[ Tim's brain was experiencing a short circuit of sorts.
On the one hand he was a healthy, red blooded male and there was a hot, clever mouth heading towards his dick. Said body part was pressing painfully at the back of his zipper, ready to stand at needy attention. Hello, Sir!
At the same time he was feeling a sense of insecurity that Raylan might be offering oral out of a sense of obligation. Maybe as a result of the situation with John, or any number of absolutely irrational fears that Tim's brain could cook up. There was a sort of disbelief that something he'd fantasized about for so long was actually happening. Tim's jaded psyche was looking for the catch.
In his experience, straight (or even 'experimenting') men were not big fans of having another man's dick in their mouth.
Then that hot mouth was touching him, though the cotton of his boxers were stretched taut between lips and dick, and Tim couldn't do anything more than arch upwards, babbling Raylan's name over and over. ]
Raylan, Ra.. Raylan!
[ The fingers in salt and pepper hand, gripped tight, stiff as if struggling between wanting to push Raylan's mouth closer, and wanting to pull him away. Conflict and desire had Tim moaning and whimpering as he wriggled. ]
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On the one hand he was a healthy, red blooded male and there was a hot, clever mouth heading towards his dick. Said body part was pressing painfully at the back of his zipper, ready to stand at needy attention. Hello, Sir!
At the same time he was feeling a sense of insecurity that Raylan might be offering oral out of a sense of obligation. Maybe as a result of the situation with John, or any number of absolutely irrational fears that Tim's brain could cook up. There was a sort of disbelief that something he'd fantasized about for so long was actually happening. Tim's jaded psyche was looking for the catch.
In his experience, straight (or even 'experimenting') men were not big fans of having another man's dick in their mouth.
Then that hot mouth was touching him, though the cotton of his boxers were stretched taut between lips and dick, and Tim couldn't do anything more than arch upwards, babbling Raylan's name over and over. ]
Raylan, Ra.. Raylan!
[ The fingers in salt and pepper hand, gripped tight, stiff as if struggling between wanting to push Raylan's mouth closer, and wanting to pull him away. Conflict and desire had Tim moaning and whimpering as he wriggled. ]
Do ... is this ... don'tdowhatyoudon'twanttodo.