6 am and im thinking abt tim helping u stretch bc he knows it'll work out in his favor later on
8 am and he doesn’t even worry himself with being slick about it. he’s always stretched with you because it’s something you like to do, which means he likes it, and i can see him slowly getting more suggestive with his stretches until he’s got you on your back, legs bent to your chest and suddenly everything is reminiscent of literally just last night.
“tim. what’re you doin’.” you scold, narrowing your eyes at him as he kneels proudly between your spread legs.
“i’m helpin’!” he exclaims, smug and playful. his grip on your ankles tightens and loosens with his words, eyes sparkling and smile wide.
“‘helping feels a lot like you’re tryna put me in a-”
“it’ll help later!”
“of course.”
and when later comes, and he’s all over you, you can’t help but be grateful for his antics when he can press your legs just a little farther back, and he kisses that spot even better than he usually does (which sends you off the deep end.)
