Tim turned his head, twisting around and touching Harvey’s face, bringing him into a deep and hungry kiss. A moan vibrated against his tongue, and just knowing that he could make Harvey feel good almost put him over the edge. He kissed him harder, deeper, using his teeth, trying to set the pace, until finally he began to chip away at the other man’s restraint, bridging the gap between how his lover felt he should treat him and his base instincts to fuck, use, take.
Harvey broke the kiss with a strained moan, thrusting harder (but not too hard) and stroking faster (but not too fast). “You’re so...”
“What?” Tight? Quiet? Impatient? Tim could hardly breathe. The sting, ache and throbbing pleasure were overwhelming, not to mention the immeasurable satisfaction of bringing Harvey to speechlessness.
“So goddamn beautiful.”
Once the words sank in, Tim turned his face into the pillow again, his guts knotting up and his chest tightening. After ten or so years of being evaluated by total strangers, being reminded time and time again that he was too much of something and not enough of something else for the camera, it was hard to take a compliment. ‘Sexy’ he could almost figure out how to handle, but ‘beautiful’ was a fucking fabrication. But something nagging inside told him that maybe there was a possibility that Harvey really might have somehow believed it.
Harvey pressed his forehead to the back of Tim’s shoulder. “You’re so good,” he whispered. “Are you gonna come for me?”
Tim felt himself rushing towards a climax at the very words, unable to resist Harvey’s suggestion, but he tried desperately to hold on a little longer. “Yes,” he whined. Desperate to grab on and hold something, he pulled his pillow from under his head and into his arms, against his chest. He buried his face and his fingers into the bag of foam.
When he felt the pillow being eased out of his white-knuckled grip he was reluctant to give it up at first, but then Harvey let go of his cock to hook his hand under Tim’s knee and carefully eased him around onto his back, never withdrawing, until he had both legs hooked over his shoulders. Tim gratefully wrapped his arms around Harvey’s back, letting the man fold him in half, and pressed his face into the his firm, broad shoulder.
“Come on, Freddy,” Harvey coaxed, returning his hand to his cock, with more purpose this time. “It’s easy to let it go.” He pressed his nose into Tim’s hair. “I can fuck you all night if you want me to, but you’ve been holding on too long. I can feel it.”
Tim dropped his head back against the pillow, holding down a sob, completely helpless. He clenched his teeth and curled his toes, trying not to let himself fall apart. He wanted to be angry with Harvey for pretending to know what he needed, but he did know. He knew everything. He was really inside him.
“Oh god, don’t – please – yes—“ Tim stammered, panting, refusing to give in, dying to draw it out just a little longer. He wanted to take it rough, nasty, mean... totally unprepared for this man to reframe what being fucked was supposed to feel like. This was slow, even, deliberate, controlled. It felt too good, and it made him hate that he’d convinced himself that there was only one way to enjoy it.
Harvey pressed a kiss to Tim’s cheekbone. “You okay?”
Tim nodded. “I’m... I...”
A few sparks of pleasure shot through his belly, sending currents trough his veins, and he was just too weak to hold on. His hands moved desperately to grab on to the other man anywhere he could. His balls tightened, his ass clamping down hard around Harvey’s thick cock, and for a few seconds he couldn’t breathe. He cried out, hard and desperate, and all it took was a soft, easy kiss to muffle his voice and nudge him right over the edge. Harvey fucked him slow and steady through his climax. He heard himself sobbing and moaning through his nose against the man’s cheek, shaking as the ecstasy rushed through him, vaguely aware of his come shooting onto his chest, swimming in the entire sensation until he slowly sank to the bottom of it and felt it all roll out like a tide. He was fuckin’ beached, and all he could think was:
Yes. Finally.
Harvey reluctantly broke the kiss and began to slow his thrusts, but Tim put his hands on the back of the man’s thighs. “Keep going,” he told him, his voice cracked and raw.
Harvey let go of Tim’s fading erection to brace his hand on the mattress, moving his relatively clean one to cup Tim’s face. Harvey dropped is head and kissed Tim’s throat, stroking his hair. Now that every muscle in Tim’s body had liquefied, he felt totally open and Harvey’s thrusts felt deeper. He never stopped kissing him or stroking his hair, whispering a few appreciative, loving words in his ear, but it was all a fog for Tim. He just opened himself to his lover’s affection, enjoying his body... the way his muscles contracted underneath his fingers, the way his voice was so familiar but so new, the way his warm breaths became more laboured and uneven as he inched towards a climax.
“Ah, Freddy—“
“Tim,” he whispered, giving himself up, getting high on the reality of his existence.
“That’s right. I know you, Tim. I’ve gotcha...”
If he hadn’t already been spent, hearing his name on his lover’s tongue with such care and pleasure would have done it. Harvey sank into Tim’s raw body a few more times before he groaned hard against his neck, a few curses bleeding from his lips as his climax gripped him. Tim held him tight while he came, the man in his arms hardening all over, dick twitching deep inside, voice straining, until finally his entire body began to weaken and soften again.
