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[ The grind of Tim's hips pulls a needy moan from Edward's lips, his hands clutching at the other man's back and groping at his lace-covered ass. ]

Jesus-- [ He gasps at that threat, then takes the initiative to get them there, pushing Tim along the entryway until they make it to the kitchen. It's for the best, anyway, because Edward's house guest can make good use of the cooking oil left on the counter. Extra points for being adaptive.]

[As they stumble towards the kitchen, Tim does not help to get them there any faster. Taking breaks to kiss Ed all over his face and neck until they finally make it towards the counter.

He spots the cooking oil and he briefly tries to open it while refusing to let his lips leave Ed. Eventually getting frustrated and just smashing the bottle against the counter. Slicking his fingers in the mess it leaves behind before eagerly seeking out the other man's ass.]

[ No complaints; in fact it somehow only turns Edward on more that the other man can't keep his lips off of him. Ed reciprocates with a few biting kisses of his own, all along Tim's jawline, his earlobes, and his neck. ]

Shit! [ He curses as he hears glass shatter behind him, assuming they'd knocked something off of the counter but gasping when he realizes Tim has shattered a bottle of oil to fuck him with it. Arousal floods his body until it's literally leaking from his cock, still trapped in lace. ]

Fucking maniac-- [ He purrs hungrily, teeth tugging at Tim's lower lip as he shifts, standing with his legs parted wider to give him easier entry.]

That's panty thieving maniac. [He agrees. Fucking him a little faster and harder with each passing moment.] Get it right.

Hah-- [ Edward huffs. distracted by the way Tim's fingers fuck into his hole with increasing speed. Several soft, short moans leave him. ]

Scourge of the silk shoppes. [ He manages to tease, nearly melting into the counter. He pries his hands from Tim to grasp an oven mit hanging off of one of the counter cabinet knobs and uses it to push the oil-coated broken glass off of the counter top and onto the floor. It does nothing really to clean up the oil, but he's less concerned with it as long as once Tim is through with fingering him he can hop on top of the counter without slipping off of it like a water slide and hook his legs around Tim's middle. ]

And don't you forget it. [He spreads his fingers open wide while Ed gets the area cleared for them. The very moment the glass finishes clattering to the floor he grabs roughly for the other man's thighs. Tim's strong arms lifting him up and pushing his up onto the counter, yet he doesn't sink himself in just yet. Instead rubbing their cocks playfully together between the lace while his runs his hand through the oil. Trying to get enough to slick up his own cock before he goes in.]

Mm! [ Edward hums playfully as the other man lifts him atop the counter, reading his mind. He feels a fresh wave of arousal pulse through him, the angle a promise to feel Tim deep and keep his eyes on him while they fuck. ]

Christ, you're fuckin' hot-- [ He groans as he feels Tim's cock rub against his own, still trapped in lace and desperate for any attention, so hard the tip of it is peeking out of the waistband and leaking over his lower stomach. ] Fuck me. Don't make me wait.

[Feeling like Edward is ready for him and his own cock is slick enough, Tim roughly pull and pushes to get him into position. He's not looking to hurt the other man, but he has a feeling Edward isn't interested in gentle.

Using one hand he guides himself into that prepared hole. Humming with pleasure as he slowly pushes himsef in.]

[ The push and pull of Tim's hands don't bother him. He treats Tim with the same level of roughness, tugging him closer or gripping him harshly to encourage more friction. When he feels the blunt head of Tim's cock press into him his jaw drops with a harsh gasp, his hips angling forward and rocking to encourage him deeper. ]

God, yes-- More.

Yes, all for you. [He grunts and slams his hips into Ed. His hand grabs for his cock and strokes it while he thrusts into Ed over and over.] I'll give you it all.

[ Edward whimpers as Tim fills him, his hips circling with every thrust, fingers clawing over Tim's shoulders and arms. ]

I want every inch, every drop of you.

It's yours. [Although the way Tim says yours is more moan than actual spoken words. He's putting his all into fucking Edward up on the counter.] Fuck you feel amazing.

[ Edward keens as his head falls back, thighs squeezing at Tim's hips while his glute muscles work him up and down. ]

Touch me-- [ He gasps, ] Please----

[Tim doesn't need to be asked twice. His hands run across Edwards torso. Up his body towards his chest and out across his breast before going back down his arms once again. All the while he continues to grunt and push himself in and out of the other man.

Playfully, as his hands move back down Edward's arms and back towards his hips, he gives the lace panties a quick snap around the band.]

[ Tim's hands feel like they’re tracing fire over his entire body, and the frustrating snap of lace draws a needy sob from Edward's lungs. ]

Fucking tease--

Every day. [Tim smirks before finally taking hold of Edward's cock. Weaving his hand under the lace to do so. Stretching it to it's near breaking point. Especially with the way he's still rocking his hips into Edward, he just might actually rip the fabric.]

[Edward writhes and whines beneath Tim's hands, groaning loudly as his cock is finally in his hands, the lace digging at his backside from the way Tim tugs at it. At little bit of pain only enhances things, and Edward feels like all he needs is a little more attention from Tim's hand to be utterly wrecked, his hips still bucking up into his.]

[Tim would love to be talking dirty to Edward as he does this, but he's much too distracted. Focused on speeding up and fucking Ed harder while also keeping his hand moving. Despite the increase in intensity, he doesn't want to rip the lace to shreds so he's still being somewhat careful.]

[ Edward loves the dirty talk, but the force and attention to his cock are good on their own. His cock throbs as he feels himself creeping close to orgasm, muscles going taut until he's clenching around Tim's cock. It should be obvious enough what's happening before he vocalizes it, calling out as he comes all over his own stomach and Tim's hand. ]

You made a mess of the nice new panties you just stole. [Tim's voice is breathless as he lets his hand slow. Focusing on his thrusts more as he finally finishes deep within Edward.

He doesn't pull out right away. Gasping for breath with the biggest smile on his face. He doesn't say anything else, but he leans in to kiss Edward's cheek.]

That's the point-- [ He huffs out weakly, whining as he feels Tim come inside him, tiptoeing the line of overstimulation.

When Tim finally stops, when he presses an extremely demure kiss to Edward’s cheek, Edward scoffs tiredly, eyebrows furrowing as he looks up at the other man with confusion. It's clear that sort of act is on a level he isn't quite used to. ]

Too soft? [Tim says with an amused chuckle when he sees that look on Ed's face.] I guess it would be for a harden panty thief. [Lazily, he pulls himself out and even takes a moment to adjust Edward's panties back into place.]

Mn. Unexpected. [ Will he admit to liking it soft? Absolutely not. He has an image to uphold, after all.]

[He sighs as Tim pulls out, the adjustment appreciated but not really necessary. Edward sits up with a groan, huffing softly to himself as he comes to realize how slick his back and hair is with the spilled oil. He's going to have a fucking mess on his hands, but he can't be assed to bother with it until later. ]

Bullshit I couldn't take you right in that stall. If I had a collar no one would've blinked.

Yeah, as sexually freeing as this city can be, it's incredibly limited when it comes to doms having fun together. [Feeling bold Tim starts to go through Ed's fridge to try to find something worth drinking.]

Hn. [ Edward grunts in acknowledgement, paying no mind as Tim makes himself at home. It's fairly bare-bones inside, but Edward has purchased himself some ale, a few bottles of it remaining.

He doesn't ease off the counter just yet, stretching his legs a bit first and paying special attention to his left knee. ]

Pass me a drink, yeah?

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wrap here?

Sounds good