[ I don't usually have sex with strangers at all, is what he would have said, if he weren't picked up just then, cutting him off with a gasp. Not with surprise, since he's asked for it, but the pleasant, safe sensation of his fingers pressing into the meat of his thighs. Tim laughs from deep in his chest, rich and surprising even to himself, in how un-self-conscious he sounds, how light and excited. How many moments has he had in the last few weeks that were truly worry free? Even the blurry shapes of other bodies on the far ends of the pool don't concern him. The hard muscle of Quentin's body shields him.
His legs hook easily around his waist, the water and the arm slung around his companion's neck helping him stay buoyant. Tim's thighs flex and squeeze around him, pulling him closer so he can seek the lewd slide of both their cocks together, the satisfaction of no longer being trapped inside his shorts, and feeling him, knowing he's hard for him. His free hand keeps on playing with his nipple, as Quentin presses him into another kiss, needier than before. The sound he made went straight to his cock, started the anticipatory leaking right into the pool. More. ]
Yeah. [ Licking into his mouth, thumbing the shell of Quentin's ear in gentle strokes. At least, it starts gentle, until a turn of the other's hips makes him gasp and grab the side of his head harder, hand clenching against his scalp with a scratch. ] Keep going.
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[ I don't usually have sex with strangers at all, is what he would have said, if he weren't picked up just then, cutting him off with a gasp. Not with surprise, since he's asked for it, but the pleasant, safe sensation of his fingers pressing into the meat of his thighs. Tim laughs from deep in his chest, rich and surprising even to himself, in how un-self-conscious he sounds, how light and excited. How many moments has he had in the last few weeks that were truly worry free? Even the blurry shapes of other bodies on the far ends of the pool don't concern him. The hard muscle of Quentin's body shields him.
His legs hook easily around his waist, the water and the arm slung around his companion's neck helping him stay buoyant. Tim's thighs flex and squeeze around him, pulling him closer so he can seek the lewd slide of both their cocks together, the satisfaction of no longer being trapped inside his shorts, and feeling him, knowing he's hard for him. His free hand keeps on playing with his nipple, as Quentin presses him into another kiss, needier than before. The sound he made went straight to his cock, started the anticipatory leaking right into the pool. More. ]
Yeah. [ Licking into his mouth, thumbing the shell of Quentin's ear in gentle strokes. At least, it starts gentle, until a turn of the other's hips makes him gasp and grab the side of his head harder, hand clenching against his scalp with a scratch. ] Keep going.