The hand in Tim's hair shifted, moving more to cup his cheek than actually hold onto him. His other hand moved around to Tim's back, pulling him closer. He sucked slowly at the small wounds he'd made, with no more pressure than a lover might use to create a hickey. He worked his teeth against it anytime it slowed, being so incredibly careful not to let any escape. Enough time had passed that normally he'd start worrying about going to far or taking too much, but they weren't anywhere near that. And the only urge he was resisting was that to lay Tim down on the bed. It was bad enough he was clinging to the man, half straddling his lap with one knee on the bed and the other foot planted on the floor.