Tim Drake-Wayne Fic 4
After the deep, probing kiss that left his face feeling like it'd been slimed, Kyle pulled back, adjusting their position. He jerked Tim down farther as he propped himself on his knees some. The new position meant that Kyle was now stabbing into him at a different angle. It felt like being kicked in the crotch when the student's cock stabbed into his prostate. Lights flashed and Tim couldn't hold back the scream.
When Kyle grabbed his cock, Tim flailed, trying to get away. He took his opportunity to hit and scratch at the older male.
"I'm trying to help here. I'm going to make you cum. I need you to cum. You're going to cum." the older male jabbed his hips viciously into Tim's own. One hand gripping the two smaller hands tight as he continued to pound. Kyle slapped the cock in front of him, like he was saying 'bad boy' before wrapping it up in his grip.
Tim felt like his orgasm was ripped out of him, stripped out of his dick by force as he screamed. He lay there too wasted to do anything as Kyle pulled the last drops out of his dick, still pounding away at him. The tears were too thick in his eyes to see clearly the expression on Kyle's face as he came, shooting into the condom buried in his ass.
Once the older man's orgasm was through, he collapsed onto the smaller body beneath him. Tim sobbed deeply as Kyle pressed soft, loving kisses along his face, nuzzling him and whispering "Shh, its OK. You're OK now. It felt great. You felt great and you came. Just let it all out. A first time can be very emotional for the best of us and you did so well."
The moment Kyle pulled out and moved away, Tim rolled himself into the cushions. Hands covering his face to help hide the shame and anguish that threatened to overwhelm him. moment later, Kyle was back behind him, a wash cloth in hand. He couldn't help the flinch or drawing his knees in to protect himself.
"I'm just trying to clean you up. Sorry, I should have warned you." A lukewarm wash cloth felt blessedly clean and soothing as the older male ran it along the pale, scared skin. "You did so wonderful, so good. I'm so proud of you. I know that it was challenging but you were so courageous. We did it. We did it together. Took away your virginity card so no more chasing unicorns."
Tim couldn't help the hiccuping laugh that escaped him.
"See, there, now, it wasn't so bad. You're so beautiful when you laugh." He feathered his fingers against Tim's unguarded ribs. He squirmed, pulling away as he laughed. Kyle's arms went around him, spooning into his back, holding onto him as the last of the sobs tapered off.
He felt so empty and numb. His mind drifted as Kyle continued to talk to him, whispering good things as his hands kept stroking Tim. Pinned as he was between the older male's body and the back of the couch, is was soothing. Almost like he was being cradled.
An hour or more passed like that. Tim wasn't sure. the numbness so enveloping that he barely noticed when Kyle moved him to the bed and left, saying something about how good Tim was and how he wanted to stay but he had to get up early in the morning for classes.
That half asleep, half awake numbness persisted until the early hours of the morning. Into that early time when birds are starting to chirp and the sun is a breath of light on the horizon. Tim got up in and his body moved with a robot-like efficiency. He felt disjointed from his body, he was so numb. He barely looked at himself as he went into the shower, turning the water as hot as he could stand it, letting it sluice over his body for a few minutes, too numb to even put forth the effort of washing himself.
The hot water woke him up more but didn't jolt him out of the numb state. Eventually he washed himself quickly in his usual morning efficiency. Quick brush of his teeth. Small dab of cologne. That day's suit cool against his skin. Breakfast a couple of eggs with home baked bread toast.
The morning routine only broken when he got out a zip locked baggy from the cabinet and put the nearly empty glass of juice and vodka inside.
He was almost disappointed when the lab results came back negative for GHB or other drugs.
Once he read the report, he destroyed all evidence of his tests and the glass. Then he opened his cell phone and texted Kyle, saying that he wanted to meet for another date in two days.
Tim cried the whole time as they made love in his bed. Afterwards, Kyle held him and talked to him and stayed with him the whole night, despite Tim being curled up in a tight ball. The third time Tim has to beg Kyle to just touch and love him, no matter what. He makes it to the end before he's crying again.
He's the one who brings the ropes and wrist cuffs and collar into the bedroom. "I need this, I need you. I just have to get past this. Push past it, force myself to accept your touch. I like it, I do. My body craves it. It cries out for touch. Its just that my head just won't shut up long enough for me to have it. Please, try this with me. I just need to let go. My safe word is Broccoli."
When Kyle ties him up, the ropes are so loose and inexpertly tied that Tim wants to laugh at the stupidity of it all. But it helps calm his mind and lets himself feel the touch. He begs and pleads with Kyle to stop, crying through the whole thing. Each time as heady and exhausting as the last. But as he drifts in that post adrenaline and orgasm high afterwards, still tied up in the ever getting better web of restraints, for the first time in a long time, Tim kind of feels OK.
