[What Tim wants, what he's always wanted from Jason, is everything; that's the word left on his tongue when Jason pulls back, making space for both of them to breathe. He wants Jason's attention, and he's got it. He wants Jason's hands holding him, his voice in his ear, his mouth against his skin, and he's got all of that now, too. He wants Jason to want him, and Jason's just given him that as well, hasn't he, with words and the way he's pressed in close.]
I want ...
[He pauses, chest rising and falling with deep, quick breaths. Specifics, that's what Jason's asking, isn't it? Tim's thought about this, imagined what might happen if by some miracle they managed to make it this far, but only vaguely, never allowing his mind to wander too far into the details. Now that they are here, tangled up in each other, he thinks about Jason's fingers twisting hard in his hair, about bruises and bite marks left behind on his skin, about having all of Jason's intensity focused on him, finally, and it makes Tim shiver.
But he doesn't know what Jason wants; he hinted at biting earlier, but that was before things escalated. Tim knows Jason's violence, but in a different context. Maybe this is different.]
I want - I want you, Jason, I -
[Tim peels the second glove off his other hand, drops it on the table with as little care as the first. Task accomplished, his hands are left restless, tracing along Jason's collar, along the side of his face, slipping down to his shoulders, under the jacket, nudging it backwards.]
I just want you to touch me, Jason, I don't care, what - what do you want from me?
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I want ...
[He pauses, chest rising and falling with deep, quick breaths. Specifics, that's what Jason's asking, isn't it? Tim's thought about this, imagined what might happen if by some miracle they managed to make it this far, but only vaguely, never allowing his mind to wander too far into the details. Now that they are here, tangled up in each other, he thinks about Jason's fingers twisting hard in his hair, about bruises and bite marks left behind on his skin, about having all of Jason's intensity focused on him, finally, and it makes Tim shiver.
But he doesn't know what Jason wants; he hinted at biting earlier, but that was before things escalated. Tim knows Jason's violence, but in a different context. Maybe this is different.]
I want - I want you, Jason, I -
[Tim peels the second glove off his other hand, drops it on the table with as little care as the first. Task accomplished, his hands are left restless, tracing along Jason's collar, along the side of his face, slipping down to his shoulders, under the jacket, nudging it backwards.]
I just want you to touch me, Jason, I don't care, what - what do you want from me?