( tim's hands reach for the drawer and jason lets up a bit, gives him space to grab shit. except he fucking fails to slide the drawer open, and instead everything goes toppling onto the floor, a little too far out of his reach, and far out of tim's.
he's quiet, for a moment. head tilted to the side to look towards the mess, before his lips spread into a grin and he laughs. the hand that had been in tim's hair moves to press it's palm against the mattress, holding his weight up to keep from putting too much of it on tim. ) I think you underestimated your strength a little, Timmy.
( that playful lilt is back in his tone; jason shifts his hips forward, grinds soft into tim--a distraction of sorts, while the fingers that had wrapped around his length pull back. tim made what he wanted pretty clear, and sadly, one of them is going to need to get close enough to the shit he just knocked on the floor if they want to continue. )
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he's quiet, for a moment. head tilted to the side to look towards the mess, before his lips spread into a grin and he laughs. the hand that had been in tim's hair moves to press it's palm against the mattress, holding his weight up to keep from putting too much of it on tim. ) I think you underestimated your strength a little, Timmy.
( that playful lilt is back in his tone; jason shifts his hips forward, grinds soft into tim--a distraction of sorts, while the fingers that had wrapped around his length pull back. tim made what he wanted pretty clear, and sadly, one of them is going to need to get close enough to the shit he just knocked on the floor if they want to continue. )
You're going to need to move your legs.