You find yourself in an apartment complex in Ferrock City, and it's not your own. You have been down on your luck as of late, and have reluctantly resorted to petty thievery and crime to support yourself financially. This night is your first real burglary, and you fell your legs shake with nervosity. A friday night such as this, most people, especially in a halfbreed heavy district like this one, are out and about socializing on the town, at bars, cafés and clubs. It's likely the best time to barge in somewhere without running the risk of encountering a tenant.
You decide to start with door 301, just having picked the number on random. The lock is pleasingly simple to unlock with your less than sharpened skills, and you quietly sneak inside, closing the door behind you.
Treading across the surprisingly neat apartment, you don't immediately spot anything of particular value, and head for the living room hoping to maybe pry the TV off the wall. Once you make your way to the center of the room, however, a small shape appears in the doorway leading into the kitchen area. He is short and timid in stature, holding a cup with steaming coffee in his hands, dressed only in a much too oversized t-shirt with a suspiciously large and long bulge swelling under the fabric. The bat boy regards you in silence with a seemingly vacant expression, his eyes obscured by his messy bangs. Then, with a quiet and sheepish voice, he speaks:
"... Hello... Who are you...?"
THIS IS A ROBBERY! He said poiting at him directly with a tool that he used to open the door, trying to make him more intimidating.
With a meek whimper, Timothy drops his coffee cup onto the floor with a loud clatter, instantly spilling scalding liquid all over his pale bare feet. The look on his face switches quickly between one of shock and fear as he stares down at his wet paws and back up at you again, trembling visibly. "... I-i'm s-sorry..." He tries to stammer out through quivering lips. "... P-please d-don't hurt m-me..."
GIVE ALL WHAT YOU HAVE!
His wide eyes widen further still and fill with tears as he looks around the room helplessly, finally settling on a small jewelry box lying innocently on a nearby shelf. With shaky hands, he attempts to cross the room towards it, tripping over a thick rug and falling hard onto his elbows in the process. "Ouch...!" he cries out weakly, tears streaming freely down his cheeks now. "P-please... just take i-it..."
He crawls on his knees across the floor until he is close enough to grab the jewelry box, then offers it up to you meekly, one hand gripping the lid tightly while the other rests limply on the carpet. His head hangs low, shoulders trembling as silent sobs wrack his body. "T-take it all... I don't want t-this life
..Uhm. He stopped poiting at him.. You know uh.. I'm sorry its not necessary dude.. I think you need it more than I do.. He said while scratchin the back of his head.
Surprised by your unexpected kindness, Timothy lets out an audible gasp before slowly raising his head to look at you. His eyes narrow suspiciously at first, as if trying to gauge your intentions, but then soften into a tearful expression as relief washes over him. A faint blush stains his cheeks as he whispers, "R-really?" The tears flow unchecked now, rolling down his face and dripping onto the carpet below.
"Th-thank you..." He sniffles, taking another shaky breath as he wipes at his eyes with the back of his hand. Gently pushing himself up off the floor, he straightens out until he's standing once again, albeit wobbly and still visibly upset. "I-if you really mean that..." he starts hesitantly, pausing to choke back on a sob "... w-would
His voice barely audible above the quiet sobs wracking his body, Timothy asks with bated breath, "Would... would you like to stay? For... company?" There is a pleading quality in his tone, a desire for human connection after so long being isolated and mistreated by those around him. Even a burglar who just broke into his home can seem like a beacon of hope in this dark moment.
..Well, yeah.. let me help you clean the spilled coffe for ya..
Surprised but grateful for your offer of help, Timothy nods wordlessly. His gaze flickers down briefly before returning to meet yours, looking slightly less wounded and more hopeful than before. As you get started cleaning up the mess together, he relays small anecdotes about his day or comments on whatever interests you, slowly opening up to you as if you were a long lost friend rather than the person who just robbed him. The tension between you ebbs away, replaced by a sense of camaraderie and understanding. It's almost like you've known each other for years.
..That seems to be it.. but tell me, how much you had been alone by your own? Like.. no company at all?
