Speedle held to Horatio for dear life. It wasn't that either of
them was going anywhere, only that Tim was compelled by the notion that
if he didn't hang on to him right now, he might never be given such a
chance again. But why now? Why him? Tim was searching those
refreshingly blue eyes for answers to his questions, when a creeping
hang made its way beneath his shirt to stroke his lower back, and he
lost all conscious thought.
Watching Speed's eyes fall shut, Horatio thumbed the collar of Tim's dark pinstriped shirt and couldn't resist helping himself to taste the man's neck. His mouth began near the Adam's apple, then to the collar bone and before Tim's eyes had opened again his shirt was on the floor beside him. Horatio's hands were quickly growing less inhibited, and Speed was delighted to find his own quiet moaning was feeding that desire. The two were running in a vicious circle, each fueling the other's arousal. H's hands dropped to grab Tim at the hips and pulled Speedle tight, against him. The pressure between them weakened Tim's knees, as his relax fit jeans suddenly seemed far too snug. Horatio's tongue intruded into the young man's mouth and as sinfully alluring as Tim had always found an impassioned H, he couldn't fight the urge to turn the tables on him. Taking down Caine's shirt until it hung from his wrists, Tim twisted the sumptuous material into a sturdy knot behind his lover's back, and grinned the most devilish smirk, that had H straining against the makeshift bonds. Tucking his hand between Horatio and his belt, Tim tugged lightly and whispered into Horatio's lips.
"Bed." Despite his teasing Tim lustfully awaited the next time Horatio could get his hands on him. Speed had a playfully mischievous nature that could not be contained. He was excited to see just how long H could put up with having his hands tied before he lost that unbreakable control of his.
Sitting on the edge of Tim's bed, H had been watching him as he moved about the room to close the window. There was no question about it; Tim was a stimulating sight, for lovelorn eyes. Jeans, hanging on his hips. Face, flushed. Eyes, dark and dilated. Horatio tried to regulate his breathing. Tim straddled H's lap and guided the man onto his back. Horatio was quickly becoming frustrated with the incapacitation of his arms and hands. Tim's trained fingers made short work of Horatio's belt and fly, before he took a second to look down. Black boxer briefs. Tim smiled.
Horatio arched his body to meet Tim's grinding hips, and a low resonating growl unintentionally erupted from deep within his chest. Tim eye's widened at his excitement with the delightful sound. Horatio was nearly shaking with anticipation. He lay still, laboriously trying to calm his body.
"Tim." The throaty voice instantly had Speed's attention. He looked down at Horatio, half begging, half demanding. "Please." Horatio officially couldn't take it any more, and Tim idly wondered how long he had lasted. No sooner had Tim loosened the material knotted around his lover's wrists then he found himself, enfolded in the man's strong arms. Horatio's hands moved and explored to make up for the time they lost, held hostage behind his back.
His eyes squeezing shut, Caine reveled in the sounds of Tim's breathing becoming heavier and uneven. The body against him began to tremble, as Speed's temperature climbed feverishly. The pace between them of rhythmic, wanton thrusting greatly quickened. Tim's fingers raked down Horatio's back. Horatio's eyes blinked open in time to see Tim, back arched, gasping for air, as they drown in an urgent explosion of the pleasure of original sin.
Momentarily, there was nothing. Just darkness. As if everything had briefly ceased to exist. Slowly, Tim's senses began their return to him. He didn't remember either of them lying down like this and assumed they must have collapsed. The dull thumping of Horatio's heart brought him around and he opened his eyes. Taking a breath, it felt like his first in far too long. Made him wonder how long he'd been holding it. H wasn't much livelier. He lay still with a look of gratuitous contentment and his hands beneath his head. The easing of Horatio's once rapid heartbeat soften the noise. Tim frowned as its resonance fell out of ear shot. Shifting around, he laid his head to Horatio's chest and let his eyes slip shut.
Watching Speed's eyes fall shut, Horatio thumbed the collar of Tim's dark pinstriped shirt and couldn't resist helping himself to taste the man's neck. His mouth began near the Adam's apple, then to the collar bone and before Tim's eyes had opened again his shirt was on the floor beside him. Horatio's hands were quickly growing less inhibited, and Speed was delighted to find his own quiet moaning was feeding that desire. The two were running in a vicious circle, each fueling the other's arousal. H's hands dropped to grab Tim at the hips and pulled Speedle tight, against him. The pressure between them weakened Tim's knees, as his relax fit jeans suddenly seemed far too snug. Horatio's tongue intruded into the young man's mouth and as sinfully alluring as Tim had always found an impassioned H, he couldn't fight the urge to turn the tables on him. Taking down Caine's shirt until it hung from his wrists, Tim twisted the sumptuous material into a sturdy knot behind his lover's back, and grinned the most devilish smirk, that had H straining against the makeshift bonds. Tucking his hand between Horatio and his belt, Tim tugged lightly and whispered into Horatio's lips.
"Bed." Despite his teasing Tim lustfully awaited the next time Horatio could get his hands on him. Speed had a playfully mischievous nature that could not be contained. He was excited to see just how long H could put up with having his hands tied before he lost that unbreakable control of his.
Sitting on the edge of Tim's bed, H had been watching him as he moved about the room to close the window. There was no question about it; Tim was a stimulating sight, for lovelorn eyes. Jeans, hanging on his hips. Face, flushed. Eyes, dark and dilated. Horatio tried to regulate his breathing. Tim straddled H's lap and guided the man onto his back. Horatio was quickly becoming frustrated with the incapacitation of his arms and hands. Tim's trained fingers made short work of Horatio's belt and fly, before he took a second to look down. Black boxer briefs. Tim smiled.
Horatio arched his body to meet Tim's grinding hips, and a low resonating growl unintentionally erupted from deep within his chest. Tim eye's widened at his excitement with the delightful sound. Horatio was nearly shaking with anticipation. He lay still, laboriously trying to calm his body.
"Tim." The throaty voice instantly had Speed's attention. He looked down at Horatio, half begging, half demanding. "Please." Horatio officially couldn't take it any more, and Tim idly wondered how long he had lasted. No sooner had Tim loosened the material knotted around his lover's wrists then he found himself, enfolded in the man's strong arms. Horatio's hands moved and explored to make up for the time they lost, held hostage behind his back.
His eyes squeezing shut, Caine reveled in the sounds of Tim's breathing becoming heavier and uneven. The body against him began to tremble, as Speed's temperature climbed feverishly. The pace between them of rhythmic, wanton thrusting greatly quickened. Tim's fingers raked down Horatio's back. Horatio's eyes blinked open in time to see Tim, back arched, gasping for air, as they drown in an urgent explosion of the pleasure of original sin.
Momentarily, there was nothing. Just darkness. As if everything had briefly ceased to exist. Slowly, Tim's senses began their return to him. He didn't remember either of them lying down like this and assumed they must have collapsed. The dull thumping of Horatio's heart brought him around and he opened his eyes. Taking a breath, it felt like his first in far too long. Made him wonder how long he'd been holding it. H wasn't much livelier. He lay still with a look of gratuitous contentment and his hands beneath his head. The easing of Horatio's once rapid heartbeat soften the noise. Tim frowned as its resonance fell out of ear shot. Shifting around, he laid his head to Horatio's chest and let his eyes slip shut.