FILL - Café Au Lait (2)salmon_pinkMarch 5 2012, 23:48:35 UTC
He makes the ring ripple a little against Tim’s cock, fluttery little touch, and Tim manages to make the way he places his hand on the counter seem almost casual. But Kon’s super-vision means that even across the café, he can see that Tim’s grip is white-knuckled.
There’s a hint of perspiration forming at Tim’s hairline.
Kon keeps up the rippling motion, mentally picturing it as butterfly wings fluttering, soft and sweet and teasing.
His super-hearing picks up the sound of Tim’s teeth grinding together.
He rubs the knuckle-shaped TTK up against the back of Tim’s sac, urges it to thicken into something closer to the shape of his thumb.
His x-ray vision means he can see Tim’s toes curling in his sneakers.
Kon smiles darkly to himself and pushes the TTK thumb back and up against Tim’s hole.
The muscles of Tim’s legs tense up hard, but not quite quick enough to catch him entirely when his knees try to give out, so he ends up awkwardly hip-checking the counter.
Yep, that definitely counts as a victory.
A second barista gives Tim a concerned, somewhat suspicious look as she hands him their drinks. Tim gives her a jerky nod and even manages to thank her, although it comes out through gritted teeth.
Kon lets the TTK fall away so Tim can cross the café without dropping their drinks.
“Hi, honey. I missed you,” Kon chirps when Tim all but slams down the cups. He lets his smirk be just as dark and wet and filthy as he wants. “Could you tell?”
Tim glares down at him, the most perfect flush still painting his face. “You son of a -”
“You got them to go?” Kon interrupts, nodding at the take-away cups in their cardboard holders. “I thought we were hanging out here?”
“We’re leaving,” Tim hisses, grabbing a handful of packets of sugar from the bowl on the table.
Kon settles back in the booth a little, spreading his arms across the back and generally looking as arrogant and smug as possible. “Aww, but I like it here. I think we should stay.”
Tim takes a deep breath and then he’s leaning forward, reaching over Kon’s lap for his jacket to cover the way he’s pushing into Kon’s personal space, the scent of his arousal filling Kon’s senses, lips so close that Kon can feel his breath on his cheek. “No, we’re leaving. Now.” He hovers there for a moment, gaze flickering pointedly from Kon’s eyes to his lips and back again, before he slowly stands back up.
To anyone else, Tim might just look pissed off, but Kon knows differently. Because, yeah, okay, Tim is pissed off, but it’s the good kind of pissed off, the kind that means that Kon’s in for a particularly amazing, particularly satisfying afternoon, just as soon as they reach a bedroom or the doorway of Tim’s apartment or anywhere else relatively private.
“If you insist,” he grins, grabbing his coffee and following Tim out the door.
Re: FILL - Café Au Lait (2)animegoilMarch 6 2012, 00:04:51 UTC
Holy fuck that was so good I can't even handle it. That was almost better than them actually having sex. Fantastic descriptions,and I love how Tim got angry XD
Re: FILL - Café Au Lait (2)slytherinblackMarch 6 2012, 03:24:36 UTC
I have a head canon in my Handed Down series where Jason meets Jack for the first time, Jack's wearing the S-shield at that particular moment, and then Jason's totally flabbergasted when Jack picks a lock instead of ripping it off the wall.
So yeah, point being that I second your brick wall conceptualization XD
Re: FILL - Café Au Lait (2)salmon_pinkSeptember 29 2012, 10:55:36 UTC
that was funny and sexy and mean. and what kind of game is it if kon's the only one playing. i'm also a little surprised he would want others to see tim's dark eyes and flushed cheeks due to arousal- he seems the possessive type and not want to share- tim should make kon wear a remote controlled portable vibrator so that he can stimulate kon when he least suspects it
There’s a hint of perspiration forming at Tim’s hairline.
Kon keeps up the rippling motion, mentally picturing it as butterfly wings fluttering, soft and sweet and teasing.
His super-hearing picks up the sound of Tim’s teeth grinding together.
He rubs the knuckle-shaped TTK up against the back of Tim’s sac, urges it to thicken into something closer to the shape of his thumb.
His x-ray vision means he can see Tim’s toes curling in his sneakers.
Kon smiles darkly to himself and pushes the TTK thumb back and up against Tim’s hole.
The muscles of Tim’s legs tense up hard, but not quite quick enough to catch him entirely when his knees try to give out, so he ends up awkwardly hip-checking the counter.
Yep, that definitely counts as a victory.
A second barista gives Tim a concerned, somewhat suspicious look as she hands him their drinks. Tim gives her a jerky nod and even manages to thank her, although it comes out through gritted teeth.
Kon lets the TTK fall away so Tim can cross the café without dropping their drinks.
“Hi, honey. I missed you,” Kon chirps when Tim all but slams down the cups. He lets his smirk be just as dark and wet and filthy as he wants. “Could you tell?”
Tim glares down at him, the most perfect flush still painting his face. “You son of a -”
“You got them to go?” Kon interrupts, nodding at the take-away cups in their cardboard holders. “I thought we were hanging out here?”
“We’re leaving,” Tim hisses, grabbing a handful of packets of sugar from the bowl on the table.
Kon settles back in the booth a little, spreading his arms across the back and generally looking as arrogant and smug as possible. “Aww, but I like it here. I think we should stay.”
Tim takes a deep breath and then he’s leaning forward, reaching over Kon’s lap for his jacket to cover the way he’s pushing into Kon’s personal space, the scent of his arousal filling Kon’s senses, lips so close that Kon can feel his breath on his cheek. “No, we’re leaving. Now.” He hovers there for a moment, gaze flickering pointedly from Kon’s eyes to his lips and back again, before he slowly stands back up.
To anyone else, Tim might just look pissed off, but Kon knows differently. Because, yeah, okay, Tim is pissed off, but it’s the good kind of pissed off, the kind that means that Kon’s in for a particularly amazing, particularly satisfying afternoon, just as soon as they reach a bedroom or the doorway of Tim’s apartment or anywhere else relatively private.
“If you insist,” he grins, grabbing his coffee and following Tim out the door.
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Tim's planning something evil in revenge.
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So yeah, point being that I second your brick wall conceptualization XD
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And Tim is just pinching the bridge of his nose.
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