He’s liquidfluidwonderful and he’ll going to drown beneath him, in his own sweat. “B-Bart…” The thrusting into his hips, into *him*, decelerates and the frequency of vibrating lowers to a *humming*.“…Hmm~?” Gold eyes peek through too-long eyelashes down at him. Sometimes…Bart is too pretty.Tim tries to speak his thoughts at first and ends up slurring none of the clear words he wished to actually voice. He swallows hard. Someone should have warned him that multiple orgasms would make one ridiculously incoherent and woozy on top of it. “*nngh*… I’m cl-…”Bart’s smile is lopsided.And *so* pretty. “Again?” The speedster snickers and his edges blur to Tim’s vision as the timing of vibrations and the stronger thrusts increases and all Tim can do is whimper with lips screwed up tight and fist his pillow. Helpless usually wasn’t a good feeling. Helpless was most of the time attuned to a bad feeling. Tim feels the root of his (fourth…? fifth in the last hour…?) orgasm gripping in the base of his shaft. Spreading up. And up. And *out* to wetly coat his stomach. A good helpless… if it existed… was this.
WHOA
WHOA
WAIT
SOMEONE
WROTE ME
ME
STUFF? OMG OMMGG. HAPPIEST DAY. OF LIFE.
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