Lips and tongue between his shoulder blades made him shiver. When Tim felt Harvey’s warm, firm cock pressing against his ass he groaned hard into his pillow, the needy ache in his belly clenching like a fist.
“When’s the last time you got fucked by a guy?” Harvey straddled the backs of Tim’s thighs and ran his hands up and down his back and shoulders, before finally landing on his ass, grabbing kneading a handful of flesh.
“Not recently,” Tim answered quickly. “But I’ve dated some pretty liberal chicks.”
Harvey laughed in sincere amusement and pat his ass affectionately. “That’s cute, but it’s not the same.”
No, it wasn’t the same.
“But you’ve done this before?” Harvey slid his thumb between Tim’s buttocks and rubbed his hole.
Tim’s cock throbbed against the mattress. “Yeah, but I’m not telling you about it.”
“You like it?”
He didn’t know why Harvey was so reluctant to be convinced that he was okay with this. Tim nodded, but it wasn’t a matter of liking it. It was a matter of needing it. Sex distilled everything into one clear time and place that he really existed in. Being fucked, feeling another person inside him, the pain and satisfaction... that’s what he was most desperate for. He tried to push his hips up and spread his legs open, but Harvey had him pinned in place, leisurely thumbing the rim of his hole.
Tim groaned in frustration and arousal, but then he felt Harvey’s thick, rough fingers nudging at his lips. He turned his head and gratefully accepted them into his mouth, running his tongue between and around them, generously coating the fingers with saliva, ready to feel them press into the tight muscle between his legs.
Harvey pulled his fingers out from between Tim’s eager lips with a wet smack, but instead of sliding his slick fingers into the his ass, Harvey shifted his body further down Tim’s legs, pulled his hips up higher, and reached around to swipe the saliva all over his hard cock.
Tim twisted his fist into the pillow and moaned while Harvey spread his spit and precome around his hard cock before he started pumping him, slow and steady.
“Fuck...” Tim rocked his hips against the hand, trying to get more friction. He wanted Harvey to get closer, frustrated by the air against his bare ass. “If you don’t fuckin fuck me, I swear I’m gonna go fuckin mental...”
“Let’s see you go mental.”
He twisted around, about to protest, but Harvey let go of Tim’s cock and caught his chin with wet fingers.
“Kidding,” Harvey whispered before kissing him and stuffing his face back down into the pillow.
Tim sighed, trying to be patient. His lips were still humming from the kiss. Every touch left a deep impression. A part of him must have known that this wouldn’t happen twice, so his body savoured everything.
When those warm lips moved to the back of his neck and it almost angered him the way that such a gentle touch could drag such immense feelings out of him. Every inch of his body was throbbing with anticipation as those lips traced down his spine. Around the time a barely-stubbled chin brushed just above Tim’s tailbone, Harvey wrapped his arm around his waist and pulled him up onto his knees.
The shock of a wet tongue sliding between his buttocks pulled a short, startled cry from Tim’s lips, muffled into the pillow. Christ, he was not expecting that, and it had been a long time since he’d experienced it. His legs began to shudder, and immediately two strong hands wrapped around his thighs and held him steady.
“Do you like that?” It was a frank question.
How could he not like it? “Yeah,” Tim quickly panted, pushing himself up onto his elbows and arching his back.
Harvey was generous with his lips, tongue and saliva, delivering long, slow laps of his tongue, massaging Tim's thighs with needy hands. Every time the tip of his tongue prodded gently at his hole, Tim’s dick twitched, aching for some attention, but he didn’t touch himself... he was too turned on and he was afraid to end it. The soft, wet heat of Harvey’s tongue wiggling around his asshole was almost enough to get him off as it was. After a minute or so he lost any sense of the modesty he was still clinging to and couldn’t help but to push himself back against Harvey’s mouth. The man’s hands responded by pulling him even closer, fingertips digging almost painfully into his flesh and he really fucking hoped that it would bruise. That eager tongue threatened to slide into his body at any moment, but he held off with persistent, relentless teasing.
