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It's like thrusting into a weak and lazy fist. Twisting one way or the other reminds him that there's an enclosure he's seeking pleasure from, but the walls are ever moving. Unsure. Fleeting and irritably teasing. There's no way Tim can finish from this at all!

Every once in a while, Tim will find a decent angel to start going at it. He rolls his hips obnoxiously hard up into the rubber toy, but every time without fail, the rhythm is pulled out from underneath him the second he starts to lose himself in it. Ah, Tim gets it. You're trying to edge him.

Tim forces himself to settle at the realization. That's fine; it's whatever. He's chill. So chill. Red Robin is known for-okay, well, maybe that doesn't matter now. The point remains. If he steels himself, he can wait you out and make you lose interest in prolonging this. Then you'll either jerk him off properly or let him finish it himself.

...it's harder than Tim will admit, though; you certainly know how to stroke a cock. Your pinky guides the toy back and forth while your thumb keeps the pressure suspended as it turns and slides. Up and down isn't exactly necessary, but it feels good nonetheless. That's the problem. It feels, really, really, frustratingly good! It's the levitating high, teetering just over the peak. A juicy burger on a stale bun. A gloomy day without its atmospheric rain. Good, just not enough.

Your other hand busies itself with caressing up and down his toned figure. Drawing over the divots of his thighs, combing through his pubes, loving at the pudge of his stomach, opening up his navel, painting across his abs, and pinching at his nipples. Where your perverted paws can't reach, your mouth does. It's all so hot, so tempting. Jesus...Tim groans, wondering if it's really a loss if you don't care to win?

He can feel the loser mindset latch on immediately, taking hold of his normally competitive self. Self-doubt really is the worst parasite there is. Suddenly, Tim's hands launch to claw at your hips, digging into them without restraint as he allows himself to fuck back into the toy properly. The vigor in which he moves almost causes you to drop it altogether, but you manage, tightening your grip harshly. The bend of the slick rubber suddenly encasing back against Tim's cock is eye-rolling-ly erotic. Bubbles puss out of the top of the thing, where the tip of the average cock would typically peek out. It's a sign of what's to come, and you double your efforts to chase it. Clearly, your boyfriend appreciates the display.