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“This was where you grew up?” Bernard looks around the room with a smile on his face.
“Well… sort of.” Tim rubs the back of his neck, laid out on the comforter on his bed. He’s leaning back on his palms, with his legs straight out down the bed. “I grew up in a bunch of different places, my family moved at least twice a year until I was in highschool… And that didn’t last very long either.”
Bernard gives Tim a sad smile, and then starts looking around the room again. “Shh sh sh let me have this. Timothy Drake’s childhood bedroom. Man, what a scandal.”
Tim snorts and cocks his head to the side. “I went into your room back in high school. We used to hang out at your place all the time.”
“Not that often, but I also visited your place with Jack and Dana, remember?”
“Oh yeah-” he sits up a bit suddenly, “so then you did see my childhood bedroom.”
“Nah.” Bernard shrugs him off as he steps around the room. The walls were a dark but saturated blue with torn up and stained band posters and anime wall scrolls. “The Clash?” Bernard points out with a teasing smile.
“Don’t look at the poster above or below that, they’re significantly more cringey.”
Instantly he looks at both, finding a Big Time Rush poster below it and a Danganronpa wall scroll above it. “Holy shit. You were a real nerd.” He barely dodges a stuffed animal thrown his way, and it clatters into a crate of empty glass bottles and jars. “Nice toss, you use that arm for tossing often?”
Tim snorts again, “Please, you wish.”
“Hm? The only thing I wish was that I got to see you do it.” Bernard’s eyes light up suddenly and he turns to Tim. “Oh I bet you used to yank your chain in here all the time. Did Bruce Wayne ever walk in on-”
“Ew! Shut up Bernard!” He tosses another stuffed animal and buries his bright red face in his hands.
Bernard catches the pink poodle and holds it to his face, giving it a sniff. “Hm… This one smells a little funky.” He grins and exaggeratedly makes a scandalized face. “Noo, Timmy you didn’t-”
Tim’s face drops in mortification, “What?” he squeaks.
Bernard bursts into laughter, “Babe I was kidding! You didn’t really used to fuck your stuffed animals, did you?”
“No-!” his voice cracks so he clears it and tries to put on a level emotionless expression. “No, I did not do that. Ever.”
He shrugs and keeps looking around the room. “Hey, to each their own, my friend.” He has to step over several loose books and random trash. Clearly their butler did not clean in here.
“We’re a bit more than friends," Tim laughs.
Bernard glances up from a shelf full of comics he was looking at to nod at Tim. “You’re right, we’re partners. In crime, some might say.”
“Perhaps business,” Tim jokes.
“Yes,” Bernard points at him. “Perhaps even that.” He takes a seat on the bed, bouncing slightly from the force. A stuffed animal near the head of the full sized bed falls to the floor and he moves to pick it up.
“Thanks,” Tim mumbles. His ears were still pink.
Bernard nods, glancing at the army of stuffed critters lining the sides of the bed- was shoved into the corner of the room so a good portion of them were piled along the wall side and headboard. To make space for an actual person to sleep in the bed, some had been sequestered to sit next to the night stand. “Of course, baby.”
“Stop,” Tim laughs and stretches back out, laying one foot in Bernard’s lap. “Not too bad to spend one night in here, right?”
Bernard swallows thickly. He couldn’t admit that seeing Tim laying on this bed was doing something to him. The fuzzy magenta blanket laid out over the top and the heavy white comforter underneath with the pink floral print… Even the baseball patterned pillowcase made him want to kiss Tim.
“No. Definitely not.” He closes his eyes and leans back into the pillowy heaven of the stuffed animals.
Tim shifts slightly, moving his foot in Bernard’s lap and rubbing it against his cock.
Instantly he feels the swell of pleasure shoot through him as his heart picks up its pace, blood rushing south. He glances at Tim. “You’re doing that on purpose.”
“Bold claim,” Tim smiles and rubs the ball of his big toe right up against the head of Bernard’s cock. It takes everything in him to not shiver and let out an embarrassing moan. He hated that his jeans were in the way. “Do you have any supporting evidence?”
He takes a shaky breath and glares daggers at Tim. “I’m going to have to punish you, Timothy Drake.”
“Oh?” Tim raises a teasing eyebrow, a small smirk playing on his lips and he keeps rubbing at Bernard’s crotch with his foot.
“You’re going to regret this.”
“Am I?”
Bernard moves, climbing over Tim and boxing in his head. He lays flat on the bed, his dark hair splayed out around his pretty face, and a shocked but excited expression crosses his face. A faint blush tints his cheeks, ears, and nose. Bernard leans to kiss him.
His blond hair dips down, ticking Tim’s face as he kisses him. It’s great. He can feel the heat from Tim’s body, and the comfort of their kiss makes him wish that they’d done this much sooner. Not even in terms of that night, but in terms of their life. They could have been making out like this when they were teenagers.
