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“Do it already.” Tim’s voice had that creaky, almost broken tone that Conner loved.

He took great relish in saying, “No.” Tim growled and his knuckles tightened on the edge of the headboard. Conner ground his slick cock into Tim’s hip but didn’t break his rhythm pumping fingers into Tim’s ass and jerking his cock. “If you want this dick you’re gonna have to come for it. I don’t want to put it in you until you’re so lax and tender it makes you mewl.”

Tim swore. His hands slipped down the headboard and he buried his fists and his face in the sheets. He pushed his ass higher up, presenting like an animal, and fuck if the sight didn’t make Conner’s dick twitch.

Conner bent over Tim’s back and planted kisses across the tensing muscle and swelling ribs. “It’s cute you think you’ve got any bargaining power right now. Real cute you think I’m not going to do whatever I want to do.”

Tim keened and arched up into Conner’s mouth, pushing back on Conner’s hands. Conner hadn’t expected such a strong reaction, but he always chased a good reaction when he got it. He squeezed Tim’s cock while he pulled and Tim hissed. “I wanna feel you come while I’m holding you. If I gotta I’ll milk it out of you.”

Tim shuddered. “God, don’t say that.”

“Don’t as in don’t, or don’t as in you’re embarrassed how hard you’ll come if I lean into the farmboy thing?”

Tim didn’t answer, so Conner put a pin in that. Conner twisted his wrists to make better use of the angle. Every one of Tim’s breaths was coming out as a hitched gasp. He was close now. Conner could feel Tim’s muscles trembling in all the places they were touching. His cock was starting to drip and it was getting hard to pull his fingers from the tightening clasp of his body.

Conner licked up his spine. “Mmm, you’re so tense. Let yourself go, Tim. Don’t worry about me, I’ll get what I want out of you—“

Tim came with an explosive gasp. Conner grinned into his back. Hot come ran over the back of his hand as he massaged Tim through it. His ass felt like it was trying to break Conner’s fingers off. Conner couldn’t wait to show it who was boss.

Tim slumped forward with a low groan, sliding off Conner’s fingers and collapsing against the bed. Conner laughed and freed his hand from under Tim’s hips. He licked the thick, white come from his fingertips. “Mmm, every time I eat your nut, I think I get why people like coffee. You’re so creamy and bitter and you feel so fucking good in my mouth.”

Tim didn’t say anything, too busy drawing in deep breaths.

Conner squeezed his firm ass cheek. “You ready for this dick to make you moan?”

Tim didn’t say anything.

“Uh, Tim?” Conner leaned over him and turned his face up from the bed. Tim’s eyes were closed, the slope of his brow relaxed, his lips slack. His nostrils flared lightly as he breathed, and as Conner stared at him, he started to make a soft nasal snore on the inhale.

“Jesus Christ, are you serious?” Conner shook Tim by the shoulder, but it didn’t make Tim’s eye so much as twitch.

Conner sat back against the headboard with a huff. His stiff cock swayed and twitched when it brushed his abs, having not gotten the memo that the party was over. Jerking off seemed the quickest way to get rid of it, so Conner wrapped his hand around the head and jacked it; he focused on the smear of Tim’s come on the back of his hand until his cock pulsed and gushed some of his own over it.

It had been a very utilitarian orgasm, but it still gave him post-nut clarity. This could be an induced thing, like some sort of somnipathic attack. He stretched his senses out, but couldn’t identify anything chemical, mechanical, or magical in the apartment that could have knocked Tim out. Expanding his senses a little farther proved that the lower apartments and the street weren’t full of unconscious bodies.

So, nothing nefarious was going on. His boyfriend had just zonked out on him immediately after coming. Conner had heard that was a thing, but he’d never considered he’d ever have to deal with it.

Conner tossed a blanket over Tim—which didn’t make him stir, either—and tucked him in. He didn’t know how long Tim would be out. He didn’t want to be gone when Tim finally woke up, so he threw on some sweatpants and settled in for a day of video games and snacking.

Conner’s senses zoomed in on Tim as soon as he picked up his breathing change under the sounds of the gameplay; he removed his headphones and walked back into the bedroom as Tim roused.

He sat up, the blanket falling off his bare shoulders to pool over his lap, and looked at Conner blearily. “… I fell asleep.”

“You sure did, detective.”

