I do like it, [ Matt confirms on a contented chuckle. He's looking at himself, but crucially, he's looking at himself with Quentin. The way Quentin's gestures and expression change in response to how Matt moves against him; how Quentin looks when his lips press to Matt's shoulder and his nose brushes Matt's ear. Matt watches Quentin's hand move over his stomach, the callused palm holding him securely in place, and he sighs.
Every shift he makes brings him closer to some part of Quentin, which is lovely both physically and mentally. Like they're a bouquet made of warm, moving blossoms. ]
We've gotta do this again, [ he agrees, a murmur. ] We look too good together not to.
[ For now, however, he's happy to bask in the well-deserved afterglow. ]
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Every shift he makes brings him closer to some part of Quentin, which is lovely both physically and mentally. Like they're a bouquet made of warm, moving blossoms. ]
We've gotta do this again, [ he agrees, a murmur. ] We look too good together not to.
[ For now, however, he's happy to bask in the well-deserved afterglow. ]