[ The desire's always been there, laying low ever since they met in the baths, even when Tim tried to downplay it or turn down the temperature, for all sorts of reasons that both seemed really good at the time and are far away from his mind right now. He was drawn to him because being with him was easy without being meaningless, a refuge from the ache and confusion of this place. Quentin (and Koby, too) has only become more important to him over the last few weeks, a safe harbor to hide in while he works himself out.
Penance is part of his process. Tim knows that he'll be safe, with Quentin administering it, but his heart races, pumping blood down to his cock at the threat. ]
Yes, I understand.
[ He gasps, softly, and jumps in Quentin's hand, after the long, teasing stroke down his back ends in a smack. The sting is sharp enough to get his attention, it spurs him into compliance, thumbs dipping beneath the elastic of his briefs and pulling them down, letting them drop to his feet. He steps out of them and toward the bed, planting his hands on the mattress, bending over it with his palms spread, and turns his head to find Quentin's eyes, seek his approval. Tim wonders what he'll find there. Fondness, or coldness, or something else? He's done this before, but he wants to know what Quentin's punishment looks like. So, he invites it. ]
And what if I want bigger problems?
[ Exposed and vulnerable, physically and emotionally, and still prodding, pushing at Quentin's limits before testing his own. ]
no subject
Penance is part of his process. Tim knows that he'll be safe, with Quentin administering it, but his heart races, pumping blood down to his cock at the threat. ]
Yes, I understand.
[ He gasps, softly, and jumps in Quentin's hand, after the long, teasing stroke down his back ends in a smack. The sting is sharp enough to get his attention, it spurs him into compliance, thumbs dipping beneath the elastic of his briefs and pulling them down, letting them drop to his feet. He steps out of them and toward the bed, planting his hands on the mattress, bending over it with his palms spread, and turns his head to find Quentin's eyes, seek his approval. Tim wonders what he'll find there. Fondness, or coldness, or something else? He's done this before, but he wants to know what Quentin's punishment looks like. So, he invites it. ]
And what if I want bigger problems?
[ Exposed and vulnerable, physically and emotionally, and still prodding, pushing at Quentin's limits before testing his own. ]