Been waiting for this one

I gave up on titles.Anyways, this story has been requested by a very special person that happens to be me! I really wanted to write it so here it is. I know some of y'all probably anticipated it too.

I was really busy and had a super stressful past 4 weeks so I'm really happy about getting back to writing now. I wrote a short fic but it's honest work so I hope you enjoy this off-canon piece of fiction I created.

TagsPorn without plotHealthy communication Exhaustion Switch Tim & MauriceTopping from the bottom Reverse cowgirl Size difference Muscle kinkBreeding kinkManhandling BarebackingCock warming(4.5k words)

Enjoy!

It's not every day he's like this. Stressed, riled up, agitated. He tries not to let these things get to him. Most days he's pretty successful with that. But there are days like these, days like today, where it just feels harder than usual.

Tim glares at the screen in front of him. The words are falling through his brain, not making any sense. He looks back at the book. Not any better. Somewhere in there was the answer he was looking for, but he had no hopes of finding that anymore. Not today.

He would have to go home like this, frustrated and unsatisfied with today's work. Things had been a lot lately, this seemed to have been the cherry on top for him.

Before he started driving back to their shared apartment, Tim sat in his car to check his messages quickly. He opened their group chat. Someone had sent pictures. Maurice. As a disappearing message. How cruel.

Tim considered wether he should open it or not. He had an idea of what was awaiting him. He wasn't sure he could handle this today. After a moment of contemplation he couldn't help it and opened the picture. He was just a weak man after all, one with two very beautiful boyfriends. It's not like he ever pretended he wasn't whipped for them.

Fuck. Bad decision. He'd known that, but still – how was he supposed to handle all that at once? The frustration, the exhaustion and the slump of today paired with this?? Maurice was looking out of this world. Sometimes Tim regretted buying him that skirt. It did things to him.

He wanted to be there now. To be the boyfriend he wanted to be. Liked to be. To tease Maurice and unravel him slowly, coax everything out of him, ideally a few orgasms too. But he didn't have the energy today.

Tim sighed and leaned back in the car seat. He didn't feel like driving. He didn't feel like being alone in his car, but music seemed too overstimulating and a podcast too complex for his already worn out braincells right now.

He stared down at his phone. He just wanted to keep staring at the pretty picture of his gorgeous boyfriend in a skirt and a pastel colored hoodie with that little mischievous smile. Wanted to stare at him thinking about coming home to him, but never doing it. Just wanted to look at him till he fell asleep right here in the car.

But Tim was responsible enough to know he couldn't do that. And the picture had already closed again, so he couldn't look at it again. Maurice was making sure he would come home for more. So Tim eventually sucked it up and started the engine. It all helped nothing. He would get through this, too.

"You're home," Berdar greeted him from the kitchen when Tim finally entered their apartment. He nodded, giving Berdar a weak smile. He was glad to be back. His boyfriends always gave him the energy he needed to push through. Today would surely be no different.

Two arms wrapped around him, and Tim wanted to throw his entire weight onto his boyfriend right away. Berdar didn't really mind it. Tim didn't weight that much in contrast.

"Tired?" "Mhmh," Tim hummed, letting out a deep sigh. He was home. Finally. He just wanted to crash right into bed. But something told him that wouldn't be happening today.

"Maurice is waiting for you. He was so excited for you to come back. He's in our room." Tim finally got back onto his own legs, looking at Berdar.

"I got notice," he chuckled, putting his bag away.

"He made me take pictures. I guess it's more exciting when you're away all day," Berdar teased, poking Tim's side. Tim just shrugged. He wasn't in the mood for teasing, but tried to give back a little grin.

"I'll take a look. You joining?"

"Nope. Not today, sorry. I'm gonna hop on a call with some friends later. But you two have fun." He gave Tim a little wink, to which Tim could only sigh.

Yes, he'd been looking forward to this all day. All week, maybe. It was finally Friday and they had time for stuff like this. If only he weren't so absolutely debauched.

Tim pushed off his shoes and entered the bathroom. He knew he should take a quick shower to wash off the stress and musk of the day. He really should. He stood in front of the shower for a minute, willing himself to clean up and not be a dirty little chicken, but he couldn't do it. In the end, his tiredness won.

He just grabbed his toothbrush instead and told himself it would be fine as long as a certain standard of hygiene was being kept. He could still shower in the morning. Or later with Maurice, he reminded himself, since that was still a thing.

He eventually combed a hand through his greasy hair that he should probably also wash soon and walked to their bedroom. With one hand on the door handle, he took a deep breath. He didn't stop to think about what he was doing. He rarely did that, he tried not to.