Repositioning his hand, it slides across the soft top blanket to touch an even softer stuffed animal and he is fully hard now. All he can think is heat, pressure, pleasure and he kisses Tim harder. One arm bent over Tim’s head to keep himself up as the other rubs up and down Tim’s side, slowly working his shirt up.
“Wait,” Tim breathes against Bernard’s lips. Bernard stops instantly, peering down at Tim. His face was lit up bright red. “Can you… um…” His face heats up even further and Bernard can’t help but cinch his brows in confusion and worry.
The room was much warmer now, and he thought Tim was the most beautiful thing in the entire world.
“Can I what, baby bear?”
Tim swallows thickly and looks away, the white of his eyes bright against his pale skin. “Can you give me my stuffed panda?”
“Yeah,” he turns and reaches for the first panda he spots. “This one?” It was small, beanie baby sized. Tim shakes his head so Bernard keeps looking for another. He had to climb down the bed, off of Tim to search through the ridiculously deep pile. As he pulls a larger and softer panda plushie he turns to see Tim had pulled his own pants off, dressed in only a pair of black and yellow briefs and his gray tee.
Bernard licks his lips as he looks at the briefs.
“Bees?” he smiles and Tim groans, covering his face.
“Stop!” he bats Bernard’s face with the panda and he laughs. “I’ll put my pants back on, stop laughing at me.”
He stifles a chuckle, “I’m not laughing. Swear.” He pokes at the hem on Tim’s leg, running his finger along Tim’s groin. He practically convulses under the touch, holding the panda close to his chest and moaning loudly. “God you’re fucking beautiful.” He wants to sob, looking at Tim was too much. He was too perfect.
“Daddy, take yours off please,” Tim begs.
“Do it for me,” he teases, thrusting his hips towards Tim.
He leans up, keeping hold of the panda in one arm and he reaches to undo Bernard’s button and fly. “Can I see?” he asks softly, touching the fabric of Bernard’s boxer briefs. He trails his finger to the base of his shaft and Bernard nods eagerly.
Tim pulls at the jeans, giving up and laying back down very quickly. Bernard laughs and pulls his jeans off himself, tossing them to the floor with his shirt following quickly after. He smiles at the way Tim’s eyes drag over his chest and shoulders. He felt handsome, like Tim wanted him more than anything in the entire world.
“You like what you see?” He laughs softly. It felt nice not having his jeans in the way of his erection, but the boxers were still there and he wanted them gone. “Who am I kidding, of course you like what you see.”
“Daddy you’re bad.” Tim thwacks him with the panda softly, moving to hold the panda clasped over his chest. He whines softly, shifting his hips. Bernard glances down to see Tim’s little dick was making a bulge against the fabric of his briefs.
He leans forward again, cupping Tim’s hard dick. “Baby boy, are you horny?” he teases.
Tim whines louder, grinding his hips slightly to hump against Bernard’s hand. “Mnn mm please daddy,” he whines quietly. Noises get cut off in his throat as he grinds up against Bernard’s hand.
Heat rushes through his body, settling in his stomach. He swallows hard, watching Tim grip at the panda and feeling the way he humps his hand. “Please what, baby?”
“More,” he begs, “more more.” His breath comes out shaky and stuttery as he humps and grinds harder. “Please daddy more,” his voice is quiet, breathless.
“I’ve got you baby,” Bernard promises, pulling Tim’s bumble bee briefs down and tossing them to the floor. He grips Tim’s little dick, rubbing his thumb against the head as Tim humps.
He throws his head back squealing and whining loudly. Buds of precum coat the head and Bernard smiles, using it to slick his hand up and down Tim’s cock quickly, squeezing hard and working the head like he had a vendetta against it.
Tim screams out, squealing louder and louder as he arches his back. “Daddy! Oh daddy!”
“I got you baby,” Bernard repeats, his voice breathy as he watches Tim squeeze the panda to his chest.
His face is torn up in pleasure, mouth open and head thrown back. Bernard leans to press a kiss to Tim’s forehead. He lingers for a moment, breathing deeply.
He hadn’t realized until then, but the room was comforting partially because it smelled entirely like his boy. It was new and old scents all mingled together and lulling Bernard into a sense of familiar comfort. He smiles widely and breathes deeply, kissing Tim’s neck, up to his jaw, down to his collarbone.
Tim whines out loudly, a warmness spreading over Bernard’s hand quickly to make Tim’s dick even slicker as he strokes him through the orgasm.
“Daddy! Daddy!” Tim screams, choked sobs cut off halfway though his throat. He squeezes the panda’s head, almost tearing at it.
“Mm,” Bernard kisses his neck, moaning against his skin.
