Summary: Tin values his control in a lot of aspects of his life. But sometimes when Tin’s mind becomes too busy, when life is too chaotic to control, Can is there to help give him only one thing to focus on. The plus side is that Can enjoys watching Tin shiver under him.
Basically the flip-side of Counting Devotions. Bonus points to anyone who gets where the title is from.
Dedicated to the Anon who basically asked for bottom!Tin getting edged without knowing that this was on my to-do list for Love is a Disaster.
(Anon, that totally happens. And I’m going to write this as a continuation of this other ficlet here.)
Tin heaved a sigh of relief. Can was out with his friends, would be out for at least two more hours, which gave Tin a chance to get some work done. Not that Tin was behind on any work. He just liked staying ahead.
How Can thought he was able to be so indulgent with his time any other way was beyond Tin.
A few pages into his essay, Tin put aside his laptop at the sound of the door opening. He quickly checked the time and saw Can had come back early.
Before Tin could greet Can properly, the athlete was in his lap, a bruising kiss pressed into his lips. Tin pulled Can closer, the feeling of Can’s warm body was addicting, despite how exhausted he felt.
“Mmm… Ai Tin, you’re neglecting me…” Can moaned as he pulled at Tin’s shirt. “You need to take responsibility. You’ve neglected me all day and I want it.”
Tin rolled his eyes despite how his hands were already pulling up Can’s shirt. “We had sex this morning, Can.” Tin bit one of Can’s nipples, causing him to moan and pull at Tin’s hair. “I got you off three times before I had to run to class. Aren’t you tired at all?”
“That was hours ago, Ai Asshole! And don’t act like you’re not getting hard now too!” Can gyrated his hips and felt validated at the similar hardness in Tin’s pants. Tin whined.
“Baby, I barely made it through class. Please, can’t I just blow you and we can get dinner later?” Tin pressed soft kisses against Can’s neck. “Hell, can we cuddle? My dick is sore.”
Can immediately pulled away. “Are you not attracted to me any more, Ai Tin?!”
“That.is… Why would you… I just…” Tin sputtered and gave up before carrying Can to the bedroom. Maybe if he got Can off enough times, Can would fall asleep and let Tin get some recovery time in while working after all.
Sometimes you don’t start your day until 2pm. Sometimes you have to put on a pair of jeans and a nice shirt instead of sweatpants in order to feel good about yourself. Sometimes it’s really fucking hard to get up and take a shower or brush your teeth. Sometimes it’s really fucking hard to take care of yourself and it’s okay. That is okay. Simple things aren’t always easy and simple things being hard doesn’t make you weak, you are doing the best you can and some days there are things you just can’t do and that’s okay. You are healing. You are trying. Do what you need to do to feel good.
The Last Good Bar 
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