Encouraging his boyfriends to take care of themselves, to express their long repressed needs and set healthy boundaries was one thing. To do it himself the other. It wasn't like he never did that. Just... maybe sometimes his boyfriends were more important to him than he was to himself. And it wasn't like having sex while he's tired was going to kill him.

Tim finally opened the door, finding Maurice already sitting on the bed. He was still dressed in the skirt and the pastel hoodie, though he'd put on a pair of comfortable stockings to stay warm. He was curled up on the mattress, phone in hand, looking up at Tim with a bright smile.

"Someone had a good day, huh?" Tim asked, walking towards the bed.

"And someone didn't reply to my texts," Maurice pouted. He was already playing. Tim knew this game by heart. It wouldn't hurt to play it blindly with a little less attention than usual, right?

"What were you hoping to hear? Did you expect me to send a picture back?" Maurice bit his lips, tilting his head and pretending to think about it.

"Hmm, maybe you should've, Sir." Shit. Too late now. Tim wasn't gonna get out of this number anymore, now that the honorific was dropped. There would be no conversation held about it. He would play this scene and then go to bed and everything would be alright.

Two minutes passed. They were going back and forth. Five minutes passed. Tim was getting more into his role. Being more demanding, more mean, more commanding. Maurice fell into it easily.

Ten minutes passed. Somehow, Tim had left his clothes on the floor and was now hovering over Maurice, pressing kissed against his bare chest. Fingers ghosting over hard abs covered by soft skin, absently scraping his nails over the surface.

Moans and whines went over his head as exhaustion settled deeply in his bones. His eyes were blinking slowly as he pushed his hand under Maurice's waistband and whispered a few dirty words to him. Nothing special, nothing show-stopping.

Just something he knew they both liked, something that wouldn't aquire any kind of discussion or precautions. He wouldn't be pushing boundaries today. He would get this over with, do well and give his boyfriend what he wanted. Do his duty, as he should. Be they boyfriend he wanted to be for them.

"Tim? Tim, can you hear me?" Tim snapped out of it and blinked up a little confused. Oh fuck. Had he seriously just drifted off on top of Maurice? His face started flushing in embarrassment. Shit. He broke character. How could he let this happen? He'd tried so hard to focus on this!

"Tim!" Maurice sat up, coming face to  face with him now. "Sorry, sorry, yeah I'm here, sorry that happened, I'll- I don't know why that... I'm alright, really—"

"Tim, are you tired? It's okay if you're tired, just tell me," Maurice interrupted him, placing a hand in Tim's shoulder.

"I am, but it's not too bad. I was looking forward to this," he admitted honestly.

"Well but you just fell asleep on me so apparently it is that bad," Maurice insisted.

"No- look... I'm just... Today wasn't a good day for me." Tim sighed. "Sorry I ruined this now," he muttered, resting his forehead on his palm and letting his shoulders slump. He had gotten into character so well, better than expected, just to mess everything up now.

"There's nothing to feel sorry about. You didn't ruin it. You should've told me you're not in a condition to do this," Maurice said with a serious expression, squeezing his shoulder lightly.

"But I really wanted to give you this. I know we were both looking forward to it all week."

"So? If today was this bad for you, it can wait a little longer." Maurice looked at Tim for a moment before scooting closer. "How much energy do you have right now? Like, on a scale from one to ten."

Tim sighed.

"Uh... Maybe... Two? At most. But like, I really wanted this...." He looked up, giving Maurice an almost desperate look. He felt so pathetic right now. Maurice shrugged.

"What if I did the work? Would that be fine with you?" Tim thought about it for a moment.

"I mean... I guess so. Yes. But are you sure? Like, I know you usually prefer not to do too much—"

"I prefer to do a lot as much as I love being a pillow princess. Don't worry about it. Just let me take care of you today. It's okay to have a shitty day and want to come home and just be cradled."

Tim looked at him like Maurice was the prophesied Messiah himself, letting his head fall against Maurice's shoulder and slumping his shoulders. Maurice smiled warmly and pulled Tim a little closer.

He was a lightweight in comparison to Maurice, so Tim was quickly placed on his lap, letting out a little whine. Maurice knew how much Tim didn't admit to like it. How small he was next to them. How slender, how weak, really. Not that any of them really minded, no, but Maurice was aware of how it affected his boyfriend.

He pressed a few gentle kisses on top of his head, trailing down Tim's cheek and eventually mouthing at the skin of his neck.

"Mhh," Maurice hummed, getting Tim's attention. His eyes were already half lidded, hard to tell if it was from tiredness or arousal. "Baby," Maurice almost whispered, combing his hand through Tim's greasy hair. He didn't comment on it, waiting till Tim was looking up at him.

