Re: [fill] Worship (2/2)sweety8587March 7 2012, 22:52:06 UTC
The old Robin costume had different shaped gloves. They hid Tim's forearms, thin but strong. The new costume accentuates them. The smooth line of muscle is highlighted by red and black, going up over biceps as firm as rocks. The old Tim was more on the thin skin. He'd never say 'scrawny' but...
New!Tim has an actual shape that doesn't make him think 'gangly teenager'. He's all gorgeous lines and strong curves with dangerous angels. They are apparent even when Tim is wearing a his t-shirt and old sweat pants.
He's taller too...it make him smile a bit sadly for some reason. That he missed the small growth spurt that pushed Tim from a little under his chin to a few inches short of eye level. But it makes kissing more comfortable for them so...no arguments there.
"Conner..."
Tim's hands lightly trail up his shoulders, dragging him down beside him. He smiles as the other man leans over to kiss him softly, a foot running against his denim clad leg. Tim hooks his knee behind Kon's and is content to stay there when Kon breaks the kiss. He moans quietly when Kon's lips move down against his neck. Suckling purple marks against the pale skin, his hand sliding Tim's back.
His fingertips and palm try to adjust to this new back. With broader shoulders and a stronger back, they roam restlessly trying to find some familiarity. They trace familiar scars and linger longer over unfamiliar ones. Moving lower to the slim waist revealed thanks to a rucked up t-shirt. Same pale skin, new scars.
Once upon a time, his hand could easily span Tim's waist. One hand against his lower back, fingertips to wrist. Now, there's an extra inch he can't reach no matter how much he stretches his fingers. Tim always smiles at his exaggerated efforts and silly jokes about having gained weight.
Just like how he's smiling right now as his fingers slip over the curve of Tim's ass. Well, it was nice to know that at least some things hadn't changed. Still firm, still just big enough for a good squeeze. Still made Tim wriggle in his grasp.
"Conner..."
Deeper voice, same passion. Same tone in a new register that urges him to touch him more. He passed over the muscular thighs, still shapely but with a bit more mass than what his sense memory recalls. Warm fingers urge Tim to wrap his leg higher around his waist. It's easy to hook his fingers behind Tim's knee and to stroke the skin there. Tim wriggles slightly again, stilling as Kon's hands roll down to cup his ankle and heel.
Everything is the same, everything is so different.
"You've changed so much." He states sadly.
Tim sits up, hands gently cradling Kon's face as he pulls the larger boy closer. "I'm still me." he reminds Kon quietly.
He wants to shake his head, feeling a childish sense of loss at how much Tim has changed and he wasn't there for it. He wants to nod because yes, this is still the same Tim. Just older and wiser with the same gentle heart beating underneath it all.
He focuses on the soft lub-lub sound, eyes half closed as he stares at Tim's chest. And the sound of Tim breathing, deep inhales and exhales you wouldn't be able to hear if you didn't pay extremely close attention. The inaudible 'plik' noise of his eyelids blinking as they gaze at him curiously.
"Yeah..." he replies softly, "You're still you in the ways that matter."
His partner gives him a wide, happy smile that he's only ever shown him when they're alone like this.The smile that hasn't changed in all the years and trials passed.
Yeah...Tim hasn't changed in the ways that really matter.
Re: [fill] Worship (2/2)sweety8587September 29 2012, 12:04:49 UTC
"I'm still me." he reminds Kon quietly. ------ would it be more romantic if you added: 'i'm still yours.', after the 'i'm still me.' ------------------------------------------------- happy smile that he's only ever shown him when they're alone like this.The smile that hasn't changed in all the years and trials passed ----- that's very sweet/touching
The old Robin costume had different shaped gloves. They hid Tim's forearms, thin but strong. The new costume accentuates them. The smooth line of muscle is highlighted by red and black, going up over biceps as firm as rocks. The old Tim was more on the thin skin. He'd never say 'scrawny' but...
New!Tim has an actual shape that doesn't make him think 'gangly teenager'. He's all gorgeous lines and strong curves with dangerous angels. They are apparent even when Tim is wearing a his t-shirt and old sweat pants.
He's taller too...it make him smile a bit sadly for some reason. That he missed the small growth spurt that pushed Tim from a little under his chin to a few inches short of eye level. But it makes kissing more comfortable for them so...no arguments there.
"Conner..."
Tim's hands lightly trail up his shoulders, dragging him down beside him. He smiles as the other man leans over to kiss him softly, a foot running against his denim clad leg. Tim hooks his knee behind Kon's and is content to stay there when Kon breaks the kiss. He moans quietly when Kon's lips move down against his neck. Suckling purple marks against the pale skin, his hand sliding Tim's back.
His fingertips and palm try to adjust to this new back. With broader shoulders and a stronger back, they roam restlessly trying to find some familiarity. They trace familiar scars and linger longer over unfamiliar ones. Moving lower to the slim waist revealed thanks to a rucked up t-shirt. Same pale skin, new scars.
Once upon a time, his hand could easily span Tim's waist. One hand against his lower back, fingertips to wrist. Now, there's an extra inch he can't reach no matter how much he stretches his fingers. Tim always smiles at his exaggerated efforts and silly jokes about having gained weight.
Just like how he's smiling right now as his fingers slip over the curve of Tim's ass. Well, it was nice to know that at least some things hadn't changed. Still firm, still just big enough for a good squeeze. Still made Tim wriggle in his grasp.
"Conner..."
Deeper voice, same passion. Same tone in a new register that urges him to touch him more. He passed over the muscular thighs, still shapely but with a bit more mass than what his sense memory recalls. Warm fingers urge Tim to wrap his leg higher around his waist. It's easy to hook his fingers behind Tim's knee and to stroke the skin there. Tim wriggles slightly again, stilling as Kon's hands roll down to cup his ankle and heel.
Everything is the same, everything is so different.
"You've changed so much." He states sadly.
Tim sits up, hands gently cradling Kon's face as he pulls the larger boy closer. "I'm still me." he reminds Kon quietly.
He wants to shake his head, feeling a childish sense of loss at how much Tim has changed and he wasn't there for it. He wants to nod because yes, this is still the same Tim. Just older and wiser with the same gentle heart beating underneath it all.
He focuses on the soft lub-lub sound, eyes half closed as he stares at Tim's chest. And the sound of Tim breathing, deep inhales and exhales you wouldn't be able to hear if you didn't pay extremely close attention. The inaudible 'plik' noise of his eyelids blinking as they gaze at him curiously.
"Yeah..." he replies softly, "You're still you in the ways that matter."
His partner gives him a wide, happy smile that he's only ever shown him when they're alone like this.The smile that hasn't changed in all the years and trials passed.
Yeah...Tim hasn't changed in the ways that really matter.
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would it be more romantic if you added: 'i'm still yours.', after the 'i'm still me.'
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happy smile that he's only ever shown him when they're alone like this.The smile that hasn't changed in all the years and trials passed
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that's very sweet/touching
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