Tim squirms and wiggles underneath him, kicking his feet and unable to sit still. “Too much- Too much!” he whines, squealing as he holds the panda closer.
“I’m sorry baby,” Bernard leans back from Tim, looking down at his cum-covered hand. “You okay?”
His eyes are hooded, barely open, tears had streaked down his cheeks. He nods slowly and opens his mouth to say something. No words come out.
“What’s wrong?” Bernard cocks his head to the side, shifting on the bed and feeling the fuzzy top blanket against his bare legs. He holds his hand awkwardly out in front of himself.
“Give it to me,” Tim pleads, opening his mouth and pointing at Bernard’s hand.
He moves, sticking his fingers into Tim’s mouth. Timmy laps at his own cum, licking it off Bernard’s fingers like the dirty fucking slut he was. Bernard moans quietly, the feeling of Tim’s tongue on his fingers so nice and making him wish his dick were getting this kind of attention and love.
Tim continues to suck on Bernard’s fingers, his eyes wide and honest as he looks up at Bernard.
He had a soccer ball themed lamp on his nightstand and it was currently the only thing lighting up the room.
He looked so pretty in the soft yellow light.
“I love you,” Bernard breathes.
Tim smiles happily, humming against his fingers. It sends a vibration all the way up Bernard’s arm that settles in his heart.
He leans, leaving his fingers in Tim’s mouth because that whore loved having something to suck on, and kisses his chest. The shirt collar stretches as he pulls at it getting more of Tim’s skin on display. He sucks a bruise into Tim’s chest, the panda clutched in one arm next to his side. He runs his fingers through Bernard’s hair, grasping at it and clutching it in chunks. He moans against Bernard’s fingers, whining and rubbing his body against Bernard’s.
Bernard’s breath is shaky as his throat screams at him to stop sucking. He keeps going, rutting his cock against Tim’s thigh and petting his tongue.
The deep and rich slightly sweet smell of Tim fills Bernard and he knows he’s never letting this boy go. Not ever. Tim’s teeth clash against Bernard’s fingers and he loves it. He shakes slightly as he rubs himself against Tim’s thigh, even with the fabric of his boxers in the way it feels amazing.
He pulls back suddenly, panting and still rubbing himself on Tim like he was trying to ride his thigh. Tim spits his fingers out and the room's air feels almost cold on his wet fingers.
“Daddy you’re so handsome, let me see,” he whines, reaching for the waistband of Bernard’s boxers.
Bernard nods, almost unable to get any words to form as he climbs off Tim’s thigh, pulling his boxers down clumsily and carelessly onto the floor. “Baby you gotta touch me, I need something.”
Tim smiles cheekily and rubs his foot along Bernard’s thigh. “I love you, daddy,” he says. He looks tired, but he sounds wide awake. Bernard bites his lower lip as Tim presses the arch of his foot against his cock.
“Oh,” he breathes, eyes widening as he looks at Tim. “Take your shirt off baby,” he requests, and Tim follows, pulling his shirt off and tossing it to the ground. He could see the mark he’d sucked onto Tim’s chest easier now. It was bright purple and so- “Haurgh!” he moans, surprised as Tim’s big toe rubs the tip of his cock.
Tim grins, curling his toes around Bernard’s cock. They don’t wrap around it, not even nearly, but the feeling against his skin is warm and there are so many little moving parts.
He throws his own head back, and Tim brings his other foot up to hold Bernard’s cock between the two. He trails his toes up and down the length, stroking and caressing.
Bernard moans out, feeling the throbbing pressure, begging for release. He felt pent up, ready to explode at any second. He breathes like he’s hyperventilating, trying to will himself to hold back. Stay strong for just another moment.
His brain stills with a static as it used to when he’d been in the pain cult and he exhales like he’s letting out his first breath of winter air.
Tim squeals with joy at the first bud of cum he feels rolling down Bernard’s cock and it reminds him of a kid seeing the first snow of the season. He clutches the panda to his chest and his soft dick slaps against his belly.
Bernard smiles and he’s close. So close.
Tim’s feet move against his cock and the feeling is something else.
His bedroom no longer exists to Bernard, just the feeling of hot ecstasy rolling through him as he breathes in the rich sweet of Tim’s childhood bedroom. He cums on Tim’s feet, gripping the soft magenta blanket on the top of his bed.
His throat makes little noises of its own volition, he rocks his hips back and forth slightly, feeling Tim stroke him through each pulse and throb of warmth.
Very slowly Tim’s giggles register and he remembers where he is. The dimly lit room coming back into focus and the smell of sweat and cum filling his senses more than the smell of Tim’s innocence.
He lets out a heavy breath, moving to pull Tim into a soft kiss.
“Daddy my toes!” Tim giggles, thrashing his legs.