Tim didn’t even realize he was holding his breath behind clenched teeth until his head started spinning. When he let go, he couldn’t keep his desperate pleas down. Whimpers and curses and moans streamed form his lips, eyes squeezed shut, fists twisting into the sheets, raw pleasure searing through his veins with every swipe of the tongue working behind him. It wasn’t just what he was doing, but that he was doing it. The man had been casually touching him on a regular basis over the past few weeks, and Tim was always subtly leaning in for more. Now that it seemed they couldn’t possibly get any closer, he was still desperate and aching for as much as he could get.
“Come on, come on...” Tim reached back frantically and tore Harvey’s fingers from one of his thighs, tugging at his hand. “Fuck me. I want your dick.” His own voice sounded so completely foreign. As usual, Harvey was getting him to say and do things he didn’t even know he had in him.
Harvey’s hand pulled free of Tim’s and moved it around to grab his aching cock again, lips turning to the flesh of his buttocks, licking and sucking. Finally, he placed one more kiss at the small of his back, and sat up.
“Grab some lube.”
Tim reached for his bedside table. Lubrication was probably the main reason he’d opted for home instead of his trailer. At first he couldn’t find what he was looking for in the dark so he had to crawl out of Harvey’s grasp to dig through the back of the drawer. He was relieved when his fingers curled around the plastic bottle – not that it would have stopped him if he couldn’t find it – and just to be on the safe side, he grabbed a condom.
He turned back to Harvey, shoved the accoutrements into his palm, and crawled onto his lap. Two broad arms closed around him as he kissed and licked the man’s neck, careful not to leave any marks above the collarbone, despite the fact that they had a makeup artist on set. Rubbing his nose beneath his jaw, the smell of Harvey’s aftershave was sharp and familiar. Tim prayed that it wouldn’t give him a hard-on the next day while he was lying on that ramp with him, sticky and exhausted... Would people be able to tell that something was different? Quentin’s enthusiasm was bottomless. He would probably love it.
Re: [RPF] Harvey Keitel/Tim Roth, rimming - FILL - Untitled - 5/?
“When’s the last time you got fucked by a guy?” Harvey straddled the backs of Tim’s thighs and ran his hands up and down his back and shoulders, before finally landing on his ass, grabbing kneading a handful of flesh.
“Not recently,” Tim answered quickly. “But I’ve dated some pretty liberal chicks.”
Harvey laughed in sincere amusement and pat his ass affectionately. “That’s cute, but it’s not the same.”
No, it wasn’t the same.
“But you’ve done this before?” Harvey slid his thumb between Tim’s buttocks and rubbed his hole.
Tim’s cock throbbed against the mattress. “Yeah, but I’m not telling you about it.”
“You like it?”
He didn’t know why Harvey was so reluctant to be convinced that he was okay with this. Tim nodded, but it wasn’t a matter of liking it. It was a matter of needing it. Sex distilled everything into one clear time and place that he really existed in. Being fucked, feeling another person inside him, the pain and satisfaction... that’s what he was most desperate for. He tried to push his hips up and spread his legs open, but Harvey had him pinned in place, leisurely thumbing the rim of his hole.
Tim groaned in frustration and arousal, but then he felt Harvey’s thick, rough fingers nudging at his lips. He turned his head and gratefully accepted them into his mouth, running his tongue between and around them, generously coating the fingers with saliva, ready to feel them press into the tight muscle between his legs.
Harvey pulled his fingers out from between Tim’s eager lips with a wet smack, but instead of sliding his slick fingers into the his ass, Harvey shifted his body further down Tim’s legs, pulled his hips up higher, and reached around to swipe the saliva all over his hard cock.
Tim twisted his fist into the pillow and moaned while Harvey spread his spit and precome around his hard cock before he started pumping him, slow and steady.
