Tim heard the cap of the lube pop and bit his lip in anticipation.
“So what do you want me to call you?” Harvey worked his slippery fingers around Tim’s cock for a few seconds before reaching down to tease his balls.
Tim shook his head, blinking. Fuck. He was really supposed to have been thinking about that? “Freddy,” he heard himself decide automatically. It was probably the wrong answer, but given the option to go by another name, an imaginary version of himself that he could relate to at the very least, he accepted the opportunity. Maybe it was a self-esteem thing. He didn’t care why it felt right. It turned him on, like he was sharing a secret. He would have asked what Harvey wanted to be called but he really didn’t have much control over what he heard coming out of his mouth at that point so it probably didn’t matter.
He pressed his forehead to Harvey’s and sighed as he felt his thighs being coaxed apart. The fingers massaging his balls moved lower, rubbing is perineum, tugging a desperate whine from his lips. With one smooth, easy movement, Harvey slid a finger back and up, pressing past the tight muscle where it nudged into his body.
With his breath caught in his throat, all Tim could do was touch his lips to Harvey’s face and dig his fingers into his shoulders, his body quietly pleading for more. It was so dark in the little room – too dark – and he was desperate to see the expression on Harvey’s face that he could barely make out.
“This okay?” Harvey’s lips moved against his cheek as he pressed his finger in deeper.
Tim nodded. He couldn’t speak. Instead, he blindly pat his hand around the mattress until he found the lube, flipped the cap again, and squirted a generous portion onto Harvey’s lap, pretty certain that most of it hit his thigh and abdomen but he didn’t really care. He dropped the bottle and wiped up some of the mess with his hand. Finally, he took Harvey’s solid cock into his palm, loving the way it twitched and swelled in his grip. When Harvey moved his finger, Tim moved his hand. A dry, satisfied groan broke from Harvey’s mouth, and Tim swallowed it, sucking his tongue into his mouth.
“Please,” Tim heard himself beg shamelessly when Harvey slipped his finger out. Everything ached. He needed to feel the other man to drown out the unbearable sensations under his own skin.
Harvey’s hands were at his hips suddenly, pushing him onto his back. He kissed him deep and rough on the mouth, then rolled him onto his stomach again. He felt like a toy being pushed and pulled and embraced so effortlessly, and he liked that. He liked being so totally in Harvey’s hands. A lot of the time when he was in bed with someone he felt the need to perform, to make all the right moves, to impress. But now, for some reason, just being in the moment felt like enough.
Harvey’s hands ran up and down his back and his ass, drinking up his skin. One hand left for a few seconds and he felt the wet trickle of jelly between his buttocks again. It was more than they needed, but he appreciated the consideration. For all his tough talk, Harvey was a hopelessly nurturing human being. His fingers were rough and calloused, but his touch was careful. He heard the condom wrapper tear and he clenched his teeth in agonized anticipation.
“It sorta kills me, seeing you in pain all day, every day. You’re too damn good at your job. It gets to me,” Harvey admitted, pushing Tim’s legs apart with his knees. “But I gotta admit... sometimes I like the way you moan...” Harvey rubbed his index finger up and down between Tim’s buttocks and pressed it inside effortlessly, coated with lube.
Tim let out a sound that he couldn’t have held in if he tried, giving Harvey exactly what he wanted, unable to do anything to the contrary. The finger inside him twisted and pressed down against his prostate, making everything clench up, like his muscles wanted to trap that sensation and not let it go. “Just fuck me, for fuck’s sake,” Tim groaned, grinding his dick against the mattress. “You’re killing me.”
“You’re too tight,” Harvey sounded calm, but eager. “I wanna loosen you up first.”
“Can’t you do that with your dick?”
A whisper of a relaxed chuckle made Tim smile, but when a second finger pushed into his body next to the first, his jaw slackened. He could feel the stretch as the muscles in his body fluttered a little, trying to accommodate the wide fingers. It only stung for a second. Harvey took a few minutes to work him open nice and easy, just like he’d promised. Tim didn’t know that Harvey hadn’t given him the whole length of his fingers until the man’s free hand grabbed a fistful of his hair, anchoring him while he pressed in all the way to the knuckles.
Tim whined, his voice distorting a little in his throat with his head tipped back. He didn’t mind that the hand in his hair was streaked with saliva, precome and lube. He liked it. A lot. He reached back behind him to make more contact, dying to feel the man’s hard cock in his grip again, but all his fingers could find was the wrist attached to the fingers in his ass. With trembling, curious fingers he blindly ran along Harvey’s hand to where he felt his body stretched around the base of his knuckles. He traced his own tight rim with his fingers, barely recognizing the way his own body felt under his touch while Harvey kept his fingers patiently buried deep inside him.
Harvey let go of Tim’s hair and took the wandering hand into his own, pressing it into the mattress, lacing their fingers together. He only pinned him there a moment before he moved that hand to Tim’s knee, bending it up against the mattress as he turned him onto his side and settled against his back. Tim's body was putty, helplessly malleable and eager to be touched.