“I’ll clean them up for you, don’t worry baby.” He kisses Tim’s lips again, the soft plush and slightly swollen feeling of them nice. He presses a kiss to the panda’s head as well before moving to sit on his knees at Tim’s feet. “Give one here,” he requests, lifting Tim’s calf.
Tim leans back with a content sigh, and Bernard lifts the foot to his mouth. He licks slowly, sending warm and slick tingles down Tim’s leg as he circles his tongue around the toes.
He licks the salty taste of sweat and cum from Tim’s foot, sliding his tongue from the heel up to the toes again to mouth at them, sucking each in tandem. Timmy throws his head back with a squeal as he giggles. Bernard smiles, moving to Tim’s other foot. He cups this one just as softly as he had the other.
He was spent from cumming on Tim’s feet, but despite that his dick twitches with interest at the way Tim curls his toes in Bernard’s mouth. He sucks on them for a moment, pulling off of the toes with a wet pop.
He looks up to meet Tim’s eyes, his own passing over the expanse of Tim’s exposed skin. The entire room smelled like Tim and comfort and love. Not that any of those things were different. He wanted to kiss every inch of Tim’s skin- he felt like he probably had at this point, but meeting Tim’s eyes as he hides the bottom half of his face behind the stuffed panda’s head…
“I love you,” Bernard breathes and he feels his blood rush back to his cock. He wasn’t hard again yet, but oh dear god.
Tim giggles, his body shaking slightly. “I love you too daddy.” The sound of his giggle is wonderful. It’s better than music. Bernard wishes everyone in the entire world could hear Tim like this, but he was kind of glad that only he got to see Tim like this.
He presses a kiss to Tim’s calf, and Tim giggles louder.
“You’re tickling me!”
“Oh am I?” Bernard jokes, and he kisses up to Tim’s thigh. He presses his lips to the soft skin, biting lightly at one side before sucking a bruise into the other. Tim moans softly, squirming a bit under Bernard’s mouth. The feeling making his throat sore, but he keeps going, determined to get a nice and dark mark on Tim.
“Ooh-!” Tim yelps out, squeezing his eyes shut. “Ouch daddy!”
Bernard pulls away, looking up at Tim. “Are you okay?” he asks, wiping at his mouth.
Tim nods his head meekly. “You can keep going…”
Bernard smiles and kisses a bit higher on Tim’s thigh, biting at it until Tim yelps again and he moves on, letting the bruise bloom red and sprout purple while the teeth marks stay red.
He kisses Tim’s groin, sucking on the skin softly. He kisses and sucks all the way up Tim’s ribs, bruises sprouting in his wake as he slowly makes his way up to Tim’s mouth. As their lips move together, sore and swollen and wet, he sits on Tim’s lap. Tim’s dick was still spent, unable to twitch much while Bernard’s was fully hard again and throbbing against Tim’s tummy.
“Mm daddy,” Tim moans insistently, pushing the panda up against Bernard’s chest. He leans back, looking down into Tim’s eyes. “Can I… Um. I wanna put you in my mouth.”
Bernard smiles and kisses Tim’s lips once more for good luck. He can taste salty sweat on them, from him or Tim or maybe both. “You want me to do the work or do you wanna do the work?”
Tim narrows his eyes. “I can do it!” He was overzealous and almost lying at this point. Bernard knew him too well to think Tim might want anything other than for his mouth to be fucked raw.
He smiles and rolls onto his side, falling into the pile of stuffed animals. “Alright, swap positions with me then babe.” He pushes at Tim’s waist to get him to move between Bernard’s legs.
“So big and handsome,” Tim’s eyes are wide in admiration as he looks at Bernard’s hard cock. He feels a dribble of precum roll at that and he smiles up at Tim.
“You can do it,” he encourages.
Tim keeps the panda clutched to his chest, laying down and moving the panda to slot in the crook of his arm as he holds Bernard’s hips. He grips Bernard’s cock with one hand, squeezing slightly and making Bernard jerk with a moan underneath. He kisses the tip of Bernard’s cock and it sends a warm shiver all the way through his body as he feels his balls ache with an insistent tightness.
Tim opens his mouth, licking the precum before sinking his head down slowly. He moves his hand to hold Bernard’s hip, moving his head down an inch and then back up to the tip. He moves slowly, finding his pace as he always had to before he got into it. He wets the cock as he goes, drooling and working his way down.
When he does press his nose against Bernard’s skin, he feels gone. The warm and wet tightness of Tim’s mouth pushing him off a cliff. He moans in a strangled way, reaching down to grip the back of Tim’s head. He tugs at the hair and Tim moans against his cock, sending waves of pleasure up his body. He feels himself pulse on Tim’s tongue and he swallows around Bernard, the tight feeling making him scream out a moan.