Tim pushed a hand through his hair. The side he’d been lying on was all mashed flat, and Conner suppressed a grin. He liked Tim all disheveled, in basically any form.

“I’m sorry; I didn’t mean to.”

“I didn’t think you were falling asleep maliciously. You doing okay?”

“Yeah. Just the usual,” Tim said. “I guess I skipped too many micronaps.”

“What the heck is a micronap?”

“A nap that is micro.”

“Okay, smartass.”

Tim’s lip twitched. “I used to accidentally fall asleep at inopportune times when I was still getting used to the Robin schedule,” he explained. “Eventually I learned to take a bunch of minuscule naps throughout the day to stay rested enough without interrupting my workflow.”

“A flawless solution,” Conner said dryly. “You were like, knocked out, dude.”

Tim’s eyes cut to him under the dark fan of his eyelashes. “You did want me to relax.”

That fucking sultry look made Conner’s dick stand up. He was just considering picking things up where they’d left off when Tim asked, “What did you do?”

“What do you mean, what did I do? I jerked off, made a sandwich, played some Street Fighter.”

“Oh, right.” Tim angled himself toward the bedroom’s adjoining bathroom.

Conner stepped up to the edge of the bed, between him and his escape route. “What do you mean, what did I do?”

Tim’s jaw worked, almost literally chewing over his response. He gave Conner the sort of meaning-laden look that Conner usually got when he was being given orders in a fight. “Well, I don’t want you to be unsatisfied, do I?”

“Nuh-uh, Tim, you’re not getting away with a wink and a nod. I’m going to make you say it.”

Tim lifted his chin. Tim could be a slippery creature, but he never failed to rise to it when he was confronted directly.

“I would have rather woken up with your come in my ass,” Tim said.

“That so?” Conner grasped him by the ankle and pulled him across the bed. Tim exclaimed, the timbre of his surprise shot through with arousal. The blankets slipped away from him, baring his stiff cock to Conner’s scrutiny. “Is that from talking about it, or are you just ready to go in your sleep?”

A moan bubbled out of him. “Conner—“

Tim was blushing. Tim got so red when he was turned on, and Conner loved it. Conner pulled his leg open to see his flushed opening. “Are you still stretched out?” He pushed a couple of fingers inside.

“Fuck!” Tim bucked up into his hand, his mouth falling open and his breathing going ragged. The glide was tight and rough but Conner still slid in to the knuckle.

“Yeah, good enough.” Conner pushed his sweats down with TTK, yanked Tim’s ass to the edge of the mattress, and shoved his cock inside.

“Oh, fuck, yeah, Conner, yeah.” Tim’s hands scrabbled at Conner’s abs, looking for a handhold to pull. Conner lifted Tim’s legs in the air and held him spread by the ankles. Tim’s flush got darker, from the open, vulnerable position.

“Do you want me to fuck you while you can’t say no, Tim?” Conner hammered his ass.

“Yes.” He gripped and squeezed his own thighs, and moaned when the impact of Conner’s hips bruised his knuckles.

“Huh.” Conner was now recalling all of the times he’d had to ask if “don’t” meant “don’t.” A lot of Tim’s reactions in bed, previously mysterious, were suddenly crystal-clear. “You wanna get woken up with a nice thick dick in the ass?”

Tim gnawed his lip. His whole body bounced when Conner thrust in. “I could sleep through the whole thing. One time I slept through a rollercoaster.”

“I can do better than a fucking rollercoaster.”

Conner fucked him harder. The impact of his groin and thighs and balls against Tim’s body was a bigger concern than the cock sliding into Tim’s guts; that, Tim could stretch to accommodate. His ass was always extremely welcoming. Tim let out high, breathy moans as Conner sank inside his warm, quivering body.

“I wonder if you make those sounds in your sleep.”

“Conner,” Tim choked.

Conner picked up his pace, finding the tempo that was just right to make his cock swell with rushing blood. Tim’s tight ring rubbing up his shaft pitched him right into his orgasm. Conner grunted and kept stroking himself off with Tim’s ass as his cock and balls pulsed and shoot spunk into that hot, clinging channel.

Tim quivered when he recognized that Conner was coming inside him. His hands scrambled for Conner’s hips. “Hey— Conner, I haven’t—“

“Uh-huh,” Conner grunted. He took Tim’s hands from his body and took a step back. His cock slid, sticky and spent, from Tim’s spoiled hole, and Tim’s legs bounced off the edge of the bed. Tim sat up on his elbows, his upper body heaving, his face shining with sweat, his expression bewildered. Conner didn’t finish first.

