Turning his face into Rob's lap, Tim shivered as careful fingers danced over his sore backside.
"Do you remember how we started all this? Hmm?"
"God, shut up."
"No?" mused Rob, "Well thankfully I am not so far down the path to senility. I'd bollocked for something or other and once you stopped pouting –No! It's true!-you pretty much shagged me through the mattress. It is picking up on subtle hints like that really make a man a Top."
Tim grinned.
"I daren't say a cross word to you for a month after for fear I'd be molested mid-rant."
"Shurrup."
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