you and tim are in his bed, you’re above him, your lips on his and your tongue exploring his mouth. he’s very happy beneath you, legs spread as you lay between them, holding his arms in place. he likes this, he likes being your good boy.

it’s only when your hands glide down to the hem of his shirt and try to push it up that his mood changes. he tries to distract you by kissing your chest, and it works for a small amount of time. until you try to lift his shirt again, and he tries to distract you by trying to climb on top of you, obviously you don’t let him.

you see, tim, bless the poor thing, absolutely does not want you seeing his tummy. after his ice hockey match, in the locker room, all the other guys were showing off their abs, and while tim has incredible arms and shoulders from the hockey, he just can’t manage to get abs. his tummy isn’t fat, it’s normal, healthy, but it’s not tight abs. he’s got it in his head that you’re expecting abs, you’re expecting a muscular, defined stomach. he thinks you’ll be disgusted by his tummy.