The only difficulty that Tim can see of their current arrangement is which one of them will come out on top, but as far as Tim is concerned, half the fun of that is the grappling struggle to figure it all out in the first place.

As they kiss, a heady and panting and teeth-clashing kiss, Tim tugs desperately at Henry's clothes. He can't help it right now. It's not the fuzzy need to bend to whatever seems like an excellent, filthy idea, like on Frenzy. Instead, everything was a hot-tight heat in his gut, in his cock, and he felt like if he didn't fuck or get fucked he was going to go absolutely out of his mind.