Tim takes his bike back home, ignoring the wolf whistles as he speeds away from the Triangle, skirt lifting up his thighs and providing quite the show. Over the two bridges between Babylon and The Flats and Tim can feel the anticipation in his stomach
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He closes the door with his free hand, locking each bolt before turning back to Kadaj. He's trying not to be nervous, because they've done this before, and Kadaj liked him like that, the way he was then.
So he smiles and hand still holding the other boy's starts leading him to the stairs, "This way," he says, trying to fall into the confident role, let himself be what Kadaj liked last time, it's hard, harder than it usually is and it's possible it doesn't come across seamlessly.
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Breaking Kadaj's hold only enough to reach tot he endtable, (and god did he just want to stay wrapped up in the other boy, strain and thrust against eachother until they both came, but there was a plan here, and he was on board with that plan) he leans over to pull the lube out of the drawer. He also grabs one of the condoms out of the package, glad he'd opened it to see what exactly he'd purchased, so he didn't have to fumble it open now.
Tossing the condom on the bed he comes back to Kadaj with the lube in his hand, "Let me go so I can use this?" he asks, kissing Kadaj again, this time more softly
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Letting his go, Kadaj just went limp on the bed, a sprawl that was calculated to look lazy and still give him the best vantage point to watch Tim. Because Kadaj liked to watch Tim and it didn't matter what the other boy was doing. He just liked to look at Tim, who he thought was the most wonderful in his world.
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Fingers twisting inside Kadaj, Tim looks up from where he's licking Kadaj's bellybeutton and smiles, "You good?" he asks, meeting Kadaj's eyes from across his body.
Please don't die, he wants to say, always choose me first... Never leave me, but he won't, because he doesn't want to hear no. But he tries to put it into the way he works his fingers into Kadaj, fucking him with them while he practically worships his chest, flat stomach and tiny, perfect nipples. Let's it show in his eyes, when he watches Kadaj watch him, Maybe the other boy already knows, maybe he always knew and didn't need ( ... )
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That Tim's mouth was moving so deliciously over his chest, his skin, Kadaj reached out for him, his own fingers grazing over whatever he could touch, just so he could feel Tim more.
He was relaxed, he was ready. With an impatient sigh, Kadaj's chest arched from the bed and then collapsed back with a sigh. "Tim," he said, his voice rough. His cock was so hard already...he just wanted Tim to fuck him and make the longing ache in his gut go away, to replace it with a fire that Tim's mere presence seemed to ignite.
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