[ Shame seizes Tim like a hungry wolf, gnawing at his insides violently enough to send him into a tailspin, squirming and crossing his legs to hide the growing tent in his trousers. What sort of hopeless, wanton creature is he, that a complete stranger can tell the state he’s in just from looking at him? Tim squeezes his eyes shut, tries to will away the flush on his cheeks along with any and all thoughts of dragging his tongue up the length of this poor man’s neck, but thinking about it only makes things worse.
There is an ounce of relief, though, that he hasn’t just lost his mind. Something’s been done to them, and he can hear it in Matt’s voice now that he’s listening for it. There’s a shakiness, like he’s trying to hold himself together. Not unlike Tim’s, but his own is airier, soft panting as if he were already approaching a breaking point and ready to beg . ]
I...the candy, out of the eggs.
[ Fuck me, spank me, suck it... he'd thought it was just the house having poor taste, as usual, and popped them into his mouth one by one without a second thought. Without even reading most of them. ]
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There is an ounce of relief, though, that he hasn’t just lost his mind. Something’s been done to them, and he can hear it in Matt’s voice now that he’s listening for it. There’s a shakiness, like he’s trying to hold himself together. Not unlike Tim’s, but his own is airier, soft panting as if he were already approaching a breaking point and ready to beg . ]
I...the candy, out of the eggs.
[ Fuck me, spank me, suck it... he'd thought it was just the house having poor taste, as usual, and popped them into his mouth one by one without a second thought. Without even reading most of them. ]
Did you...?