"Pull out." He mutters around the thumb in his mouth. His face face flushed from the onslaught happening to him at this moment. He sets the glass down as he briefly chokes on Jacob's fingers even though he should have known the assassin wouldn't be holding back.

Well, neither will he. Closing his eyes Tim puts his all into sucking on those fingers. Lips locking around and sucking hard. Moaning the whole time and this time when he goes down on them he doesn't gag in the slightest. Slurping and sucking with gusto.

The problem is that he has to keep his arm on the bar. Afraid with how hard Jacob was still going into him that if he lets go of the bar he might just fall over. An arm that is dangerously close to that still partially full glass. If Jacob was to thrust into him just right it would be nearly impossible for Tim not to knock it over. The drink having completely been forgotten while his mouth is occupied by Jacob's fingers.