“Conner?”

Conner licked his lips. “So if you woke up like that, what would you do?”

Tim’s eyes bloomed back. He fell back on his back, pulled his legs up out of the way, and pushed his fingers into his ass. He moaned as he first explored, feeling the tenderness of his inner walls, and then he began to pump. Conner’s gut tightened as he watched his thick, creamy seed start to get squeezed out around Tim’s fingers while he fucked himself.

When Tim came, he did it without ever touching his cock. It jerked and spurted while Tim groaned and humped his hand.

The fingers finally slipped from Tim’s ass when it stopped contracting around them. Tim’s legs liquified and dangled off the side of the bed. Tim let out a long, low groan and threw an arm over his forehead.

Conner planted hands on either side of the mattress and leaned over him. Tim had that thousand-yard stare he got when he was thinking deeply; after a few moments, his gaze refocused on Conner’s face above him.

“Would you really do it?” he asked. “You’d be okay with that?”

Conner brushed Tim’s sweaty bangs away from his eyes. “I’d do anything for you.”

Tim’s mouth turned up and then twisted, like it pleased him but he couldn’t help imagining all the ways that could go bad. He reached up and stroked a thumb over the corner of Conner’s cheek, stroking against the grain of the stubble and then smoothing it back down.

“It really couldn’t be any time.” He was already thinking logistics. Conner smiled.

“I know that. You’re always on call. Especially when you should be sleeping,” Conner said.

“But…” Tim bit his lip. “If I ever fell asleep on you again…”

“You’d like it if I helped myself? Treated you like my floppy rag doll? Ravished your sleeping body?”

“Yeah,” Tim said, with the cadence of someone trying desperately to sound normal.

“You got it.” Conner dipped down to kiss him. Tim clutched at him so hard his knuckles went white, and he kissed him like he treasured him.

Tim scheduled when they had sex. When he’d first done it Conner had thought he was a little freak (affectionately!) but it turned out to be a real turn-on when a clock ticked over and Tim was suddenly all over him.

It wasn’t the only time they had sex—and Conner wasn’t the only one to bring some spontaneity to it, either—but they always definitely had sex in that time.

Conner was going to catch so much shit for being the first of the two of them to miss an appointment.

“Sorrysorrysorry—oh.” Conner zipped into their bedroom still covered in dust from the street rubble; he’d expected to find Tim sitting up waiting for him, probably with a very peeved demeanor that would (hopefully) lead to some very vigorous sex. Instead, Tim was passed out on the bed. He was shirtless and sprawled out on his stomach, but with one bent leg raising up his round ass.

“You know, I’m only fifteen—“ Conner checked the clock “—okay, twenty-five minutes late. This feels awfully intentional.”

Tim didn’t answer. Obviously.

Conner shook all the dirt off with his TTK and climbed into bed—or over it, more precisely. He floated an inch off the mattress so that it didn’t dip under his weight and jostle Tim. Conner settled on his knees beside Tim’s upturned ass. The muscles of Tim’s back made an enticing ripple beneath his skin. Topless, Conner could see all of his scars, old and new, and they made him look simultaneously tough and vulnerable. His face was turned to the side, his cheek cushioned on the pillow, his expression endearingly peaceful in sleep.

And then there was his ass, the perfect round globes turned out by his twisted hips, the fabric of his pajama bottoms pulled tight over the seat, and a bulge teased under his raised thigh.

“Did you look up ‘sluttiest positions to fall asleep’? Or does it just come naturally to you?” Conner bumped his knuckles into the bottom crease of Tim’s springy ass. He pushed in a little harder and ground his knuckles into the round, firm flesh. Tim made no response, so Conner flipped his hand around and palmed the cheek.

Tim had a fantastic ass. Conner loved doing him from behind and getting to thrust into that cushion. Conner kneaded him, and Tim made a soft snuffling noise.

“Now we’re getting somewhere.” Conner drew a finger down between Tim’s legs, running over the soft swell of Tim’s balls and up the backside of his dick. Tim’s leg twitched; a kick stymied by the paralysis of sleep. “That’s too light, huh? I know you prefer a slap to a tickle…”

Conner gently dug his fingertips underneath the elastic band, pulled it from Tim’s body, and smoothly rolled his sweats and briefs down to his knees without the whisper of fabric against skin rousing him.