“You have no idea...” Tim was almost beyond speaking, his throat closing around a whimper when the fingers inside him withdrew.
“I have some idea,” Harvey replied softly, bending his knee and lining up the front of his thigh with the back of Tim’s.
“Fuck me.”
Harvey pushed his hips against Tim’s. The hard, latex-clad cock siding against the cleft of his ass almost made him want to cry. He felt drunk, desperate, electric, and a little surreal. Harvey’s knuckles grazed his ass again as he slowly guided the tip of his cock against him, pushing slowly and carefully until Tim’s body gave in.
Tim gasped and choked out a sob, his muscles tightening up momentarily but easing back again when a strong, steady arm wrapped him up and pulled him close. Harvey’s breath was hot against the back of his neck, his lips soothing the erratic pulse coursing beneath them.
“Keep going,” Tim breathed, closing his eyes.
The hand against his chest hooked over his shoulder, pulling him down while Harvey thrust his cock up all the way inside him.
“Fuck—“
“God—“
“That’s good—“
“So hot—“
“Yeah—“
“That’s right.”
Their voices couldn’t have been more different, but at that moment they were indistinguishable.
Even though a haze of surreal bliss, Tim felt more alert, present and alive than he had in a really long time. He felt real. He could feel everything, every part of himself, inside and out. And he could feel Harvey.
Harvey groaned deeply into Tim’s shoulder and reached down and hold his dick.
“Careful, I’m close,” Tim warned, his barely able to form words, the simple brush of the man’s fingertips practically sending him over.
“You want me to be careful?”
“No.” Harvey had a way of making him hear himself. Tim wanted him to be totally fucking reckless. He wanted to feel him for weeks after this.
“You feel so goddamn good,” Harvey said as he pulled out, both of them groaning hard as he slid back in.
“Oh god,” Tim whimpered as the other man struck up a rhythm, moving inside him and stroking his cock. “Please – don’t stop...” He felt like he couldn’t take anymore, but he wanted to know where his breaking point was.
“I’m not gonna stop till you scream, Freddy.” His fist tightened around Tim’s cock. “I wanna hear you scream for me.”
Damn, there it was. He got a bit of a rush hearing that name. It was like Harvey reached into his mind and pulled out something private that didn’t belong to him, even though Tim wanted him to have it. He felt exposed, known, turned totally inside out. And the name suited him.
Re: [RPF] Harvey Keitel/Tim Roth, rimming - FILL - Untitled - 6/?
“So what do you want me to call you?” Harvey worked his slippery fingers around Tim’s cock for a few seconds before reaching down to tease his balls.
Tim shook his head, blinking. Fuck. He was really supposed to have been thinking about that? “Freddy,” he heard himself decide automatically. It was probably the wrong answer, but given the option to go by another name, an imaginary version of himself that he could relate to at the very least, he accepted the opportunity. Maybe it was a self-esteem thing. He didn’t care why it felt right. It turned him on, like he was sharing a secret. He would have asked what Harvey wanted to be called but he really didn’t have much control over what he heard coming out of his mouth at that point so it probably didn’t matter.
He pressed his forehead to Harvey’s and sighed as he felt his thighs being coaxed apart. The fingers massaging his balls moved lower, rubbing is perineum, tugging a desperate whine from his lips. With one smooth, easy movement, Harvey slid a finger back and up, pressing past the tight muscle where it nudged into his body.
With his breath caught in his throat, all Tim could do was touch his lips to Harvey’s face and dig his fingers into his shoulders, his body quietly pleading for more. It was so dark in the little room – too dark – and he was desperate to see the expression on Harvey’s face that he could barely make out.
“This okay?” Harvey’s lips moved against his cheek as he pressed his finger in deeper.
Tim nodded. He couldn’t speak. Instead, he blindly pat his hand around the mattress until he found the lube, flipped the cap again, and squirted a generous portion onto Harvey’s lap, pretty certain that most of it hit his thigh and abdomen but he didn’t really care. He dropped the bottle and wiped up some of the mess with his hand. Finally, he took Harvey’s solid cock into his palm, loving the way it twitched and swelled in his grip. When Harvey moved his finger, Tim moved his hand. A dry, satisfied groan broke from Harvey’s mouth, and Tim swallowed it, sucking his tongue into his mouth.
“Please,” Tim heard himself beg shamelessly when Harvey slipped his finger out. Everything ached. He needed to feel the other man to drown out the unbearable sensations under his own skin.
Harvey’s hands were at his hips suddenly, pushing him onto his back. He kissed him deep and rough on the mouth, then rolled him onto his stomach again. He felt like a toy being pushed and pulled and embraced so effortlessly, and he liked that. He liked being so totally in Harvey’s hands. A lot of the time when he was in bed with someone he felt the need to perform, to make all the right moves, to impress. But now, for some reason, just being in the moment felt like enough.
