Tie me up, Tin! (TinCan fanfic)

Lock and key

Tin's heart sped up as he approached their condo, eager to see Can again. He had been in Singapore for business, and Can had been taking it hard, judging by the many messages that had waited for Tin once his plane had touched down in Bangkok. They had been separated before, but then it had been Can who had gone away, to his family in the country, and Can had found it much harder to just wait for Tin to return home.

After the confrontation with Tin's father and brother some months earlier, which had resulted in their father banishing Tul to a smaller branch in China, Tin's father had asked Tin to represent the company on a few occasions. These had been in Bangkok so far and this was the first overseas meeting Tin had to attend. 

Tin was supposed to have been away for four days, but he had rushed through all the meetings and decisions, and had managed to change his flight last minute so he was coming home a day early. He had only sent a quick message to Can about having been in a meeting, so as not to spoil the surprise.

It was already late night, and Tin slipped into their apartment quietly, toeing off his shoes, and stripping off as he approached the bedroom. By the time he reached their bedroom door, he was already naked and hard, planning to wake up Can the sweetest possible way he knew, with his mouth.

"Mmmhh... haa... there..." Tin heard, and froze. He stood like a statue, struck immobile by the sounds of Can's pleasure. Can wouldn't... would he? Funny how little it took for all of Tin's fears to come surging back. And by 'funny', he meant 'terrifying'. Tin could feel the world shifting on its axis, and his perfect life with Can come tumbling down, as he listened to Can's escalating cries, the sounds becoming desperate.

Tin stood, falling apart, until...

"Please... Tin..." and what sounded like a sniff.

...what?

Taking the first full breath since he had heard Can's voice moments earlier, Tin pulled the door open a fraction and peeped in, his heart in his mouth, making it hard for him to swallow.

The room was lit only by the small light night on their bedside table, and Tin saw... Can alone on the bed, naked, his hand stroking his hard cock, his hips humping into the fingers of his other hand, plunged deep between his pearly cheeks, and something covering his face. Huh? Tin cocked his head.

Can's head was moving under the fabric covering his face, taking deep sniffs.

"Tin... (sniff)... aahh... (sniff)... more... (sniff)... I need Tin...(sniff)(sob)..."

Tin's heart bloomed. It was Tin's favourite sweater which he wore constantly at home, and it probably hadn't been washed for over a week. Tin took another deep breath, and felt reborn. He watched Can for a moment longer, until he couldn't take it anymore. He pushed the door open silently and walked in, Can still oblivious, trying to reach his climax. Tin grabbed the lube from the bedside table and prepared himself silently, his eyes glued on the visual feast in front of him, his heart hammering in his chest.

"Did you miss me that badly, Cantaloupe," Tin asked softly, as he crawled on the bed, settling between Can's spread legs. Can squealed with shock, and Tin grabbed his hands, and pulled them over his head, taking the sweater covering Can's face with it. Can's eyes flew open and then widened when he recognised Tin.

"Tin...!" Can's blissful cry was cut off by Tin's eager mouth, clamping over his almost desperately, swallowing all the questions Can might have had. The questions could wait, Tin couldn't.

His cock found Can's hot centre unerringly and sank home, and Can's whole body arched upward, and his legs wrapped around Tin's hips without any conscious thought, pulling him closer. Can's body opened for Tin like a lock with only one key.