A smile tugged at Maurice's lip when he saw the look on Tim's face. He looked like he'd been through it today.

"How about..." Maurice tilted his head, running his fingers through Tim's hair again, this time finishing it off with a soft tug. Tim could collapse at the action immediately. It might have been light, but he noticed alright. He was ready to surrender.

"How about you let me top today?" Maurice whispered. Despite the implications of his words, it sounded almost wholesome. Tim let out a little whine, almost a hiss. He closed his eyes, as if not wanting to be interrogated. Maurice let out a slight chuckle but pressed another kiss onto Tim's forehead. "I need you to answer me, you know?"

"Yea, whatever. I guess," Tim mumbled, hiding his face a little. Maurice was aware how shy he still was about bottoming sometimes. He'd never really been interested in topping Tim, not personally, but in this specific situation, it just felt like the way to go.

"Is that a yes?" Maurice asked again, just to go sure. He wasn't exactly experienced in this, so he needed to know that Tim was okay with it. Tim just nodded, not looking back at him. He already looked like he was drifting off again.

Maurice took that as a sign to go ahead. He placed more kisses over Tim's neck, whispering a few affirmations here and there while his free hand was slowly pealing Tim out of his clothes. It felt relieving to finally be able to take everything off. Especially since he didn't have to do it himself.

Tim sighed when his jeans slipped off his legs, wrapping his arms around Maurice's strong body, head resting there. Maurice smiled at his behavior, taking his own shirt off, too. It seemed to make Tim a bit more awake, fingers tracing the defined muscle slowly, almost like it was something too precious for him to touch.

"You're too damn cute like this, should be illegal," Maurice chuckled. He bumped his nose gently against Tim's, way too sweet for a moment like this, before taking Tim's thigh and pulling his leg up a little.

"Let me prep you?" He asked, knowing Tim usually did it himself. He preferred to make himself uncomfortable during the process to speed it up and despite their protests, had never allowed them to do it for him. He was real impatient when it came to this. But today, Tim just sighed, burying his face in Maurice's chest.

"Fine."

That was all the encouragement Maurice needed. He leaned over to their nightstand, careful not to let Tim roll off his lap. He retrieved the lube and sat back up, getting Tim comfortable before squirting a generous amount of lube onto his fingers.

"Want you to enjoy this, alright?" Maurice whispered before bringing his hand down, warming up the lube a little. "Tell me if it hurts, yeah?"

Tim nodded, not moving an inch. His body tensed up for a moment when he felt Maurice's finger come in touch with his skin, circling slowly. He flinched a little when it finally breached the tight ring of muscle.

Maurice took it slow, moving his finger slowly, in and out, always just a little bit deeper. Tim slowly started to get comfortable again, though his breath was becoming a bit more shaky. Maurice kept stroking his hair slowly, whispering sweet nothings into his ear.

Then, Maurice curled his finger just right, and Tim's body jolted, his hand coming up to grip at anything, anything turning out to be Mauriece's hair. Tim gasped, legs thrashing when Maurice kept stimulating the spot.

"Just enjoy it," Maurice assured him once again, not complaining about the hand that was still pulling his hair.

Tim didn't know what to say, so he whined, gasped, stuttered out broken moans with every painfully slow movement of Maurice's finger. He noticed pretty late that it was more than one at this point, neither when Maurice added the third. He was still burying his now tear stained face in Maurice's chest, body tensing and relaxing again and again, unable to comprehend the overwhelming amount of pleasure shooting through his veins.

"Think you're ready?" Maurice asked, checking in with Tim before carefully removing his fingers. Tim clung to him, nothing short of a mess. He still managed to give a little nod in reply. He knew maybe better than anyone how important consent was in moments like these. Moments in which only one of the involved parties were coherent enough to think straight.

"Alright, let me turn you around, yes?" Maurice helped Tim turn around in his lap, so Tim could sink back into Maurice's embrace, back resting against the broad chest behind him.

"There, there. Give me a moment." Maurice stripped both of them of the last pieces of fabric that were between them, before grabbing for the lube once again. "Condom?" Maurice asked, just in case, getting a tired groan of disapproval in reply.

It made Maurice smile widely again, eyes turning to little crescents. Tim was acting way too cute for such a moment. But Maurice would never complain. He knew the privilege of getting taken care of and how truly important it could be. He wouldn't hesitate to give back all the love he'd been shown by his boyfriend.