Harvey’s hands ran up and down his back and his ass, drinking up his skin. One hand left for a few seconds and he felt the wet trickle of jelly between his buttocks again. It was more than they needed, but he appreciated the consideration. For all his tough talk, Harvey was a hopelessly nurturing human being. His fingers were rough and calloused, but his touch was careful. He heard the condom wrapper tear and he clenched his teeth in agonized anticipation.
“It sorta kills me, seeing you in pain all day, every day. You’re too damn good at your job. It gets to me,” Harvey admitted, pushing Tim’s legs apart with his knees. “But I gotta admit... sometimes I like the way you moan...” Harvey rubbed his index finger up and down between Tim’s buttocks and pressed it inside effortlessly, coated with lube.
Tim let out a sound that he couldn’t have held in if he tried, giving Harvey exactly what he wanted, unable to do anything to the contrary. The finger inside him twisted and pressed down against his prostate, making everything clench up, like his muscles wanted to trap that sensation and not let it go. “Just fuck me, for fuck’s sake,” Tim groaned, grinding his dick against the mattress. “You’re killing me.”
“You’re too tight,” Harvey sounded calm, but eager. “I wanna loosen you up first.”
“Can’t you do that with your dick?”
A whisper of a relaxed chuckle made Tim smile, but when a second finger pushed into his body next to the first, his jaw slackened. He could feel the stretch as the muscles in his body fluttered a little, trying to accommodate the wide fingers. It only stung for a second. Harvey took a few minutes to work him open nice and easy, just like he’d promised. Tim didn’t know that Harvey hadn’t given him the whole length of his fingers until the man’s free hand grabbed a fistful of his hair, anchoring him while he pressed in all the way to the knuckles.
Tim whined, his voice distorting a little in his throat with his head tipped back. He didn’t mind that the hand in his hair was streaked with saliva, precome and lube. He liked it. A lot. He reached back behind him to make more contact, dying to feel the man’s hard cock in his grip again, but all his fingers could find was the wrist attached to the fingers in his ass. With trembling, curious fingers he blindly ran along Harvey’s hand to where he felt his body stretched around the base of his knuckles. He traced his own tight rim with his fingers, barely recognizing the way his own body felt under his touch while Harvey kept his fingers patiently buried deep inside him.
Harvey let go of Tim’s hair and took the wandering hand into his own, pressing it into the mattress, lacing their fingers together. He only pinned him there a moment before he moved that hand to Tim’s knee, bending it up against the mattress as he turned him onto his side and settled against his back. Tim's body was putty, helplessly malleable and eager to be touched.
“You have no idea...” Tim was almost beyond speaking, his throat closing around a whimper when the fingers inside him withdrew.
“I have some idea,” Harvey replied softly, bending his knee and lining up the front of his thigh with the back of Tim’s.
“Fuck me.”
Harvey pushed his hips against Tim’s. The hard, latex-clad cock siding against the cleft of his ass almost made him want to cry. He felt drunk, desperate, electric, and a little surreal. Harvey’s knuckles grazed his ass again as he slowly guided the tip of his cock against him, pushing slowly and carefully until Tim’s body gave in.
Tim gasped and choked out a sob, his muscles tightening up momentarily but easing back again when a strong, steady arm wrapped him up and pulled him close. Harvey’s breath was hot against the back of his neck, his lips soothing the erratic pulse coursing beneath them.
“Keep going,” Tim breathed, closing his eyes.
The hand against his chest hooked over his shoulder, pulling him down while Harvey thrust his cock up all the way inside him.
“Fuck—“
“God—“
“That’s good—“
“So hot—“
“Yeah—“
“That’s right.”
Their voices couldn’t have been more different, but at that moment they were indistinguishable.
Even though a haze of surreal bliss, Tim felt more alert, present and alive than he had in a really long time. He felt real. He could feel everything, every part of himself, inside and out. And he could feel Harvey.
Harvey groaned deeply into Tim’s shoulder and reached down and hold his dick.
“Careful, I’m close,” Tim warned, his barely able to form words, the simple brush of the man’s fingertips practically sending him over.
“You want me to be careful?”
“No.” Harvey had a way of making him hear himself. Tim wanted him to be totally fucking reckless. He wanted to feel him for weeks after this.
“You feel so goddamn good,” Harvey said as he pulled out, both of them groaning hard as he slid back in.
“Oh god,” Tim whimpered as the other man struck up a rhythm, moving inside him and stroking his cock. “Please – don’t stop...” He felt like he couldn’t take anymore, but he wanted to know where his breaking point was.
“I’m not gonna stop till you scream, Freddy.” His fist tightened around Tim’s cock. “I wanna hear you scream for me.”
Damn, there it was. He got a bit of a rush hearing that name. It was like Harvey reached into his mind and pulled out something private that didn’t belong to him, even though Tim wanted him to have it. He felt exposed, known, turned totally inside out. And the name suited him.