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Different worlds
Timothée finds Tom in a dark alleyway after shooting his new movie, he spotted a man, injured heavily, hurriedly walks over and patted Tom's shoulder like a feather has brushed on top of Tom, “Oh gosh, are you okay?” Tom groaned at the impact, despite the pain from the wounds, he shifted and held his usual composure, “Get away from me I’m fine,” Coldness seeping through his words.
Timothée frowned at Tom, “Goodness, your bleeding! Let me help you.” He tore his shirt and ripped off two pieces of cloth, applying pressure on Tom’s wound in an attempt to stop the bleeding. Tom groaned at the pain, lightly whimpering in the process, the other cloth strapped onto his forearm.
Timothée carried Tom back to his home, laying him gently on his bed and took out his first aid kit, and began to carefully examine and clean his wounds. Tom couldn’t help but groan at the pain from the disinfectant being dabbed on his scars. Tom hissed at the contact of the disinfectant cleaning up the blood, and he let out a yelp as the glass was being plucked out of his skin. Timothée patted his head in reassurance, Tom growled at being treated so carefully and gently but slowly eased himself into Timothée’s touch and even let out a soft hum at the contact.
Letting out a small groan, Tom felt way better than having opened, unclean wounds that were painful. He couldn't help notice how humane Timothée was while putting the kit away. His curves were smooth and gorgeous, just like a piece of China- so delicate. Timothée spotted him staring at him, “Are you… okay?” He placed the first aid kit in the cabinet, the stuff inside was neat and tidy.
“Y-yeah, I'm fine, thanks for asking, “ The sudden question shocked him, replying nervously as he gazed into Timothée’s hazel eyes. They weren't only hazel, they gave out a tinted blue around the pupil, they were mesmerizing.
“Whatcha looking?” Timothée sat down on the couch with him, slightly leaned forward into Tom’s direction.
“U-uh nothing…” Obviously something was going on, Tom was in the swirling pool made from his eyes. He was drained inside of them, it seemed like it's glowing. He cleared his throat, “It's just- your eyes.”
“My eyes?” He leaned more forward, knees touching knees. His breath brushed against his ear, and Tom let out a blush.
There's just something special about Timothée, he doesn't know why. Maybe it's because they were strangers two hours ago and they are now touching each other- TOUCHING? no- no- simply no. Why did he think about that?
“Um, yeah. They're gorgeous,” He couldn't help but to move his curly hair that blocked his orbs, making Timothée gasp softly. “Thank you, sweetheart,” Timothée tilted up Tom’s chin, the other hand soothing his skin, lighting it on fire.
Tom blushed furiously, his breath ragged from his touch, he felt hot, like HOT, RED HOT. Heat poured in from his touch on his chin, Timothée’s eyes were now covered in lust and need, Tom felt himself become wet and hard. Timothée had leaned in closer and Tom could feel Timothée’s length on his thigh growing harder by the second. Tom nudged his knee against Timothée’s length, luring a deep moan from him. Tom’s own length twitched at the sound, moaning from the friction of his pants, grinding for more. Timothée let out a small smirk, “You needy little slut..”, Tom moaned at the name, grinding against Timothée’s knee, two wet stains forming on his pants. Tom panted as he began to come closer to climax, moaning out Timothée’s name as he grinded furiously, trying to relieve his throbbing length, precome leaking out of his cock in need. Just as Tom was about to cum, Timothée pulled back his knee, clicking his tongue in disdain, “So needy for me, you needy little hole, aching for my cock aren’t you, say you are a slut..” tracing the outline of Tom’s length, Tom groaned furiously, trying to touch himself. Timothée smirked and slapped his hand away, “Strip.”
