Tim groans, involuntary and low in his throat, because the fingers in his hair are almost better than the hand on his cock was. Not as good as teeth on his throat, but pretty damn close.

He already knows Mike's full a shit, just lying between his teeth. He knows it's just a challenge, just a way to get Tim to be rougher and harsher. Logically, he knows all of that, but it doesn't seem to make a difference. Because it works, and Tim practically snarls when he lets go of Mike's wrist to undo the other's pants.

"Like the way you can't get it up unless there's a hand around your throat?" His fingers squeeze around Mike's neck briefly for emphasis. "Can't get off unless you can barely breathe?"

His hand shoves past Mike's underwear, fingers curling around his cock firmly and stroking slow.

"Like that's not fucked up."