He thrusts his hips shallowly into Tim’s mouth and he gags, sending more waves of pleasure up Bernard. He grips the back of Tim’s head, pulling and pushing him and Tim moans around him, letting his mouth be used like a fleshlight.
Bernard screams out again as he cums in Tim’s mouth.
He pants heavily, sweating and breathing in the heavy air of the bedroom. His entire mind is only full of Tim. Tim. Tim Tim, “Tim, Tim, Tim, Tim…” Bernard mumbles, bringing his hand up to his mouth to bite at.
Tim quickly moves up to Bernard, laying on top of him and pressing the panda to his chest as he kisses Bernard’s lips. Between fervent kisses he begs, “Daddy what’s wrong?”
“I love you so much,” Bernard pants. His heart beats in his chest like a kid on a drum. He shivers and wraps his arms around Tim, holding their sweaty bodies together. “God I love you so fucking much baby boy.” His words are quiet against Tim’s lips.
Tim smiles against his lips, leaning back slightly. “I love you too Bernard.”
They smile together, Bernard tasting the bitter taste of his cum on Tim’s lips. Their kiss slows to a stop, which Bernard was only partially sad about because oh man did his lips ache. They were throbbing almost as much as his cock had been.
Bernard pets a hand through Tim’s hair, and Tim settles on top of him, snuggling his head into Bernard’s neck and shoulder and he hugs him. Placing his chin atop Tim’s head, he holds him tight.
Their sweaty and naked bodies lay together in their heat, the heavy air filled their scent and the smell of sex.
He moans quietly, happy and content.
“Mm good night Tim,” he mumbles, closing his eyes.
Tim just hums back, unable to say much of anything as he reaches to turn the lamp off. The room blinks into darkness, and Bernard opens his eyes, looking up into the dark of the room as glow in the dark posters and paint light up.
There was a My Chemical Romance poster that had the letters outlined with glow in the dark paint that had probably faded over the years but it was just faint enough to make out. He chuckles softly, feeling his laugh vibrate against Tim. Tim hums happily, snuggling up to Bernard. “Let’s get under the covers,” Bernard whispers, holding Tim’s sweaty shoulders.
The room was almost too warm to get under them, but he didn’t actually want to risk someone walking into Tim’s room and seeing them lying there butt ass naked.
Tim grumbles but lets Bernard move them under the comforter and the soft top blanket. He’s shocked when he finds an even softer blanket under the comforter. He shivers full bodily as Tim slots back into place with him. He’d rolled over so his bare ass was pressed against Bernard’s soft cock and under the covers he felt like he was wrapped up in Tim. The smell new and old all at once. He breathes deeply, taking the sweet and heavy scent into himself.
He hums happily and Tim makes a noise of confusion. “Oh… nothing,” Bernard exhales. “Just… I like how you smell. It’s nice.”
“You do?” Tim asks quietly. He sniffs a bit, his back rubbing against Bernard’s chest. “Yeah… this bed smells a little weird. I guess I’ve gotten used to our apartment. I don’t smell like this normally, do I?”
Bernard chuckles and pulls Tim into himself with a big breath, smelling the slightly damp hair at the back of his head. “Not quite. You’re more of a richer smell typically. Like rainfall or freshly cut grass or mud or something… It’s definitely good though, I like it. Reminds me of a scene from Teen Wolf where the guys are playing lacrosse.”
“They play lacrosse a lot…” Tim’s quiet for a moment before he says, “You smell nice too. Like a forest, and you remind me of a big dog.”
Bernard laughs at that, “You remember when we used to live at the marina?”
“Yeah! And… uh the giant saint bernard that kept coming by! What was her actual name?”
“It wasn’t Prettier Bernard?” he jokes. They laugh together for a moment, and Bernard presses his nose and mouth into the back of Tim’s hair. “It was Heide.”
“Heide! Yeah, I miss her. Man, that place was really nice.” He hums happily, relaxing back into Bernard. “I love you…” He wiggles, getting comfy, and coincidentally rubbing up against Bernard’s cock.
“God I love you so much.” He wraps his arm around Tim’s chest, holding him tight in the warmth of the blankets. “So you stayed in here from fourteen to… how old?”
Tim laughs, “No, I was with my parents then. I was in here from… Uh, sixteen maybe to almost nineteen. That was when we moved to the marina.”
“You moved to the marina, I just liked visiting and spending the night,” Bernard teases.
“Oh please, you stayed the night like every weekday. And most weekends too actually.”
Bernard kisses Tim’s cheek as he presses his face against Tim. “Hey, is it my fault if a boat on the water really helped rock me to sleep at night? And it was nice for focusing on my school work- not too quiet to be weird but there was never a really loud commotion or anything.”
“Yeah, that’s fair.” Tim laughs, bringing his hands up to hold Bernard’s arms. “I like our apartment so much though. The giant glass windows are so nice to look out over the city. And sometimes Jason does those stupid light shows and stuff on the buildings around it.”
