Note: Heavily implied sex.
Prompt: "scorpion"
"The Scorpion"
"Holy cannoli," Tony gasped.
Tim stopped what he was doing. "Did you honestly just say that?" His voice was muffled by the giant comforter he was under.
"Yes, I did. Now don't stop."
"I can't; you ruined it."
"Pleeease." Tony started making an obnoxious keening noise.
"Tony."
Tony stopped, paused in thought, and then asked the darkness, "What do you call that move?"
"It doesn't have a name."
"Sure it does."
"Fine," Tim relented. "I call it... the scorpion."
"Wow. It's like a porn move, Timmy. I'm impressed. Keep going."
"Shh!" Tim attempted to restart where he'd left off, but now it just felt awkward.
"Now you're shy?!" Tony was incredulous.
Tim popped his head out from under the blankets. His face was sweaty, and he looked pissed. "You wanna get scorpioned again or not?