He allows himself to be grabbed, practically expecting it, wanting it. Wanting to be grabbed and handled about as much as he wants to himself. After the rapidly building tension from the short trip from point A to point B, it was starting to get difficult to hold back. It's maddening, how much he needs it, warmth to his skin, pressing against him— into him, he doesn't even care.

The moment the door slams closed, he's reaching around Tim's neck to pull them flush together. He's practically grinding against him like this, a soft wavering sound that might be a whimper leaking out between his lips.