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[major_rawne]

I don't want it over that quickly.

[He arches into Tim's touch and reaches out to touch him back.]

[statementfuckingends]

[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.]

[major_rawne]

[Rawne grabs his shoulders as thrusts his hips up against Tim.]

Sensitive!

[statementfuckingends]

[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.]

[major_rawne]

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.]

[statementfuckingends]

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.

[major_rawne]

[Rawne kisses back eagerly and pushes a hand under Tim's shirt, stroking his ribs.]

Just keep doing that.

[statementfuckingends]

[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.]

[major_rawne]

[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.]

[statementfuckingends]

[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.]

[major_rawne]

[Rawne arches his back, shivering at the touch. He deepens their kiss, pressing his luck a little.]

[statementfuckingends]

[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.]

[major_rawne]

[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.]

[statementfuckingends]

[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.

[major_rawne]

[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.

[statementfuckingends]

[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.]

[major_rawne]

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.]

[statementfuckingends]

[That's alright - Tim is more than willing to help with those. He hooks his fingers under the band of Rawne's restricting clothes to help carefully remove them, and uses his hand to carefully free Rawne's length as well - wraps his hand around it gently and does just one gentle stroke from his base to his head, thumbing over the tip as he makes eye contact with Rawne again.]

Ready?

[major_rawne]

Yeah

[Rawne sits up a little. He wants to watch what Tim's doing.]

[statementfuckingends]

[What he's doing is putting his hands on the bare tops of Rawne's thighs, now that he can do it without putting all his weight on the massage table, and lowers himself down to take Rawne's cock in his mouth, and softly wrap his tongue around his head, before he exhales with a small noise of pleasure.]

[major_rawne]

[Rawne moans and tries his best to not immediately thrust up into Tim's mouth.]

That's... that's good.

[statementfuckingends]

[Tim's not really putting much pressure on Rawne to hold him down, so he appreciates the soldier trying to hold back. Not that he expects him to be able to much longer, when Tim takes nearly his entire length in his mouth, pressing and trailing his tongue up its underside as he pulls back, and straight back down again.]

[major_rawne]

[Rawne's control does indeed fray and he thrusts his hips shallowly as Tim takes him into his mouth.]

[statementfuckingends]

[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.]

[major_rawne]

[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.]