TRIGGER WARNING: Choking, Domination, Intense/Rough Sex.

More.

What a beautiful word to hear, Tim thought, with such an attractive man pinned beneath his body. He hesitated for a moment, considering the possibilities of what "more" meant. He straightened up so that he was kneeling between Jay's spread legs, letting his fingertips wander lazily over Jay's hipbones and down the inside of his thigh.

"More?" The distortion in his voice that always accompanied the presence of steam was becoming more prominent.

"P-please, Tim." Jay was almost whimpering. "I need it."

"What do you need? Tell me."

Jay blushed and turned his head away, biting his lip. Tim smirked. He liked seeing Jay like this - exposed and desperate for release. Oh he could have fun with this. His own need was swelling to the point of being almost unbearable. Out of sheer impatience he slid a finger into Jay and began to move slowly and purposefully, opening him up, readying him for what was to come. A shiver visibly passed through Jay's body and escaped from his lips as a soft whine.

"If you don't say it," He whispered against Jay's neck, "I won't give you what you want."

"I want..." Jay trailed off. Tim's grin became wicked. Apparently he needed to be a little more persuasive. He slipped in another finger, moving faster and harder than before.

"I want you to fuck me!" Jay gasped, throwing his head back in ecstasy. "P-please!"

"Good boy. Put your legs around me and hold on."

"O-Okay." He was still shivering and his breath was coming in unsteady bursts. Tim hesitated, staring down at Jay's bare chest. It had only just occured to him why he was so nervous.

"This is your first time, isn't it?"

Jay bit his lip and nodded. "I want you to enjoy yourself though, it's your first time too. So you don't have to be gentle, ok?

"Oh I won't."

Little beads of sweat dripped from Jay's hair - or maybe it was simply condensation from the steam, he couldn't really tell - but Tim thought it made him look ten times as beautiful. Tim stood up and wrapped his hands around Jay's hips, lifting him up and roughly pinning him against the wall. He threw his arms and legs around Tim, his breath quickening and his eyes going wide. Tim slid himself into Jay, slowly at first, allowing him a chance to adjust to his thickness. Jay's head tilted forward, long silky moans loosing from his lips. Tim hissed, leaning his forehead against Jay's. He couldn't have asked for a better partner to show him what sex felt like. He was tight and oh so sensitive. Every little touch brought forth a reaction.

"Are you okay?"

"Y-yeah. It just kinda h-hurts, that's all."

"Are you ready?"

"I think so."

The words had barely left Jay's lips when Tim thrust into him, each movement impatient and full of a certain feral need. Jay gripped his shoulders tighter, trying to keep his hold as his body bounced violently. Tim felt his lips curl into a cruel smile. Perhaps he was his creator, but for now Jay was all his. He could make him do anything, if he really wanted to. Loud gasps and moans filled the room, almost reverberating off of all the sheets of scrap metal propped up against this and that.

"Stop being so loud, Jay. You don't want people on the streets to hear, do you?"

"Sorry." He whimpered.

"Sorry what?" Tim was having fun with this.

"Sorry, s-sir!" Jay moaned, throwing his head back.

"That's better." He locked Jay into a deep kiss, swallowing the stream of whimpers and yelps which only became louder with each thrust.

"S-Sir?"

"Yes?"

"It hurts, b-being against the w-wall."

Jay's legs had been slipping from his waist, causing light bruises to form on the sides and backs of his ankles. Without a word Tim threw him face down on the bed, ignoring Jay's quiet noises of protest about being let go of. One hand went to the small of Jay's back, stroking each bump of his spine and bringing about another desperate moan. The other went to his own back where he gripped the loose wires dangling there and bringing them around to the front. He wrapped the wires around Jay's neck, pulling his head back sharply and thrusting back into him impatiently.

"Thank y-you sir!" Jay was yelling now. His hands gripped the sheets as if they would somehow relieve him. A strange tingling feeling was spreading through his neck, a bit like the hum of electricity - if it were a physical sensation. His breath came in short bursts, restricted by the wires that held his head back. Thoughts came in broken shards, falling apart before they could finish themselves.

It was incredible.

Jay felt like he was on fire. Tense, feverish, sweat and steam dampening his body. His eyes flew open and he gave one last strangled yell before his back arched suddenly and his head jerked down, pulling the wires free from Tim's hand. He felt himself cum and knew he would be punished for not asking. But that didn't matter at the moment. What mattered is that everything had gone still and silent suddenly, save for the sound of his heartbeat pounding in his ears. Tim pulled out of him slowly and Jay felt a warm splash on his back, Tim's own release.

Jay slumped forward. He tried to speak, to aplogize to Tim, or thank him, or something, anything. But he couldn't form sentences yet. He settled on muttering "Sorry, sir." with his eyes closed and his face half-buried in the sheets.

"You didn't ask."

"I know, sir. Sorry, sir."

"I'll let it go this time just because it's your first. Never again, though. Not without my permission, understand?"

"Yes, sir."