Harvey’s chest was heaving against Tim’s, their hearts drumming violently against one another. He seemed to catch himself giving Tim his weight and unhooked his ankles from his shoulders, sitting back with a deep, cathartic sigh.
Tim just lay there, legs splayed open, half of Harvey’s softening cock still inside him, blood hot and alive in his veins. As Harvey’s soothing hands stroked his thighs and his chest, sliding through the come on his skin, Tim could barely move. He had just enough strength to slip the pillowcase off his pillow and toss it at Harvey. There was no way he was walking all the way to the shower now. He was done.
Harvey half-grinned at Tim’s laziness, or perhaps his thriftiness, and mopped up the fluid from his chest with the pillowcase. Tim lay there like a banana peel, limp and useless, letting him do everything. Then, with a steady hand on his hip, Harvey carefully withdrew and wiped the excess lube away from both of them, then dried his hands and unrolled the condom.
Tim’s body contracted a little when he was empty, but he could still feel the deep impression and the satisfactory ache that would be gone by morning. He gestured for Harvey to hand him the condom, then rolled over and dropped it into the waste bin by his bed. Then he took the damp pillowcase, gently dried Harvey’s cock with it, and tossed it into the same bin.
Tim relaxed onto his back and Harvey eased onto the bed next to him with a deep sigh. They were both still for a moment, the real question of what was supposed to happen next finally starting to sink in, but when Tim grazed his knuckles against Harvey’s ribs absent-mindedly, the man took his wrist and pulled him into an embrace. All consideration for the future disappeared.
Tim yawned against Harvey’s chest, a soothing hand in his hair stroking gently and an arm tightening around his waist. This felt normal. He knew what it felt like to be held by the man, regardless of whether or not they were usually naked while it was happening.
“Wanna stay over?” Tim offered, trying not to sound too hopeful.
Harvey sighed reluctantly. “Early call. I don’t think I’ll have much time to get to my place and back to set in the morning. I should probably go...”
Tim nodded, feeling a little foolish for asking. It was kinda inappropriate. He tried to peel himself off the man’s chest, but Harvey’s arm tightened around his waist, and the hand in his hair slipped down around the back of his neck.
“But Lawrence is on set tomorrow,” he amended, stroking Tim’s neck with his thumb. “So you and I can probably add four hours onto that call time.”
Tim closed his eyes, exhaled, and let the rise and fall of Harvey’s chest lull him to the edge of sleep. “I’m glad we had this talk.”
“Me too, kiddo.”
xxx
Thanks for reading! I hope I posted this correctly, this thread is a little difficult to follow. Turns out that writing RPF just feels wrong and abusive so I won't be doing it again, but as an actor and a Reservoir Dogs fan, I saw this prompt and just couldn't help myself. Yay rimming. Yay identity issues. :)
Re: [RPF] Harvey Keitel/Tim Roth, rimming - FILL - Untitled - 7/7
Harvey broke the kiss with a strained moan, thrusting harder (but not too hard) and stroking faster (but not too fast). “You’re so...”
“What?” Tight? Quiet? Impatient? Tim could hardly breathe. The sting, ache and throbbing pleasure were overwhelming, not to mention the immeasurable satisfaction of bringing Harvey to speechlessness.
“So goddamn beautiful.”
Once the words sank in, Tim turned his face into the pillow again, his guts knotting up and his chest tightening. After ten or so years of being evaluated by total strangers, being reminded time and time again that he was too much of something and not enough of something else for the camera, it was hard to take a compliment. ‘Sexy’ he could almost figure out how to handle, but ‘beautiful’ was a fucking fabrication. But something nagging inside told him that maybe there was a possibility that Harvey really might have somehow believed it.
Harvey pressed his forehead to the back of Tim’s shoulder. “You’re so good,” he whispered. “Are you gonna come for me?”
Tim felt himself rushing towards a climax at the very words, unable to resist Harvey’s suggestion, but he tried desperately to hold on a little longer. “Yes,” he whined. Desperate to grab on and hold something, he pulled his pillow from under his head and into his arms, against his chest. He buried his face and his fingers into the bag of foam.
When he felt the pillow being eased out of his white-knuckled grip he was reluctant to give it up at first, but then Harvey let go of his cock to hook his hand under Tim’s knee and carefully eased him around onto his back, never withdrawing, until he had both legs hooked over his shoulders. Tim gratefully wrapped his arms around Harvey’s back, letting the man fold him in half, and pressed his face into the his firm, broad shoulder.
“Come on, Freddy,” Harvey coaxed, returning his hand to his cock, with more purpose this time. “It’s easy to let it go.” He pressed his nose into Tim’s hair. “I can fuck you all night if you want me to, but you’ve been holding on too long. I can feel it.”
Tim dropped his head back against the pillow, holding down a sob, completely helpless. He clenched his teeth and curled his toes, trying not to let himself fall apart. He wanted to be angry with Harvey for pretending to know what he needed, but he did know. He knew everything. He was really inside him.
“Oh god, don’t – please – yes—“ Tim stammered, panting, refusing to give in, dying to draw it out just a little longer. He wanted to take it rough, nasty, mean... totally unprepared for this man to reframe what being fucked was supposed to feel like. This was slow, even, deliberate, controlled. It felt too good, and it made him hate that he’d convinced himself that there was only one way to enjoy it.
