As it turns out, Chris' idea of filthy is literally filthy sex, as Chris leaves for his kitchen halfway through Die Hard – Tim figured it was a decent enough choice, because it gives Chris a chance to do his 'and if I had been the hostage-taker, I would've done it like this' rant – and comes back with whipped cream, chocolate sauce, jam, and honey.
Tim sits back as Chris drops it all on the sofa next to him. “What?”
“I hope you've got a good drycleaner,” Chris remarks, then grins at him. “Take your shirt off.”
It says something about them that Tim has pulled his shirt halfway up before he thinks to ask why. “Why?”
“Filthy sex,” Chris says, and starts shaking the can of whipped cream. “You promised.”
“I didn't mean literally!” Tim yelps, as Chris sprays some cream in his own mouth and swallows.
“Well, I did.” Chris shifts over to pull at Tim's shirt, managing to spray some whipped cream on his stomach before Tim can protest. Tim yelps when Chris licks it off thoroughly. “It's fun.”
“It's ridiculous and it'll ruin the sofa,” Tim mutters.
Chris just rolls his eyes and sits up again. “If you do it properly, yes.” He grins. “Which is the fun bit.”
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Somehow, Tim has managed to convince Chris that it'll be even more fun with towels covering the sofa, which explains why he's now lying back on his sofa, on the towels, while Chris is straddling him with a can of whipped cream in one hand, and the chocolate sauce in the other. He's got a calculating look in his eyes, and ends up spraying a pattern on Tim's chest that Tim can't entirely see, although he squints and tries his best.
Chris just smirks, drizzles some chocolate sauce over him, then leans down to lick it all off him.
Tim squirms, as it tickles in some places while it feels amazing in others, and Chris is very very thorough. “Chris,” he asks, and it comes out in a little gasp when Chris licks the side of his stomach. “What, er, what did you draw on me?”
Chris grins up at him. “Rude stickfigures,” he says, then licks that same place on Tim's stomach again, the one that makes him whimper. “They were fucking.”
“Right,” Tim says, then yelps when Chris bites down. “Hey!”
Chris licks the slightly sore spot. “Get used to that,” he murmurs, and continues to lightly scrape his teeth over Tim's stomach.
Tim squirms again, because it is rather nice. “All right,” he says.
“Good,” Chris mutters, and finishes licking up the remains of the stick figures, until he reaches Tim's neck.
Tim pulls him up for a sticky chocolate-flavoured kiss which goes on for some time, burying his fingers in Chris hair, which has Chris moan happily.
“You know,” Chris says, as he pulls back and shows Tim the bottle of chocolate sauce. “I wonder what it's like to drizzle this all over your cock and suck it off you.”
Tim stares at him, and Chris calmly looks back, and then Tim scrambles to get his pants off, because while most of Chris' ideas are mad and ridiculous, he does occasionally have one that is completely and utterly genius.
Re: Unprompted - pheromone spray, Tim/Chris, 6/6 NC-17
Tim sits back as Chris drops it all on the sofa next to him. “What?”
“I hope you've got a good drycleaner,” Chris remarks, then grins at him. “Take your shirt off.”
It says something about them that Tim has pulled his shirt halfway up before he thinks to ask why. “Why?”
“Filthy sex,” Chris says, and starts shaking the can of whipped cream. “You promised.”
“I didn't mean literally!” Tim yelps, as Chris sprays some cream in his own mouth and swallows.
“Well, I did.” Chris shifts over to pull at Tim's shirt, managing to spray some whipped cream on his stomach before Tim can protest. Tim yelps when Chris licks it off thoroughly. “It's fun.”
“It's ridiculous and it'll ruin the sofa,” Tim mutters.
Chris just rolls his eyes and sits up again. “If you do it properly, yes.” He grins. “Which is the fun bit.”
-
Somehow, Tim has managed to convince Chris that it'll be even more fun with towels covering the sofa, which explains why he's now lying back on his sofa, on the towels, while Chris is straddling him with a can of whipped cream in one hand, and the chocolate sauce in the other. He's got a calculating look in his eyes, and ends up spraying a pattern on Tim's chest that Tim can't entirely see, although he squints and tries his best.
Chris just smirks, drizzles some chocolate sauce over him, then leans down to lick it all off him.
Tim squirms, as it tickles in some places while it feels amazing in others, and Chris is very very thorough. “Chris,” he asks, and it comes out in a little gasp when Chris licks the side of his stomach. “What, er, what did you draw on me?”
Chris grins up at him. “Rude stickfigures,” he says, then licks that same place on Tim's stomach again, the one that makes him whimper. “They were fucking.”
“Right,” Tim says, then yelps when Chris bites down. “Hey!”
Chris licks the slightly sore spot. “Get used to that,” he murmurs, and continues to lightly scrape his teeth over Tim's stomach.
Tim squirms again, because it is rather nice. “All right,” he says.
“Good,” Chris mutters, and finishes licking up the remains of the stick figures, until he reaches Tim's neck.
Tim pulls him up for a sticky chocolate-flavoured kiss which goes on for some time, burying his fingers in Chris hair, which has Chris moan happily.
“You know,” Chris says, as he pulls back and shows Tim the bottle of chocolate sauce. “I wonder what it's like to drizzle this all over your cock and suck it off you.”
Tim stares at him, and Chris calmly looks back, and then Tim scrambles to get his pants off, because while most of Chris' ideas are mad and ridiculous, he does occasionally have one that is completely and utterly genius.