"Okay. Ready?"  Maurice helped Tim to lift himself up, just barely stopping him from falling into the mattress face first. When Tim started sinking down again, his jaw fell open in a silent moan, thighs trembling hard as he accommodated for the stretch.

Once sat, he grabbed Maurice's thighs, nails digging into the skin, breath raspy and wavering.

"Shhhh, it's all in now. Took it all, look at you," Maurice praised. Tim let out a whine again, adjusting a little. He seemed to have found a comfortable position after a while, resting his head back against Maurice's shoulder.

"Mh?" Maurice hummed softly, nudging Tim's temple with his nose. He couldn't help it, Tim was looking like a tired little kitten like this.

"'s good," Tim mumbled, voice a little slurred.

"Yeah? Think you can relax like this?" Tim nodded, eyes already looked droopy again. Maurice rolled his hips slightly, just to test the waters. When he grazed Tim's prostate, Tim whined again, squirming in his spot.

"Shhh, it's okay. We can just stay like this if you want to," Maurice assured, wrapping his arms around Maurice's waist.

"No I like it," Tim admitted, already subconsciously trying to grind down again.

"Yeah? Want more?" Tim nodded and before his breath could even out again, he felt Maurice shifting inside again, rolling deliciously against that special spot, making him see stars.

"Yea-yeah," Tim stuttered, arching his back already to the slight stimulation. Maurice wanted to coo at how sensitive he was, but he held back in favor of just letting Tim enjoy this moment without becoming self-conscious.

Maurice allowed Tim to revel in the feeling for a while, rolling his hips slowly and deeply, drinking in every little sound of pleasure that spilled from Tim's lips. He didn't get him like this very often. Most of the time, Tim would still take control. He liked being in charge.

Maurice liked that too. Still, it felt right to take the lead today. It just felt so right to see Tim's slumped body twitch and trash from the pleasure. Maurice didn't want it to stop. The friction might not have been enough for him to cum, but the visual surely was.

"Still good?" Maurice asked, making sure Tim didn't slip off his lap with how boneless his body felt.

Tim just glanced to the side from where his head was placed on Mauriece's shoulder, watery eyes trying to meet Maurice's.

"More," he croaked out, his voice a pitiful whisper. Maurice had to bite back a deep groan, the way Tim looked at him way too tempting. It were times like these that Maurice really noticed their physical differences, and it was driving him crazy in all the beat ways.

He could just flip Tim over if he wanted to, hoist him up and fuck him against the wall. But he knew that wasn't what Tim needed. He needed more of this, more of the sweet, mind-numbing pleasure. Maurice bucked his hips up, pushing even deeper, moving with intent now.

Eventually, Maurice couldn't hold back anymore and he leaned down to capture Tim's lips in a hungry kiss. Tim's lips felt chapped and bitten raw, and any other day, Maurice would've scolded him for not taking better care of them. Not today, though.

Today he only added to the redness, biting and licking over the already puffy lips. His speed picked up slightly as he continued to kiss Tim, one hand cupping his face to keep it steady. Tim's little noises only fueled him on more.

Long forgotten were all his doubts about being a good top, maybe it really was instinct after all. But then again, Maurice was a bottom at heart, and when he fucked, he would get needy.

Needy for attention, for love, desperate to surrender himself to the tempting pull of emptiness in his mind. Thoughts fading, leaving behind only blankness and desire. There was little control over how he would express that desire though, so he was only left to hope that Tim would enjoy it, no matter what came out.

And enjoy it he did.

Tim was writhing, legs thrashing with every thrust, pleasure exploding in his body with every time his prostate was hit. A few tears had already collected on his cheek again, making for a stunning visual in Maurice's opinion.

"Mhh, please," Tim whined, body jostling with each strong movement of Maurice's hips.

"Please what? What do you want?" Maurice rasped, mouthing eagerly over Tim's throat. He was unable to hold himself back, needing to be as close to his boyfriend as somehow possible.

Tim just reached up for Maurice's arm, bringing it closer. Tim swallowed hard, trying to think about his choices, but ultimately acting on his wants rather than the potential embarrassment that would set in once this was over. That didn't matter now.

So he pulled the arm closer, guiding it where he wanted it, right around his throat. Maurice's hips stuttered when he realized where Tim was going with this.

"Want my to put you in a headlock, baby?" Maurice asked with his deep voice, something primal shining through his words.

"Please," Tim panted, holding onto the strong arm. Maurice didn't need to be asked twice. He flexed his muscles, Tim's head locking in in his strong hold. Tim moaned as muscle mass was bulging around his throat, making him unable to move away.

