More bottom!Tommy thoughts.
Evan was going to kill him.
Oh, but what a way to go it was: With his legs spread wide around Evan's thighs, those lips pressed hotly to the line of his jaw (licking, sucking - biting), and Evan's long fingers beckoning inside Tommy with the kind of precision that had his brain leaking out his ears.
"Looking so good, baby," Evan tells him, hot breath whispering along Tommy's wet skin, making him shiver and arch. He's making noises, he knows he is - but it's a constant stream of whines and curses. They all bleed together in Tommy's consciousness.
He's already come twice. Twice. There is no way - he's not that young anymore. It's one of these universal truths. And then there is another one: He can't say no to Evan when he asks sweetly like this, lips swollen and red, eyes barely blue anymore - and his voice so a siren's call: "Can I try?"
Tommy had nodded, and Evan's smile had definitely been a little teasing when he demanded "words, Tommy", an echo of what Tommy usually insisted on. He would have laughed, but Tommy had no air, no room for anything but desperation and affection.
"Yes," he'd breathed. "Yes. Evan."
Tommy doesn't regret it now; how could he regret it? But he's worried that his body's limitations will become clear in just another minute and, worse, that Evan will be disappointed. It's this edge of emotion that keeps him arching into Evan, meeting his movements, trying, trying-
There is a hand on his hip, stilling Tommy.
"Hush," Evan kisses the gentle exhale to Tommy's lips. "I've got you. Relax."
He takes a shuddering breath, preparing to protest or perhaps to apologize - instead, Tommy moans when Evan pumps his hand and spreads his fingers wide. And suddenly Tommy knows exactly what he needs, exactly what's missing.
"Fuck me," he doesn't know this voice, can't begin to describe it. It's almost like it comes from another place entirely, vibrating all the way down to his gut. "Evan. I need-"
"You aren't too sensitive?"
Tommy laughs, grabbing at Evan with no coordination, entirely at Evan's mercy. But he didn't feel vulnerable; he felt like he was flying. Perhaps that's what makes his next words rush out, full of amusement and love:
"I am. I am. Don't care. Want you."
Evan humms, considering him. When he pulls his fingers out, Tommy wants to weep (the loss, the possibility, Evan, Evan, Evan.)
The noise he makes when Evan pushes inside is something animal. Tommy is sure his nails are leaving marks on Evan's back, his ass. It's only when Evan reaches down and gives him one firm stroke that Tommy realizes he's hard again.
Evan's eyes spark with delight, mischief, and a deeper emotion, one that Tommy knows to name but doesn't care for right now when he's hungry for it. After a moment of stillness, Evan leans over him, covering Tommy completely.
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