“Yeah!” Bernard laughs too, shaking Tim in his arms. “He hasn’t done that in a few months, I’d basically forgotten about it!”
They laugh together for a bit, Bernard was remembering the time that Jason had posed as a window washer and had painted a large mural of his Red Hood helmet on the buildings. He wasn’t sure which time Tim was remembering specifically. After a while their laughter dies down until they’re laying together silently in the dark. He keeps his eyes closed as he holds Tim, but his heart races inside his chest.
“I can’t sleep,” Tim says suddenly, and when he moves to get comfortable he rubs his ass up against Bernard’s dick again and he squeezes his eyes shut for a moment.
“Yeah. Me neither.” He sighs, blowing warm air against the back of Tim’s neck on accident.
Tim squirms from that, rubbing himself against Bernard’s dick again and sending a hot sensation all the way through his body. “That tickles!” he laughs.
“Mm,” Bernard’s throat makes the noise of its own volition. It’s strangled, moaned from deep inside himself and instantly Tim stops squirming, pressing his soft and sculpted ass back against Bernard, feeling the way his dick was half hard.
“Oh,” he breathes, and then grinds his hips slightly, presses back against Bernard. “How’s that?” he whispers, a teasing tone in the little brat’s voice.
“Fuck that feels so great,” Bernard moans. The words and noise he makes shocks even him. He hadn’t expected to sound so fucking needy. “Please baby,” he whispers back, his breath hot on Tim’s ear.
“Please what?” He feels as Tim pulls the panda close to his chest, pressing it against Bernard’s arms.
He shifts his hips, pressing his cock against Tim with a fluid roll of his body. “Please let me tear you open like a bag of chips.”
Tim bursts out laughing at that. “Okay, maybe not- Maybe like don’t do that, but you can make love to me, daddy.”
The nickname causes a surge of heat to rush south as his dick throbs against Tim. “Roll over baby.”
Tim hums happily as he rolls, the panda pinched between his bicep and his forearm as he rolls. The blankets fall down from Tim as he lays on his stomach. Bernard’s eyes had somewhat adjusted to the dim light of the glow in the dark posters. He could see what looked like a minecraft print on the sheets. “Lube should be in the bedside drawer.”
Bernard recoils, “How old is it?”
“It’s new! I brought it with!” Tim insists.
That’s good enough for him, he reaches, feeling around in the dark for the tube. Several loose papers and random objects clunk around with his hand as he searches, but finally he finds the lube. He spreads it over his two forefingers, rubbing it against his skin and cringing as it drips onto the sheets.
Bernard grips Tim’s ass with his unlubed hand, rubbing the soft plush skin before giving it one hard smack.
“Oh-!” Tim whines. “Daddy, ow.”
“You like that,” Bernard laughs. He used to be so timid with spanking Tim, but over the years he’d gotten more and more confident with it. Tim loved it. He circles his lubed pointer finger around Tim, sitting on his knees behind Tim as he grips his ass with the other hand. When Tim whines and shifts his hips slightly pushing back against the finger, Bernard sinks it in.
Tim whines out, gasping for air as he moans. “Mm fuck daddy!” he moans loudly. Bernard moves his finger, sliding it in and out slowly working Tim open. He grinds his hips in motion with Bernard moving his finger in and out.
“How’s this feel?” Bernard asks lowly. He knew the answer. He knew Tim loved it. But he wanted to hear Tim say it.
“Good, but more. Please more,” Tim whines, practically keening onto Bernard’s finger.
He could never deny Tim anything when asked nicely so he presses a second finger into Tim, moving them deeper and crooking them to massage Tim’s insides. Tim moans, punched out and loud. He would be worried about someone hearing them if the house weren’t so damn large. It wasn’t likely that anyone could hear them from the hallway, let alone on a different floor. “Baby you’re so loud.”
“Nmm,” Tim whines, grinding against the fingers. “Feels so good.” He presses his face into the sheets, holding the panda down in his arm. Bernard parts his fingers to stretch Tim and he screams out in pleasure. “Daddy! Daddy!”
His dick was so insistent in wanting to be inside of Tim that he was almost more focused on that than fingering Tim. But the cries of daddy had him spreading Tim open and leaning to lick him.
Tim shivers under Bernard, moaning out lewdly and grinding his hips back against Bernard’s fingers and tongue.
He flicks his tongue against Tim, licking down from his taint up towards his fingers. He moans out softly as he moves his tongue against Tim, dipping it inside as best he could. He grips Tim’s waist, fucking Tim with his tongue. He moves his head, licking his tongue against Tim, spreading him wider and wider.
“Oh please…” Tim whispers.
