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I have jt brainrot now and I'm blaming you. Tim knowing just how to get jon to behave,, Tim not taking his bratting seriously because he knows how badly he wants to be good how good he'll be the second he sees Tim won't make fun of him, the second he gets comfortable. Teasing him until he's just a sweet little puddle underneath him, making such cute little noises,, Jon doing that little brother thing of wanting to help with Everything. Wanting to know everything. Finds one of Tim's toys and is immediately extremely curious even if he doesn't think he'd like it. Tim teasing him for trying to bite off more than he can chew, Jon all mopey that Tim won't let him do what they both know he can't take. Tim saying he's gotta be the responsible one, he is his big brother, someone's gotta look out for him. Jon gets very flushed and whiny, suddenly not caring much about the toy,, I just. I just think that they

- skiesandcandy

Jon was prone to biting off more than he could chew, that was doubly true when his thoughts were so small. It was so easy to just slip into the feeling, but it made making decisions difficult. Perhaps that’s why, while waiting for Tim to return Jon had decided to push himself, show Tim he could be big, that he wasn’t a baby. Jon whimpered his eyes screwed shut, one hand steadying the large toy the other holding himself stead as he tried to push down on it.

“Hey, no baby you’ll hurt yourself,” Tim’s exclamation had him nearly topple over, unable to hold back a small yelp as he shifted suddenly. Tim had only been gone a few minutes, but honestly he knew better than to leave Jon alone in this headspace, he always managed to get himself into trouble. Tim wrapped his arms around Jon’s waist lifting him gently away from it, settling Jon in his lap. Jon whined in complaint, reaching out but Tim took his hand lacing their fingers together.

“Silly boy, taking more than you can, you’re just a little thing.” Jon blushed, sticking his lower lip out in an exaggerated pout, turning his head away. The affectation may have been more convincing if Jon had also stopped clutching his hand. Tim chuckled his free hand squeezing one of his hips, which had Jon yelping, and glaring at Tim now.

“Grumpy boy, I’m sorry for not letting you push yourself,” Jon scrunched his face up as Jon kissed his nose, protesting as that just lead to an assault of kisses. Jon tried to fend Tim off, only to be wrestled onto his back, with very little effort on Tim’s part. Tim continued to kiss him as his hands roamed over his body, swallowing the tiny gasps he made as Tim fondled his chest.

“My sweet baby, so sweet for me,” Jon gasped as Tim’s hand slid between his legs, two fingers pressing into him while his palm rubbed against him. Jon squirmed as the sensations built, letting out soft gasps, each one accompanied by a soft chuckle from Tim. Jon couldn’t think much, and trying to get free was clearly futile, trying to wiggle free just had Tim redoubling his efforts.

“Don’t worry, your big brother will make you feel good in a way you can handle.” Jon keened as the waves of pleasure finally broke over him, his body going limp briefly. Not that Tim stopped, his fingers still pressing deep into Jon, who couldn’t stop letting out soft gasps as he tipped into overstimulation.

“Please,” Jon whimpered, it was too much, he didn’t know whether he was asking Tim to stop, or keep going. Tim clearly took it as the latter, redoubling his efforts till Jon was coming again, his back arching as he trembled. He collapsed back against the bed, practically a puddle as Tim lay beside him pulling him close.

“See you just have to let your brother handle things sweet boy.” Jon whined softly hiding his face, maybe being little wasn’t so bad if Tim held him like this.