Tim wore thin, soft-to-the-touch sweatpants to bed, but his bare skin felt even better. Conner cupped him with firm hands and encouraged his thigh higher. His cheeks spread and finally showed off his pinhole entrance. Conner’s cock thickened at the sight. It knew it was going to get that good grip.

Lube and a hand towel had already been laid out on the bedside table. Conner poured lube over his middle finger until it was dripping off. He brought the pad to Tim’s wrinkled skin. Tim grunted at the first wet smear. He grunted again when Conner crooked his finger and the tip glided inside. The muscle bunched up around him as he pushed deeper.

“Nnnh.” Tim’s hips drew back, and half of Conner’s finger slid back out.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Conner cupped his hip and tilted him backward, back onto his finger. Tim let out a low, short groan when he sank onto it. “There you go. Feels better when you’re fucking it, doesn’t it?”

Conner gently rocked him back while he twisted his finger deeper in. Tim yielded to him so nicely. He always did. Tim’s soft, slippery insides squeezed around his finger and drew him in.

Blood was gathering in Tim’s dick, the skin darkening and pulling tight as his cock filled. Conner squeezed his hip. “You recognize my fingers, don’t you? You dreaming ‘bout me, Tim? Is twenty minutes long enough to start dreaming?

“Christ, Tim, I really wanna get my dick wet.” He pushed his finger in hard. Tim’s breathing didn’t change, but his ass reflexively clenched on him. Conner groaned and ground his knuckles into Tim’s cheeks. “Those aliens got some cheap shots in ‘cause I was thinking ‘bout you waiting for me…”

Tim slumbered on, oblivious. Conner’s gaze roamed over his available body, all that hot tight muscle that felt so slick on the inside, and he landed on his face. “I’m gonna help myself to that pretty mouth, Tim.”

A little TTK left all the lube in Tim’s ass and let Conner pull his finger out clean. Conner stripped, tossing his suit and accessories aside and letting them float down to a gentle, silent landing on the bedroom floor. He repositioned himself so that he was kneeling at the head of the bed. Conner took himself by the root, cupped the back of Tim’s head, gently coaxed him across the pillow, and brought him to his cock.

Conner could feel Tim’s steady exhale against the sensitive head. He slipped the tip between Tim’s pink lips and pressed down, easing Tim’s jaw open. A shallow push sank him into that slack mouth.

Tim didn’t close his lips and suck. His mouth stayed loose while Conner rubbed his cock over Tim’s tongue and cheeks. He was slippery and soft as satin against Conner’s hard cock. Drool started to run down his lip as Conner filled his mouth.

“You’re really going to sleep through getting fucked in the mouth?” Conner murmured. “Shit, you are something else, Tim.”

He’d never gotten head sideways like this before. Tim’s cheek bulged obscenely as Conner’s cock moved beneath it. Conner pulled upward, watching Tim’s mouth stretch and stretch until his cock head finally popped free. Conner jacked it, spreading Tim’s hot spit all down the shaft, and then fed it back to him.

“You’re gonna taste that when you wake up,” Conner said. He rubbed his slit right into the velvety bed of Tim’s tongue. “I bet you’d wake up if I flooded your mouth with jizz.”

Tim took his cock in his mouth without a word.

Conner carefully laid a land over Tim’s face. The edge of his palm laid over the bridge of Tim’s nose and he covered his eyes completely. That sight—eyes covered, the lower half bare, the bare lower half getting pumped with Conner’s cock—made Conner’s dick harder. He could see the throb, could see himself pulse between Tim’s lips. Conner swallowed hard; old, errant fantasies caught fire in his head.

“Hey, Rob. Wanna know a secret?”

If anything were going to rouse Tim, surely it would be that.

"Okay. It took a little arm twisting, but you showed me yours. So I’ll show you mine. The thing that really gets me off? What I’m jerking it to when you’re too busy running samples to come to bed?”

His voice was hoarse. He licked his lips while he rubbed off with Tim’s. Tim had such a lovely set. Conner knew every inch of Tim’s body but none of it so well as his mouth. The deepness of the divot beneath his nose, the heavier lower lip made plumper by the sharpness of its corners, the dusky pink color a shade lighter than a cock head.

