The Start of the End || Timlo
The Start of the End || Timlo
The Start of the End || Timlo
The Start of the End || Timlo
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Anonymous asked: Soooooo...I heard you're tyin' the knot! And with Timon, no less! The honest first thing you'd do if you saw Timmeh being hit on by another dude. Go.
Ummm…
Gosh, it’s kinda painful to think about, to be honest. If he went for it though… Maybe cry a little? Or a lot? But then anger, definitively righteous anger.
I’d be all like: “Milo smash!” All over the place.
But if it was just some random stranger, I’d prolly start draping myself all over Timon, accentuating his taken-ness.
The Start of the End || Timlo
The Start of the End || Timlo
Timon pushed Milo back on the cushions, a full-blown, desire-soaked growl rising in his throat. He leaned in and kissed a trail down his lover’s neck, nipping and licking Milo’s soft skin until he cried out for more. Oh, how that simple moan thrilled Timon…! He smiled and dove right back in.
When they kissed this time, Timon didn’t hold anything back. He kissed Milo with a bruising passion, sucking and nipping whenever he could, aiming always to hear that one small kitten-mewl or that one exhilerating moan of desire. His heart raced faster than a race horse on steroids. Between intense kisses, he gasped out, “Your wish is my command.”
As their mouths worked, Timon’s hands crept up Milo’s body, sliding up under his shirt and along the smooth expanse of his stomach, then up along the planes of his chest. He tweaked one of the man’s rapidly hardening nippled and smirked when he groaned, nipping at his lower lip playfully. He was driving the older man crazy—and Timon most definitely knew it.
He pulled away and nuzzled at the place where Milo’s neck met his shoulder. “So…” he murmured, teeth skimming the sensitive flesh. “What so you want me to do next?”
Every nip, every suck, every kiss to his skin sent Milo’s heart a-sputter. The things Timon did to him; it was, in a word, delicious.
Lips met ravenously, like two magnets slaming together, and they fit together oh-so perfectly. Timon’s masculine form, and Milo’s slightly feminine one. They were a set; ying and yang, the wiimote to his nunchuck, the frenchfries to his burger. Timon fit Milo in a way no one else did, and it was obvious in the way the brunette would pant and curl up in the other’s arms. It was an addiction, this; and every moment they weren’t together he felt the phantom tingles of Timon-withdrawal.
His neck was littered with hickeys by now, Milo was sure. Skin red-hot from Timon’s kisses, the older bucked up from beneath the dancer, keening up at him.
“G-god.., just, … anything. Just as long as you keep giving me those kisses.”
((I think it just might be time to whip out the ‘read more’ button. ;D))
The Start of the End || Timlo
The way he said that made Timon shiver, and while he *had* had some plans for the two of them, he honestly didn’t think they’d make it out the front door. As it was, Timon wanted to scoop Milo up and kiss him until he swooned, and that was without a big, fancy, seriously romantic, perhaps some dancing involved night on the town.
So, Timon simply shook his head and let his smile turn seductive, his dark eyes narrowing and growing even darker with desire. He’d made up his mind—he wanted Milo now and forever, aso this was already a special night. Why not take that special up a step?
He kept the sultry purr in his voice. “Curl up on the cushions, love?” Timon took a step toward Milo with every word, tilting his head to the side. “…Or crawl?” At the end of that brief phrase, the boy reached his lover and looked down at him. He raised a hand, curled two figners, and used them to tilt Milo’s face up. Timon smiled and leaned in.
The moment their lips brushed, electricity shot through him and the younger male groaned, pressing deeper into the kiss and the other man as the ever-present desire for Milo rushed once again to the surface. He kissed him long and hard, teasing his tongue along the curve of his lower lip before taking the swelling flesh into his mouth and sucking on it. After a few moments, he broke away with a gasp to find he’d pressed Milo flat against the living room wall. The couch loomed at him from the corner of his eye, and Timon tipped his head in that direction.
“So, what do you think?” he purred, leaning in again to tease the sensitive curve of Milo’s ear with his teeth and tongue. “Go…or stay?”
Lips wonderfully bruised and heart all a-flutter, Milo whimpered at the loss of contact. Timon’s kisses tended to leave him wanting and breathless, and this moment was no exception.
“Ohh.. stay, definitiely stay.~” The weatherman cooed, taking Timon’s hand in his own and leading him off toward the couch.
‘Screw going out, this seems like the better idea’, Milo thought as he was pushed onto the couch, caught in a liplock that would have any nun blushing. Timon was always so deliciously dominant in these moments, Milo could hardly help himself. Eyelashes fluttering all sweet-like, tempting and pleading all rolled into one like some sort of take-me-I’m-yours cinnabun, he whimpered Timon’s name. “Timon..~ Let’s just stay here for tonight, alright? We can save our night on the town for some other time.”
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Timon squeezed Milo tightly to him, burying his face in his hair with a contented sigh. It felt so right to hold him like this, breathing in his thick, dizzying scent, crushing him as tight to his body as he could. Damn, how Timon loved Milo.
He finally released him and smiled shyly, a blush spreading across his cheeks. “Y-yeah, come on in,” he said. Timon moved aside but suddenly thought better of it, reaching forward instead and tugging the other in by the hem of his shirt. He ran his eyes over the man as he did so, trying not to swoon as he took in just how adorable he looked. Subconsciously, Timon ran the tip of his tongue along his lower lip.
Once they were both inside, the boy shut the door and locked it, then turned back to Milo for yet another long look-over. “And speaking of snazzy, you look adorable…” His voice unexpectedly wavered and dropped into a purr, making Timon’s blush even darker.
Timon was checking him out. Very blatantly, in fact. Not that he minded, Milo thought as he did some observing of his own. Not to sound like a teenage girl or anything, but yummy. Timon’s constant dancing and excersize kept him fit. Strong shoulders and toned arms, he had Milo in a tizzy everytime they made out, let alone made love.
Speaking of which, the way Timon’s voice lilted into an almost-purr— it set the flush on his cheeks alight, darkening into crimson. Ohh, that dancer did things to Milo’s libido. Mean things. Milo wasn’t some middle-ager, but he tended to spring up all kinds of ‘problems’ when his boyfriend growled at him like that.
Mind drifting, the weather man shook his head to clear his thoughts. “Thanks, sweetie. Are we going out for dinner, or are we just gonna cuddle on the couch and order some take-out? I’m all for going out tonight, but the more you growl at me like that, the more I want to just curl up on the cushions with you.”
