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[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.]

[statementfuckingends]

[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.]

[major_rawne]

Holy fething Throne!

[Rawne grabs Tim's hand, nearly sitting up fully before he subsides, moaning aloud.]

[statementfuckingends]

[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.]

[major_rawne]

[Rawne is not going to last much longer. He can feel his toes curl and tension start in his gut.]

[statementfuckingends]

[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.]

[major_rawne]

[Rawne intends to warn him, he really does, but the scraping plus the tongue means he's coming helplessly, groaning as he does.]

[statementfuckingends]

[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.]

[major_rawne]

[Rawne manages a wry smile at him, before leaning up to kiss Tim.]

That did make me happy.

[statementfuckingends]

[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.]

Glad I could provide.

[major_rawne]

You always do.

[Rawne does notice his awkward movement.]

Want a hand?

[statementfuckingends]

[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.]

[major_rawne]

[Rawne kisses him lightly and puts his hand over Tim's.]

You don't have to...

[statementfuckingends]

[That gets another breathless laugh, and he takes a little pity on Rawne.]

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.

[major_rawne]

[Rawne grins and moves closer to Tim, opening his belt as he goes.]

Oh, I will.

[He uzips Tim's pants and strokes him through his underwear.]

[statementfuckingends]

[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.]

[major_rawne]

[Rawne slides off the table and to his knees.]

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.]