Tom’s eyes lightened up, quickly unbuckling his belt and slipped out of his trousers, pulling his boxers down and letting his cock spring free. It was angry red and dripping, Timothée let out a soft moan and reached out, brushing his thumb on the tip of Tom’s cock, gathering as much precome as he could and sucked on it with a grin. Tom let out a small whine and buckled his hips, needing any sort of friction. “Open.” Timothée commanded and Tom blushed hard, parting his thighs, revealing his aching hole. Timothée grinned and grabbed the lube from his bedside table, smearing some on his fingers and teased Tom’s entrance, his finger prodding the entrance but not putting it in, Tom groaned and directly shoved himself onto Timothée’s fingers eagerly, and immediately gasped at the sensation, Timothée’s eyebrow twitched, “Are you okay…?” Timothée continued to speak but Tom could no longer hear him, he was so full, full of Timothée, the way his fingers settled in him, it felt so good.. He needed him, he needed friction, he needed Timothée to move his fingers. Tom rocked gently against Timothée’s fingers before stopping abruptly, Timothée’s fingers brushed against a spot and Tom couldn’t help but moan loudly. Timothée raised an eyebrow and grinned at knowing that he had accidentally found his prostate and began to rub at the spot, circling it and pressing against it. “Pl-please.. so good, need.. need you in me.” “Who’s a little slut?” Timothée grinned, “Taking my fingers so well.. say you are a slut.. my slut..” “Plea-pl-please.. I’m-I’m your.. slut! Please!” Tom sobbed, a moaning and panting mess on the couch, squirming and crying, fluids spilling out of his hole as his cock throbbed furiously. Timothée smirked at Tom’s desperation and thrust his fingers back in hard, Tom gasped and shrieked at the sensation, eyes rolling to the back and moaned out loud, eyes shutting to the sensation and began to fuck himself on Timothée’s fingers, groans turning to heavy moans and he got closer to climax once again. “I-I’m so close..!” Tom squealed as Timothée applied pressure on his prostate, arching up and his body spamming from the sudden orgasm, body jolting as he cried out in ecstasy, his walls clamping on Timothée’s fingers as he came, riding out his high. Tom's breath came ragged, panting and trembling as he lay back on the couch, Timothée’s fingers were still in him, thrusting slowly as Tom rode out his aftershocks.
Timothée raised one of his eyebrows, “Already tired?”
“Kind of..” Tom mumbled, “Well too bad, you're taking my cock whether you like it or not,” Timothée grinned, unzipping his belt and pulling down his boxers, letting it slap on his skin, angry red and dripping. “Fuck… Timothée…” Tom couldn't help but moan in his presence, desperately wanting him, he can't wait much longer. He needs him now.
Timothée spreaded Tom’s legs even wider, letting his cock tease Tom’s beautiful entrance. Timothée slowly brushes his cock up and down, making Tom grasp the bed sheets, “Timothée… please…” He couldn't help but pull Timothée in another wet kiss, tongues dancing with each other, swirling the love inside him. Timothée’s cock suddenly slides into Tom’s entrance, making Tom moan into his mouth. Timothée grabbed Tom by the neck, forming a hickey onto him. As Timothée’s cock pounds deeper into Tom, Tom bit his lower lip hard, blood streaks appearing on his lips, Timothée licked them off, tasted the sweet bliss. Timothée groaned, pulling back all the way and slamming back in Tom hard. Tom gasped and arched his back from the pleasure, Timothée took the chance to go in deeper, pounding Tom with a punishing pace, with every thrust filled with passion. “So-so close-e!” Tom moaned, barely able to form sentences. “Beg for it Tom..” Timothée smirked, but he knew he was close as well, he grinned and pounded Tom with a pace that would make him tumble over the edge in no time. “Pl-please! I-I n-need to..!” Tom’s voice was cut short from Timothée stroking his cock fast and hard. “Come for me little slut..” Timothée growled, his voice low and heavy with lust. Tom’s cock twitches, cumming with a cry, releasing his load on his stomach as he moans and gasps from the sensations.
“You didn't last long, “ Timothée chuckles as he pounds deeper into Tom, well aware of how close he was as well, “I like it. I like you,” His finger scoops up the cum on Tom, and pops it into his mouth as Tom gasps at the overstimulation, “Sweet.” Timothée coos as he pounds harder and deeper into Tom.
Timothée didn’t last long as Tom’s entrance pulsed and squeezed around him, rolling his eyes as he finally reached climax, heavy moans with pleasure, pounding Tom hard as he came. He thrusted deep in Tom, until he came deep inside Tom and pulled out, Tom’s hole oozing with his cum, Timothée panted as Tom whined at the feeling of Timothée’s release dripping out. Timothée smirked and pulled out a plug from his drawer, thrusting it into Tom’s over-sensitive hole, luring a loud gasp from Tom as the plug filled his hole, keeping Timothée’s release inside. Timothée grinned and tapped on the base of the plug and Tom’s breathing hitched, the cold metal pressing against the walls of his burning hole.
“Good boy..” Timothée cooed, taking a wet towel and cleaning Tom’s sensitive skin softly and lifted a half sleeping Tom in his arms to the bedroom, settling him on his bed and covering his body with his covers. “Good night,” Timothée whispered, pushing Tom’s hair out of his face.