Harvey pressed a kiss to Tim’s cheekbone. “You okay?”
Tim nodded. “I’m... I...”
A few sparks of pleasure shot through his belly, sending currents trough his veins, and he was just too weak to hold on. His hands moved desperately to grab on to the other man anywhere he could. His balls tightened, his ass clamping down hard around Harvey’s thick cock, and for a few seconds he couldn’t breathe. He cried out, hard and desperate, and all it took was a soft, easy kiss to muffle his voice and nudge him right over the edge. Harvey fucked him slow and steady through his climax. He heard himself sobbing and moaning through his nose against the man’s cheek, shaking as the ecstasy rushed through him, vaguely aware of his come shooting onto his chest, swimming in the entire sensation until he slowly sank to the bottom of it and felt it all roll out like a tide. He was fuckin’ beached, and all he could think was:
Yes. Finally.
Harvey reluctantly broke the kiss and began to slow his thrusts, but Tim put his hands on the back of the man’s thighs. “Keep going,” he told him, his voice cracked and raw.
Harvey let go of Tim’s fading erection to brace his hand on the mattress, moving his relatively clean one to cup Tim’s face. Harvey dropped is head and kissed Tim’s throat, stroking his hair. Now that every muscle in Tim’s body had liquefied, he felt totally open and Harvey’s thrusts felt deeper. He never stopped kissing him or stroking his hair, whispering a few appreciative, loving words in his ear, but it was all a fog for Tim. He just opened himself to his lover’s affection, enjoying his body... the way his muscles contracted underneath his fingers, the way his voice was so familiar but so new, the way his warm breaths became more laboured and uneven as he inched towards a climax.
“Ah, Freddy—“
“Tim,” he whispered, giving himself up, getting high on the reality of his existence.
“That’s right. I know you, Tim. I’ve gotcha...”
If he hadn’t already been spent, hearing his name on his lover’s tongue with such care and pleasure would have done it. Harvey sank into Tim’s raw body a few more times before he groaned hard against his neck, a few curses bleeding from his lips as his climax gripped him. Tim held him tight while he came, the man in his arms hardening all over, dick twitching deep inside, voice straining, until finally his entire body began to weaken and soften again.
Harvey’s chest was heaving against Tim’s, their hearts drumming violently against one another. He seemed to catch himself giving Tim his weight and unhooked his ankles from his shoulders, sitting back with a deep, cathartic sigh.
Tim just lay there, legs splayed open, half of Harvey’s softening cock still inside him, blood hot and alive in his veins. As Harvey’s soothing hands stroked his thighs and his chest, sliding through the come on his skin, Tim could barely move. He had just enough strength to slip the pillowcase off his pillow and toss it at Harvey. There was no way he was walking all the way to the shower now. He was done.
Harvey half-grinned at Tim’s laziness, or perhaps his thriftiness, and mopped up the fluid from his chest with the pillowcase. Tim lay there like a banana peel, limp and useless, letting him do everything. Then, with a steady hand on his hip, Harvey carefully withdrew and wiped the excess lube away from both of them, then dried his hands and unrolled the condom.
Tim’s body contracted a little when he was empty, but he could still feel the deep impression and the satisfactory ache that would be gone by morning. He gestured for Harvey to hand him the condom, then rolled over and dropped it into the waste bin by his bed. Then he took the damp pillowcase, gently dried Harvey’s cock with it, and tossed it into the same bin.
Tim relaxed onto his back and Harvey eased onto the bed next to him with a deep sigh. They were both still for a moment, the real question of what was supposed to happen next finally starting to sink in, but when Tim grazed his knuckles against Harvey’s ribs absent-mindedly, the man took his wrist and pulled him into an embrace. All consideration for the future disappeared.
Tim yawned against Harvey’s chest, a soothing hand in his hair stroking gently and an arm tightening around his waist. This felt normal. He knew what it felt like to be held by the man, regardless of whether or not they were usually naked while it was happening.
“Wanna stay over?” Tim offered, trying not to sound too hopeful.
Harvey sighed reluctantly. “Early call. I don’t think I’ll have much time to get to my place and back to set in the morning. I should probably go...”
Tim nodded, feeling a little foolish for asking. It was kinda inappropriate. He tried to peel himself off the man’s chest, but Harvey’s arm tightened around his waist, and the hand in his hair slipped down around the back of his neck.
“But Lawrence is on set tomorrow,” he amended, stroking Tim’s neck with his thumb. “So you and I can probably add four hours onto that call time.”
Tim closed his eyes, exhaled, and let the rise and fall of Harvey’s chest lull him to the edge of sleep. “I’m glad we had this talk.”
“Me too, kiddo.”
xxx
Thanks for reading! I hope I posted this correctly, this thread is a little difficult to follow. Turns out that writing RPF just feels wrong and abusive so I won't be doing it again, but as an actor and a Reservoir Dogs fan, I saw this prompt and just couldn't help myself. Yay rimming. Yay identity issues. :)