Yeah--he remembers a little noise like that. It got smothered last time too. That's okay. He can drag it out again, Tim is pretty sure as he crowds Diogo back. When Tim steps up on the mattress, standing over Diogo breaks the kiss and forces him to tilt backwards. "Lemme guess: fever? pulse racing? hard to fucking see?" Tim hangs onto his hair. He can fall or stumble back, whatever works. Tim keeps dragging. "Cuz I can't think past how hard I am, and I gotta figure someone else got in on a bad batch of something."