Bernard leans back, pulling his hands from Tim to wipe his mouth. “Hey clean me off, baby,” he requests, reaching the hand that had been inside Tim around to his mouth.
Tim moans, lapping at the fingers gratefully. He licks all around them, sucking on them and smiling as he pulls them into his mouth again. Bernard grips his own cock, pressing the tip against Tim’s hole. The press was a little tight, and he has to push to get the head in all the way. Tim screams out, arching his back against the stretch and pushing himself further onto Bernard.
He pulls his fingers back from Tim’s mouth, gripping Tim’s hips with both hands as he pushes himself further into Tim. It feels fucking amazing. The tightness of him pulling at and wrapping around Bernard, making him throb inside of Tim. He exhales softly, moaning a bit as he bottoms out inside of Tim.
“Oh fuck Timmy,” he says.
Tim whines out and when Bernard reaches around his hips to wrap a hand around Tim’s little cock to stroke him in rhythm with his thrusts, Tim squeals out into the room. “Daddy oh- Oh daddy!” He arches his back further into Bernard, rocking with the slow thrusts. “Daddy! Faster!” he gasps.
Bernard was feeling hot under the figurative collar, but damn if he wasn’t about to give Tim what he wanted. He moves, pulling out and pushing in, stroking with every moment. He goes faster and faster until he’s panting heavy, sweat rolling down him like the feeling of love. He loved Tim so much.
He slaps Tim’s ass and Tim screams out, precum pulsing down his cock. Bernard suddenly stops stroking, moving his hand down to grip the base of Tim’s cock.
“Ah! Ah daddy! Please I need-”
“Hold on,” Bernard says, fucking into him at a relentless pace. He keeps squeezing and Tim is screaming with each thrust into him. “Just a bit longer, baby.”
“Oh please daddy! Please let me!”
“Not yet,” he pants, slapping Tim’s ass again. His thrusts speed up even faster, the sound of wet thrusts and skin slapping filling the room as their heavy musk takes over. “Not yet baby.”
“Please!” Tim sobs, “Please, please, please oh daddy please!”
He feels himself pulse cum inside of Tim and he releases Tim’s little cock, he goes to rub his thumb against the tip and Tim’s cumming all over his fingers. He sobs and squeals, shaking underneath Bernard.
Bernard thrusts a few more times into Tim, slow and shallow, before he pulls out, laying next to him on the bed.
They breathe heavily together, laying in their sweat and scent.
“I love you so much,” Bernard says.
Tim whines out, and Bernard doesn’t have to see him to know he was biting his lips and rubbing his legs together. He knew it meant that Tim loved him too.
Silently he brings his hand covered in Tim’s cum up to Tim’s mouth and he cleans it off. He has none of the precision he might have had earlier, it’s all wet and messy as he licks all over. He moans quietly against Bernard’s fingers and Bernard turns to press a kiss to Tim’s sweaty shoulder.
“You okay?” Bernard asks quietly.
“Mm… Mhm,” Tim mumbles. He shifts his legs oddly and Bernard climbs over Tim to root around the room in the dark, looking for his bag. “Hm?”
“Oh, I uh…” Bernard trails off as he finds his bag. His entire brain power being used to open it and search it in the dark. “There’s… A thing.” He finds the cold plastic packaging and moves to Tim, pulling a wet wipe from it. “It’s to clean you,” he says, rubbing the wet cloth across Tim’s thigh, running it down his groin, to cup behind his balls and clean the cum leaking from him with.
Tim moans softly, relaxing into the bed. “Feels nice… Cool.”
“Good, I’m glad.” Bernard smiles at the faint way he can make out a happy look on Tim’s face. He wipes at him softly, it was hard to tell if there was still cum leaking from him in the dark, so he just keeps at it for a bit. When he finishes he presses a kiss to Tim’s inner thigh, tossing the wipe into a little waste bin. He grabs his own boxers from the floor, passing Tim his bumble bee briefs. They pull them on slowly, relaxing back into the bed together.
The covers stay pushed down by their feet for the moment, Tim clutches the panda in his arms and Bernard lays his head on Tim’s shoulder. “You’re perfect,” he says quietly with a yawn.
“No…” Tim laughs. “No, you are. I’m not… No.”
Bernard pets a hand through the panda’s fur. “Yeah. You are. Tough.”
Tim’s silent at that, and then he leans to press a kiss to the top of Bernard’s head. In the blink of an eye, the lamp gets turned on again, and he’s recoiling a bit at the sudden dim light. “Hey… I was wondering…”
“Hm?” Bernard covers his eyes with the back of his hand. The sting goes away quickly so he looks over at Tim’s face. “What’s up?”
“Well… you said earlier… About me-” His face lights up bright red in the dim light from the lamp and he covers his face with his arm. “Well you said something about me…” He pauses for a moment and Bernard waits patiently for him to get it out. Finally he squeaks out, “Masturbating.”