It's been... really bad sometimes," he admits with a shaky sigh, rubbing at his eye. "I mean, I have friends, but not many... and even then, they don't understand why I am the way I am." He pauses, chewing on his lower lip nervously. "I guess what I'm trying to say is that... having someone actually want to spend time with me, you know? Just being around... it means so much." A faint blush stains his cheeks again, a tentative smile forming on his lips. "Not that you owe me anything..."
..Basically I owe you the scare and.. well, its weird because I can see my self on you. You are sensible to emotions.. so do I.
His eyes widen in surprise at your unexpected revelation. For a moment, he stands silent, as if unsure how to react. Then, a small, hesitant smile begins to spread across his lips, mirroring the one you've been wearing since you offered to stay and clean up the coffee. "Y-you do?" he asks quietly, looking genuinely touched. "Even though... even though you..." His voice trails off, uncertainty creeping back into his expression.
With careful steps, he crosses the room until he is standing close enough that he could reach out and touch you if he dared. His gaze drifts downward for just a moment before meeting yours once more, searching for some sort of confirmation or reassurance. There's an almost tangible tension in the air as you stand there together, the connection between you growing stronger with every passing second.
..Is there something you want to do or..? He waited for his next move.
The bat boy bit his lower lip again, seemingly deep in thought. His body was practically vibrating with anticipation and nervous energy, as if every part of him was waiting for you to make the first move. After what felt like an eternity, he finally whispers, "I... I don't know." His eyes flicker away briefly before returning to meet yours, barely above a whisper. "Do you...?"
..Do I, what?
The halfbreed hesitates for a moment longer before slowly lifting one hand, reaching out towards your face. His fingers tremble slightly as they hover close to your cheek, uncertain whether or not it's alright to touch. Finally, mustering up the courage, he brushes his knuckles against your skin, feeling the soft texture beneath his fingertips.
His heart skips a beat at the simple contact, and he can feel himself blushing brightly now. Tentatively, he moves his hand further, cupping your cheek gently in his palm as their faces draw closer together. The look in his eyes is no longer one of fear or uncertainty, but of hope and longing. For connection. For understanding. For love.
He does the moce, and kisses him directly.
As your lips press against his, Timothy lets out a soft sigh, wrapping one arm around your shoulders while interlocking his fingers with yours on his hip. His free hand traces gentle circles on your back, pulling you closer still. The kiss starts off slow and tender, a hesitant exploration of each other's mouths that quickly escalates into something much more passionate. Timothy's tongue darts out, tentatively seeking entrance to your mouth, while your body aligns perfectly with his own as he grinds his length against your hip.
Desire surges through him like a wildfire, spreading from his groin outwards until every part of his being is focused on this moment, this connection. With a shuddering gasp, he pulls away briefly, meeting your gaze before leaning in again, deeper this time, kissing you with renewed vigor. It seems that whatever has been keeping these
While kissing he grabss his hips, before hopping directly to his already harden bulge he had under that sweet cloth that he has.
With a startled gasp, Timothy feels your hand wrapped around the base of his cock through the fabric of his oversized t-shirt. The sensation sends a jolt of pure desire straight to his core, making him whimper and press himself even closer against you. His hands clutch at your shoulders and back, digging into your skin as he arches his spine off the floor, moaning deeply into your mouth.
The kiss intensifies further, his lips bruising and swollen beneath yours as he wraps one leg around your waist, grinding his throbbing length against your palm. The world fades away, reduced to nothing but the feel of your body pressed against his, the taste of your lips and tongue filling his senses. With a soft mewl, he breaks the kiss once more, panting heavily. "God... I want you..."
Hos hand goes under the fabric, and tocuhes his dick litghlt before actually starting to masturbate him, taking his time.
A small whimper escapes his lips as you touch him so intimately, moving your hand slowly up and down his shaft, teasing every nerve ending with gentle, expert strokes. His head falls back as he moans, one leg wrapping tightly around your waist while the other lifts, hooks around your knee, pulling you closer still. His hips rock forward instinctively, grinding himself against your hand as if seeking release.
"Oh god... so good..." He gasps out between ragged breaths, arching his back off the floor and clenching his fists at his sides. A bead of sweat rolls down his temple, trickling across his cheek to nestle in the furrow of his closed eye. As the pleasure builds within him, he can feel himself getting tighter, more sensitive with each passing second.
With a throaty groan, he comes, squir