SUBJ: SULLIVAN, MATTHEW NATE [ POST THAW. ]

SUBJ: SULLIVAN, MATTHEW NATE [ POST THAW. ]

❛ you look like you were jealous. ❜ @guttcrson

nate is predictable in many ways. one is that he uses his body's size for all the advantages it offers. his chest is heavy over tim's spine, pushing the smaller man into the bed, his features crushing against a pillow. ( nate made sure it was made of scratchy fabric, too. ) lips draw back as he sneers, teeth nibbling on edges of tim's ear. " you knew exactly what you were doing, sweetheart. " tim seems to love his possessiveness. love how his mouth spits the word mine. " i am going to take you to the edge over and over and you are going to be begging me to let you finish... but i don't think i will. not until you deserve it. " his plans are cruel, but when is punishment not?

" you're always impatient. lay back. wait a while. " nate stops shy of calling himself the boss, but it's implied. " if you keep moving I'll stop. " a man made of contradictions, nate practically inhales tim's cock until it's engulfed behind closed lips. he barely moves, and every time tim does, nate freezes. the three fingers pull out just to the nails until tim is as still as nate wants. then they plunge in again, his pinky awkwardly shifting to join. when his fingers curl, thick knuckles spread tim wide.

cheeks hollow out before he opens his mouth to let tim loose. " you're so good, baby, 'm gonna make that asshole no good for anyone but me. " he licks over the surely aching rim, letting spit help smooth the burn. his tongue stays there, lapping over the edges, eyes popping open to watch tim's face. he only stops to whisper mine.

"yeah, yeah, i can take anything you give me." his eyes were likely bigger than his ass, but he could take nate's cock and beg for more, he wanted to take and take and take when it came to nate. walk out of this room filled with him and spend the rest of the day feeling him. "fuck, it's never enough, want you to fuck me constantly." he fucks himself down onto nate's fingers, all desire to get to work erased, he wants to feel himself split open. he's been well fucked before, but nothing like the way he feels afterwards with nate.

his back arches slightly and he hopes to urge nate on, to give him more by reaching down and tangling his fingers in the other man's hair, pulling slightly just so that he will focus. "please, nate."

" am I being cruel? " there is a wicked little smile that lights up his eyes, the unnatural blue that they are. they have always been men that equal pain to pleasure and nate has a habit of saying if it does not hurt then it is not fun. ( but do not let him lie. he would be just as happy staring into tim's eyes with languid motions. ) he lets his spit be the aid that soothes the burn, though it is unequal to a bottle of lube. the man's free hand reaches for water, swallows down much of the container for himself, but swishes a little bit in between his cheeks. his hand must shift again, pushing four digits inside, widening the palm and outstretching his thumb. what little water he kept leaks from between his lips to tim's ass.

" is it too much? " a wet tongue laps over tim's body, placing kisses here and there, then sucking on his balls for good measure. the hand moves, fingers doing their best to aggravate, pushing in & barely pulling out. nate is barely moving but he does, and he moves in for good measure.

"you fucking asshole." the words are little more than pants sent up to the ceiling instead of nate's face, like he's torn between cursing the man between his legs or whatever shitty god might be looking down on them. he forces himself to stillness, breathes in his nose and out his mouth like he does when he's in a sniper nest, thinks of anything except how full he feels and how it still isn't enough. when the pinky presses into him tim nearly shouts, holding it in only by clawing his fingers into the back of nate's neck for a moment before tangling both hands into the thin sheet underneath. "oh god, oh fuck."

the sensations are overwhelming, just on the edge of too much. between the thick fingers pressing inside him and the tongue against his rim, he thinks this is the only way he wants to die. when he looks down again it's with his mouth open and his eyes glazed, a look of dumb want painted on his face. it's only a few more moments before he whimpers. "nate."

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nate's head falls back, a heavy breath deflating his chest. he would say he sees stars, but the phrase would lend itself more to truth than a metaphorical vision. the hand in tim's hair starts to curl in, pulling strands tighter, when nate's head leans forward. he watches thick lashes flicker over eyes that try to lie. nate starts pushing his hips forward, jerking forward while he stares. " that's — that's it baby. take a little more. fuck, pretty boy. "

that's much better, nate distracted and not asking questions that tim can't answer. besides, once he does as he's asked and wraps his lips around the length in front of him the worst of his thoughts flee. he keeps his eyes open despite the burn on his lips and in his jaw, wanting to watch nate's face for as long as he can as he bobs quickly on his cock.