Bernard’s eyes widen as he leans up, propping himself up on his elbow to look down at Tim. “What about it?” he licks his lips in interest. He didn’t feel nearly ready for another round, he wasn’t even sure if he’d want to again that night, but… “What about it, baby?”
Tim covers his face with the panda, his voice muffled as he speaks into it. “Would you maybe want to watch me do that?”
“Do I want to watch you touch yourself?” Bernard repeats slowly. “Timmy babe, I only think about that- Dream of it even, about every single day of my life.”
He pulls the panda down from his face to look at Bernard, his eyes wide and his face still bright red. “Really?” he asks, voice small.
“Really really, baby bear.”
Tim smiles and bites his lip. “Can you… Well, I’m not ready yet, I think.”
“Drink some water,” Bernard says, motioning to the glass they’d gotten before bed but neither of them had touched. It wasn’t coffee and it wasn’t an energy drink so what was the point really.
He watches as Tim cups the water in his hands, gulping it down rather quickly. “Thank you,” he says quietly after. He peers up at Bernard, and Bernard peers back down at him. “Can you get me hard?”
“I can try,” Bernard jokes. He leans to press a kiss to Tim’s briefs, right over his dick. Tim shivers underneath him, and Bernard moves his mouth to kiss Tim’s hip, sucking at the skin and biting to leave a lasting mark. The skin feels odd in his teeth but fuck if he didn’t love when his boy was in his mouth.
“Oh- daddy,” Tim moans softly and Bernard cups his dick, feeling it twitch to life with interest.
Bernard leaves a trail of kisses all over Tim, bruises in his wake. He razes the skin with his teeth and lips and tongue, nothing is spared in his remorseless onslaught. He rubs his hand against Tim’s little cock and it’s not long before he’s hard and grinding up against Bernard’s hand again.
He pulls back, looking down at the bruises and marks he’s left on Tim’s body.
“Touch yourself baby,” he whispers, eyes wide and bright as he waits.
Tim bites his lip, holding the panda in one arm as he reaches his hand down into his briefs. He cups himself, just out of sight but oh so tantalizing. “Okay. How do I look?” he smiles, his eyes squinted as he moves his hand against himself, stroking.
“Gorgeous,” Bernard says all too quickly. “You look like the prettiest boy in the whole world.”
“Really?” Tim’s breath hitches in his throat and he lets out a low moan. Bernard pulls the waistband to see Tim’s cock. It’s beautiful.
“You’re beautiful,” Bernard says, licking his lips as he watches. His cock couldn’t even so much as twitch as he watches Tim. Yeah, he was done for the night. “The most beautiful boy in the world.”
Tim squeals out when Bernard runs his hand up and down his thigh. “Th-thank you daddy!”
His hand moves faster against his dick, throwing his head back and pulls his knees up. There was no precum budding. His eyes screw shut and he’s panting, practically thrashing his body against the bed with each and every stroke.
“Cum. Do it baby, cum for me.”
Tim lets out a loud scream as he moans, shaking as an orgasm rolls through him. “I love you so much daddy,” he sobs. There was no cum.
“Holy shit,” Bernard breathes with wide eyes. “You’re so hot.” He leans, pressing a hand to Tim’s abdomen as he kisses him and Tim whines underneath him.
“Pl- Daddy stop, I- I have to pee!” he whines, pushing at Bernard’s hand.
He smiles, keeping his hand in place as he kisses Tim. “Hold it baby,” he teases.
“Really?!” Tim whines, wiggling underneath Bernard, shaking his hips.
“Mhm,” he hums. “Hold it in, as long as you can baby boy.” He presses his hand down on Tim’s bladder slightly harder and Tim whines out.
“No really daddy I need to-! Augh I’m really gonna-! Oh, oh no!” Tim cries as he starts to pee on his bumblee briefs, holding the panda tight to chest.
Bernard keeps kissing Tim, feeling the warmth as he pees spread onto the sheets. “You’re so cute,” he coos.
Tim whines until Bernard lets go and he looks up at him with watery eyes. “You made me pee myself.”
“Yeah, I’m sorry,” he laughs, and looks down at the mess Tim had made. “Should we… get this cleaned up?”
“You have to clean me up, bastard.” Tim glares.
“Yeah, alright I’ll do that. Sorry.” He fails to hide another smile. “It was hot though.”
Tim frowns, pulling the panda up to his mouth. “Really?”
“Yes really.”
He’s quiet for a moment before he admits, “Well it’s really warm and kind of feels nice.”
“That’s good, but let’s get it cleaned up now, alright?”
“Mhm.” Tim smiles as his eyes start to slide shut.
“No, no, don’t pass out now.”
“Love you…” Tim mumbles.
Bernard sighs. “I love you too.”