Not like he wanted to. He wouldn't dream of it. No, this was his dream. He may not admit it, but the position he found himself in right now, pinned down and unable to move, was stuff straight out of a wet dream for him.

Eyes rolling back, Tim ground down, chasing his orgasm. Maurice didn't mind it one bit, closing his arm even tighter. Tim knew about the safe action they used, so he wasn't too worried about pushing the limits here.

Maurice himself was a goner at this point. Fucking up desperately, licking and sucking on the bit of Tim's neck and jawline that wasn't covered by his own muscular arm.

"Ah, a-ahh, close, please, close—"Tim's voice climbed higher, back arching, but Maurice's iron grip didn't let him move around.

"Me too," Maurice rasped, pulling Tim's hips down on his cock with his free hand, Tim's body like a light weighted toy in his hold. Tim needed to be filled so badly like this, used and pumped full of cum, just this once. Just this once he wanted to indulge himself and be on the other side of his own fantasies. Of his favorite fantasy ever.

"Full," Tim sobbed, hands pawing at Maurice's huge bicep. "Wan' be full, please."

"I'll make you full, don't worry," Maurice panted out, mind already dangerously close to slipping away. He only had a couple braincells left to stay coherent enough to understand what Tim was saying when he heard what he said next.

"Wan' your child."

"Fuck!" Maurice threw his head back with a groan, his headlock unconsciously tightening up. The blood flow on Tim's neck was slightly restricted, allowing for a nice, tingly feeling. The slight dizziness only added to the pleasure.

"You want my child? Yeah? I'll give you one— fuck, fuck yes, can have my child, you want that?"

Tim could barely nod, his head demobilized by Maurice's hold. He could only gasp for air, a blissed out expression on his face. "Fuck, fuck, yes, I'll fuck a baby into you, I'll do it, promise, we'll make it take, fuuuuck," Maurice tensed up as he came, trembling through his orgasm.

He mindlessly bit down on Tim's neck, right under his ear. Tim could only sob and moan at the action, helpless to the ministrations, but loving every second of it.

"Fuck yeah, take my cum, take it all, gonna give you a child," Maurice babbled, the blankness already setting in. His mind was far gone, the last thought he had was to make Tim cum too. So he bucked his hips up again, working through the bittersweet overstimulation to bring Tim to the edge.

"Yes please," Tim whimpered, still trying to grind back down. He was so close, so close to finishing, he just needed one more push. His hands were holding desperately onto Maurice's arm that was still keeping him in a tight hold, never letting go of him. All he could do was surrender himself and succumb to the pleasure.

"C'mon, I know you're close. Cum for me, hm?" Maurice panted, hoping to get Tim to cum undone.

"So full," Tim whispered, jaw falling slack.

"That's right, full of my cum. Bred you full. To the brim. Gonna fuck it back into you to make sure it'll take."

Tim whined, and with another twitch of his thighs, he spilled all over his own stomach. He cried through his orgasm until he could only slump back and cry quietly, feeling so utterly and completely sated and content. All the tension and frustration was finally fading, his mind turning beautifully empty.

"So full..." he muttered, the arm around his throat finally loosening. Maurice massaged the reddened skin around his neck, placing a few kisses here and there. Both of them in a dizzy headspace, trying to cling as close to each other as possible. Maurice even licked over his bite mark in an attempt to soothe the irritated skin, only earning himself a whimper from Tim.

About 15 minutes had passed, both of them nearly asleep. Maurice had never bothered to pull out, allowing Tim to remain with the sating sensation of fullness. There was a little knock on the door before it opened.

"Hey you two. Had some fun?" The door closed again and soon they felt the mattress dip with the weight of Berdar's body next to them. Tim was the first to open his eyes, blinking tiredly at Berdar. He'd been half asleep, but the opening and closing of the door had woken him up again.

"You look like you went pretty hard on him," Berdar chuckled. Tim just shook his head slowly."No? You look like you had marathon sex for three hours."

Tim just closed his eyes again, not bothering with a reply. Berdar smiled and was about to slip under the covers next to them when he noticed something. He was holding the blanket in one hand, eyes zooming in on where Tim and Maurice were connected.

"Tim..?" Berdar asked entirely too loud. Tim glanced at him again, eyes barely opening this time."Did you bottom?"

"Mhmh."

Berdar stared at him with a silent gasp."You should've told me!" He whisper-shouted. "I would've ditched the boys for this."

That's all for today! Tell me how you liked it.Honestly not the best scene I've written, kinda bugs me, but I really wanted this specific dynamic to happen so I'm happy enough with it.

I'm hoping to write a bit more now if I find the motivation. Let me know what you think and see y'all soon!