Kira groans again for the change of pace, the heady feeling of Tim's pleasure going molten, softening closer to what he's used to. He didn't want any of the tenderness Tim is capable of when he walked in and kissed Tim into the wall, but--he's helpless to it in small doses. He's always been helpless to it, some deep thing in the dark of his guts keening for the concern, and the softening of the hand in his hair, Tim's dick languishing against the inside of his cheek instead of blocking his throat.

He pulls off slowly, letting Tim pull out more and sink more shallowly into his mouth as he rolls his hips, until he's sucking the head, kissing the shaft. Catching his breath as they both pull away from an edge, even if he plans to go back to it. When his hands steady, he tugs Tim back in, pressing open-mouthed and spit-slick against sensitive skin.

When he takes Tim back into his mouth, he aims him true, slipping a hand up through the mess on his throat and chin to smooth over Tim's balls and back between his legs, a different kind of prompt forward.