“Fuck...” Tim rocked his hips against the hand, trying to get more friction. He wanted Harvey to get closer, frustrated by the air against his bare ass. “If you don’t fuckin fuck me, I swear I’m gonna go fuckin mental...”
“Let’s see you go mental.”
He twisted around, about to protest, but Harvey let go of Tim’s cock and caught his chin with wet fingers.
“Kidding,” Harvey whispered before kissing him and stuffing his face back down into the pillow.
Tim sighed, trying to be patient. His lips were still humming from the kiss. Every touch left a deep impression. A part of him must have known that this wouldn’t happen twice, so his body savoured everything.
When those warm lips moved to the back of his neck and it almost angered him the way that such a gentle touch could drag such immense feelings out of him. Every inch of his body was throbbing with anticipation as those lips traced down his spine. Around the time a barely-stubbled chin brushed just above Tim’s tailbone, Harvey wrapped his arm around his waist and pulled him up onto his knees.
The shock of a wet tongue sliding between his buttocks pulled a short, startled cry from Tim’s lips, muffled into the pillow. Christ, he was not expecting that, and it had been a long time since he’d experienced it. His legs began to shudder, and immediately two strong hands wrapped around his thighs and held him steady.
“Do you like that?” It was a frank question.
How could he not like it? “Yeah,” Tim quickly panted, pushing himself up onto his elbows and arching his back.
Harvey was generous with his lips, tongue and saliva, delivering long, slow laps of his tongue, massaging Tim's thighs with needy hands. Every time the tip of his tongue prodded gently at his hole, Tim’s dick twitched, aching for some attention, but he didn’t touch himself... he was too turned on and he was afraid to end it. The soft, wet heat of Harvey’s tongue wiggling around his asshole was almost enough to get him off as it was. After a minute or so he lost any sense of the modesty he was still clinging to and couldn’t help but to push himself back against Harvey’s mouth. The man’s hands responded by pulling him even closer, fingertips digging almost painfully into his flesh and he really fucking hoped that it would bruise. That eager tongue threatened to slide into his body at any moment, but he held off with persistent, relentless teasing.
Tim didn’t even realize he was holding his breath behind clenched teeth until his head started spinning. When he let go, he couldn’t keep his desperate pleas down. Whimpers and curses and moans streamed form his lips, eyes squeezed shut, fists twisting into the sheets, raw pleasure searing through his veins with every swipe of the tongue working behind him. It wasn’t just what he was doing, but that he was doing it. The man had been casually touching him on a regular basis over the past few weeks, and Tim was always subtly leaning in for more. Now that it seemed they couldn’t possibly get any closer, he was still desperate and aching for as much as he could get.
“Come on, come on...” Tim reached back frantically and tore Harvey’s fingers from one of his thighs, tugging at his hand. “Fuck me. I want your dick.” His own voice sounded so completely foreign. As usual, Harvey was getting him to say and do things he didn’t even know he had in him.
Harvey’s hand pulled free of Tim’s and moved it around to grab his aching cock again, lips turning to the flesh of his buttocks, licking and sucking. Finally, he placed one more kiss at the small of his back, and sat up.
“Grab some lube.”
Tim reached for his bedside table. Lubrication was probably the main reason he’d opted for home instead of his trailer. At first he couldn’t find what he was looking for in the dark so he had to crawl out of Harvey’s grasp to dig through the back of the drawer. He was relieved when his fingers curled around the plastic bottle – not that it would have stopped him if he couldn’t find it – and just to be on the safe side, he grabbed a condom.
He turned back to Harvey, shoved the accoutrements into his palm, and crawled onto his lap. Two broad arms closed around him as he kissed and licked the man’s neck, careful not to leave any marks above the collarbone, despite the fact that they had a makeup artist on set. Rubbing his nose beneath his jaw, the smell of Harvey’s aftershave was sharp and familiar. Tim prayed that it wouldn’t give him a hard-on the next day while he was lying on that ramp with him, sticky and exhausted... Would people be able to tell that something was different? Quentin’s enthusiasm was bottomless. He would probably love it.