“Your fucking mouth, man…”

Conner stretched a thumb across Tim’s cheek to touch the corner of it, to press it down on his cock.

Conner’s heart raced. Adrenaline shivered through him. And all just for speaking something he must’ve thought a hundred times.

“You on the other side of a glory hole, Rob. Just—that mouth through a cut-out hole in a stall wall, and I’d know it was you. I could cheat even, and watch you. See how you suck cock when you think no one’s looking at you. I’d know it was you, but you wouldn’t know it was me.” He stroked his cock through Tim’s cheek. “You sucking dick through a hole in a wall, and you wouldn’t want anyone to know, but I’d know. And you’d still like my dick the best, even when you didn’t know it was mine.”

Conner lifted his hand from Tim’s eyes. He half expected to find them open, but Tim slept on. “Jeez.” Conner let out a breath, and it was more shaky than he expected; he laughed at himself. “I’m gonna hafta nut up and actually tell you that when you’re awake, huh.”

He pulled his spit-slick cock from Tim’s lips. He was still thrumming with adrenaline, and it was urging him on. “Okay, Tim. Let’s put this where you want it, yeah?”

Conner floated back down to Tim’s ass. He grasped him behind the knees and pushed them towards Tim’s chest. He knelt behind Tim; his knees hit the mattress. It dipped under his weight, and Tim tipped obligingly towards him.

Conner poured more lube down his shaft. He clasped Tim’s cheek and lifted it, baring the hidden, slicked entrance. Conner stroked his cock, dragging out the moment. Usually, that would get Tim complaining or, if Conner were really lucky, begging. But Tim was sprawled out on his side, breathing deeply, as oblivious he was about to get his ass fucked as he’d been about the cock in his mouth.

Conner put the head to Tim’s hole and pressed until it squeezed inside. Tim was tight as a trap. He groaned when Conner speared him and moved in his sleep. Conner moved with him, making sure Tim didn’t dislodge him, and Tim ultimately settled.

Conner squeezed his hip. “Yeah, you know that feeling. Just a dick in the ass, Rob, nothing to be concerned about.”

Conner kept hold of his hip and thrust against him. Tim had such a grip on him that he barely moved inside him. “I don’t need you that tight, Tim. Relax a bit, let me put all of it in.” He ran his thumb up to Tim’s rim and touched where they were joined. “I’m gonna cheat a little. I know you won’t mind.”

His TTK sank into Tim’s muscles and loosened them. Conner pushed, and his cock glided smoothly in to the root. Tim let out a soft moan, barely more than a sigh, as Conner thrust and withdrew.

“There you go. There’s what you fucking wanted. Can’t be a little control freak like this, can you? Can’t just do what I say but you’ll let me do it to you.”

Conner took him at a rhythmic pace that he could keep for hours if he so chose. Tim rocked with it, a near-continuous “mmmm” escaping him but not so much as a creased brow or a fluttered eyelash to indicate he was being disturbed. “I could literally fuck you all night, you know? I could grease you up the minute you close your eyes and bust in you a minute before your alarm. You’d probably fall over when you got out of bed. But I bet it’d make you choke the fuck out of your cock. Shit, Tim, watching you come from finger-fucking my nut in your ass was so fucking hot…”

Conner gazed down at Tim, pretzeled and pinned beneath him. “Y’know, it’s just not as fun talking to myself. I’m gonna see how hard you have to take it to wake up.”

He seized Tim’s hip in a tight grip and snapped into him. He didn’t bother to start slow. He just fucked him as hard and as deep as Tim liked, just fucked him just the way Tim loved it, and Tim—

“…ohhhhhgod, oh, Kon—“

Conner’s chest swelled with smugness. He leaned on his knuckles over Tim and smirked down at him as his eyes cracked and he came through the fog of sleep. “Hey, babe. How do you like your wakeup call?”

Tim swore and clutched at the sheets. Conner squeezed him. “Tell me you like it if you don’t want me to stop.”

“Fuck, I like it I like it I—fuck—“ Tim’s tongue rolled around his mouth. “God. Oh, God, you fucked my mouth.”

“Wasn’t much of a suck job, but your lips look so good all stretched out.”

Tim rippled around his cock. Conner could feel his temperature rise. Tim tried to spread his legs, got stymied by his rolled-up sweats, swore and shoved at them. “Fuck, get these off.”