When Kyle grabbed his cock, Tim flailed, trying to get away. He took his opportunity to hit and scratch at the older male.
"I'm trying to help here. I'm going to make you cum. I need you to cum. You're going to cum." the older male jabbed his hips viciously into Tim's own. One hand gripping the two smaller hands tight as he continued to pound. Kyle slapped the cock in front of him, like he was saying 'bad boy' before wrapping it up in his grip.
Tim felt like his orgasm was ripped out of him, stripped out of his dick by force as he screamed. He lay there too wasted to do anything as Kyle pulled the last drops out of his dick, still pounding away at him. The tears were too thick in his eyes to see clearly the expression on Kyle's face as he came, shooting into the condom buried in his ass.
Once the older man's orgasm was through, he collapsed onto the smaller body beneath him. Tim sobbed deeply as Kyle pressed soft, loving kisses along his face, nuzzling him and whispering "Shh, its OK. You're OK now. It felt great. You felt great and you came. Just let it all out. A first time can be very emotional for the best of us and you did so well."
The moment Kyle pulled out and moved away, Tim rolled himself into the cushions. Hands covering his face to help hide the shame and anguish that threatened to overwhelm him. moment later, Kyle was back behind him, a wash cloth in hand. He couldn't help the flinch or drawing his knees in to protect himself.
"I'm just trying to clean you up. Sorry, I should have warned you." A lukewarm wash cloth felt blessedly clean and soothing as the older male ran it along the pale, scared skin. "You did so wonderful, so good. I'm so proud of you. I know that it was challenging but you were so courageous. We did it. We did it together. Took away your virginity card so no more chasing unicorns."
Tim couldn't help the hiccuping laugh that escaped him.
"See, there, now, it wasn't so bad. You're so beautiful when you laugh." He feathered his fingers against Tim's unguarded ribs. He squirmed, pulling away as he laughed. Kyle's arms went around him, spooning into his back, holding onto him as the last of the sobs tapered off.
He felt so empty and numb. His mind drifted as Kyle continued to talk to him, whispering good things as his hands kept stroking Tim. Pinned as he was between the older male's body and the back of the couch, is was soothing. Almost like he was being cradled.
An hour or more passed like that. Tim wasn't sure. the numbness so enveloping that he barely noticed when Kyle moved him to the bed and left, saying something about how good Tim was and how he wanted to stay but he had to get up early in the morning for classes.
That half asleep, half awake numbness persisted until the early hours of the morning. Into that early time when birds are starting to chirp and the sun is a breath of light on the horizon. Tim got up in and his body moved with a robot-like efficiency. He felt disjointed from his body, he was so numb. He barely looked at himself as he went into the shower, turning the water as hot as he could stand it, letting it sluice over his body for a few minutes, too numb to even put forth the effort of washing himself.
The hot water woke him up more but didn't jolt him out of the numb state. Eventually he washed himself quickly in his usual morning efficiency. Quick brush of his teeth. Small dab of cologne. That day's suit cool against his skin. Breakfast a couple of eggs with home baked bread toast.
The morning routine only broken when he got out a zip locked baggy from the cabinet and put the nearly empty glass of juice and vodka inside.
He was almost disappointed when the lab results came back negative for GHB or other drugs.
Once he read the report, he destroyed all evidence of his tests and the glass. Then he opened his cell phone and texted Kyle, saying that he wanted to meet for another date in two days.
Tim cried the whole time as they made love in his bed. Afterwards, Kyle held him and talked to him and stayed with him the whole night, despite Tim being curled up in a tight ball. The third time Tim has to beg Kyle to just touch and love him, no matter what. He makes it to the end before he's crying again.
He's the one who brings the ropes and wrist cuffs and collar into the bedroom. "I need this, I need you. I just have to get past this. Push past it, force myself to accept your touch. I like it, I do. My body craves it. It cries out for touch. Its just that my head just won't shut up long enough for me to have it. Please, try this with me. I just need to let go. My safe word is Broccoli."
When Kyle ties him up, the ropes are so loose and inexpertly tied that Tim wants to laugh at the stupidity of it all. But it helps calm his mind and lets himself feel the touch. He begs and pleads with Kyle to stop, crying through the whole thing. Each time as heady and exhausting as the last. But as he drifts in that post adrenaline and orgasm high afterwards, still tied up in the ever getting better web of restraints, for the first time in a long time, Tim kind of feels OK.