I regret to inform y'all that the jaytim update will, shockingly, be late. I wore myself out yesterday, apparently, when I wrote 7k for it, so I only managed another 2k when I got home from work today. now my brain is just mush.
I will be trying my damnedest to have it ready before Sunday, so that it's still posted during jaytim week. Hopefully it would be worth the wait, at least. It's already verging on 18k, and I'm estimating that I'll need another 4-6k to finish it, but don't quote me on that.
In the meantime, here's another teaser:
“Raise your chin a bit higher, pet,” he instructs, and when Jason does so, Tim bends down and carefully wraps the collar around Jason’s throat before sliding the lock through the rings at the back and snapping it closed. Jason sucks in a sharp breath at the sound, and Tim presses a kiss to his forehead when he starts to pull back.
“Okay?” he asks, and Jason nods slowly.
“Thank you, Sir,” he whispers, and Tim ruffles his hair affectionately as he straightens. He curls the other end of the leash around his hand a few times, shortening the length of it, and then he starts to step back towards the bed. Jason takes the hint immediately, slowly shuffling forward on his knees until Tim reaches his destination and sits down on the side of the bed. He spreads his legs, and Jason settles between them and looks up at him with something bordering on naked desperation.
Tim’s breath catches at the sight, and he reaches his free hand out to cup Jason’s cheek.
“You want something, don’t you, darling?” he asks, his thumb brushing across Jason’s lower lip before he pushes it between them. Jason’s tongue flicks over the pad of it, and Tim hums. Jason whines and stares up into his eyes as he tries to suck Tim’s thumb further into his mouth.
Tim lets him, even helping him along as he slides it in deeper himself and strokes along the flat of his sub’s tongue.
“Put your hands behind your back,” he says, and Jason scrambles to obey, so eager to be good if it means he’ll be rewarded with Sir’s cock. Tim’s lips twitch and his eyes narrow. “Now, take my cock out.”
Jason blinks, whining around his thumb in confusion. He makes an aborted move to bring his hands back around, but Tim’s raised eyebrow stops that in its tracks.