Conner got a fist in them and yanked them off Tim’s ankles. “You don’t like gettin’ fettered?”

Tim’s hips turned up. Conner could feel him spin on his dick and it felt amazing. He drew his leg up and gave himself the room to fist his cock. “You don’t need anything to restrain me.”

“Ooo, you gonna admit you like the TTK?” Conner gloated. With Tim’s leg up he could push in deeper, so he did. Tim moaned and rubbed his thumb over his cock slit. Precome was flowing from the tip.

“I like everything about you, you know that,” Tim said with ragged breath.

"Yeah, I do. Let’s hear it again, though,” Conner said.

“Now?” Tim whined. “How am I supposed to think about anything but your dick inside me?"

“Dig deep. You’ve focused through bigger distractions.”

“Disagree,” Tim grunted, and Conner’s heart flipped.

He bent and planted a kiss to the nearest part of Tim, which happened to be his knee. He made sure that Tim didn’t mash it into his teeth when he thrust in. “Aw, that’s okay, Tim. You’re right, I do know it all…”

“No,” Tim groaned. He gazed up at him with deep, dark blue eyes. He looked at Conner the way people looked at the night sky. “I love your care. Your creativeness. Your crudeness. Your…”

Conner laughed. His heart was so light, it was climbing up his throat. “Are you trying not to say ‘cock’?”

“Love how you…”

“Yes?” Now that Tim had started, Conner didn’t want him to stop.

“Love me. With your big heart and your big dick and your time and…”

Conner bit his lip as his dick surged. Tim’s praise just did it for him like nothing else. “Fuck, I’m gonna come.”

“Wait,” Tim begged, “I’m so close—“

“You’re close, huh? I bet you can get there from being creamed.”

Tim let out a ragged moan and jerked his cock faster. Conner pulled his leg wider. “Oh, yeah, Tim, spread those legs and give me a show,” Conner gasped, driving into him. His control ruptured and his thrusts turned messy as he started to pump Tim full. The pleasure and the pulse made him grunt, and Tim keened and bucked up into his spasming dick. The sight of him stripping his dick, desperately trying to get there, pulled a deep groan from Conner.

“Fuck, have some more.” Conner crushed him beneath his hips and gave him a second load. Tim cried out and finally came on the dregs, and his convulsing ass pulled Conner dry.

“Shit,” Conner gasped. He pulled Tim’s leg around his hip so that he could sink bodily on top of Tim, who let out a low “uff” as Conner settled. “Hey, what d’ya know, you milked me.”

“Jesus,” Tim mumbled. His fingers splayed out on Conner’s ribs and he held him atop him. He nuzzled his nose into Conner’s and kissed him, and Conner all too happily returned it.

He could taste a sourness on Tim’s breath, but he couldn’t say whether it was morning breath or his dick. “Are your lips sore?” he asked, gentling the kiss until it was as slow as molasses. “Is your mouth bruised? Are you—“

“I’m not so bad I can’t kiss you,” Tim said. He caught Conner’s face between his hands and urged him back to a normal pace.

“Mmm. Let me pull out.”

Tim sighed. “If you must.”

“Pftt, like you don’t love this part.” Conner withdrew, and a gush of come undammed and ran from Tim’s raw hole. Tim bit his lip and his toes curled as he reflexively humped up. “See, you love leaking.” He slotted his hips back against Tim’s and his softening cock tucked into Tim’s sticky belly. “Mmmmm, let me rub it in your mess…”

“Quit torturing me, I can’t get hard right now,” Tim groaned. Conner smirked into another kiss.

“…Thanks,” Tim breathed out against his mouth.

“Thank you,” Conner flirted.

“No, really.” Tim slid his hands up the back of Conner’s head and tipped their foreheads together. “Thank you.”

Conner swallowed back another superficial response. He propped himself up on his forearms and gazed down at Tim between them. “Your kinks are safe with me, Tim.”

“My everything’s safe with you,” Tim said, and Conner loved him right down to his soul.

“Glad we all understand each other,” Conner choked out.

Tim laced his fingers behind Conner’s head and stroked his thumbs down his jaw. “It’s ‘anything’ for me too, Conner. I’d do anything for you.”

“I know,” Conner said. He sank back into Tim’s body. He tucked his face into Tim’s neck and his lips found his ear. “You can tell me again, though.”