His back arches further in, flexible like a sleek cat as he lets out a sound a little higher in octave than his usual musical lilt. His fingers clench together as Tim digs deeper into him and damn, if this is just his fingers, he can only imagine how it'll feel once he's inside.

He'll be appreciative of the care once this is all over, even if he's a bit overeager right now. When Tim dislodges himself only to kneel down, he can't help that impatient huff of air... which only gets sharpened into a hiss, almost embarrassed sort of yelp as Tim applies an obscene sort of attention to his hole with his tongue.

Now that's really something different for him. His thighs quiver as he keeps himself upright, hips trying their best not to squirm too much as rough fingers thrust into him and he moans low, gruff.

"P...Please, hurry it up—" he stammers, his demand weak in trying to be demanding but clearly needy. He doesn't resort to begging much, but this is a special occasion. He throws a look over his shoulder, eyebrows pushed together like he's in pain and face flush with excitement and arousal. It's not easy to look down but he does his best. "Just, just do it. I can't..."

It's all incoherent babble, really. He can't find the right words to express his mounting desperation anyway.