...
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Well then...
[He takes Rawne's hand, shifts up slightly so he can guide Rawne's hand to Tim's own belt.]
I suppose you'd better give me a good reason not to.
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Oh, I will.
[He uzips Tim's pants and strokes him through his underwear.]
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Why don't you lean against the table? I'll take care of you.
[He's tall enough he's pretty sure it'll work.]
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Please. [As he lifts a hand to brush Rawne's face and cup his cheek.]
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Fuck, g-god, Rawne--
[His voice is desperate, urgent as he tightens, arches against the table - and it's not long at all before he comes too, with dizzying intensity and a loud, breathless noise.]
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