[ The stone feels good at his back, warmed by the pool and smooth enough not to scratch, but textured enough not to slide around on it. It keeps Tim steady as he trembles from hot, heady want, the anticipation running through him at being boxed in against the wall is almost more than he can bear without up and begging for it. ]
I won't. Don't stop.
[ This is about the time he’s used to getting a hand clasped over his mouth, because as pretty as those little noises are, it’s usually not safe to be making too much noise. So many precautions, to make sure the neighbors don’t hear. A hand over his mouth, or a makeshift gag if they’re feeling spicy. A radio to drown it out. A new mattress that doesn’t squeak. A blanket wrapped around the headboard to muffle the sound it makes when it taps against the wall, or better, pull the bed out entirely. So much planning and effort to avoid the very thing that Quentin is asking for now, with nothing to drown it out but the sloshing around of the other patrons that have already escaped Tim’s mind. There may actually be an echo in here, but he doesn’t hear it, too wound up in the man holding him up by his ass. ]
Yes. [ With a hitch in his breath, as he writhes against him, thighs and calves flexing and pulling at him, chasing more. ] Please.
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I won't. Don't stop.
[ This is about the time he’s used to getting a hand clasped over his mouth, because as pretty as those little noises are, it’s usually not safe to be making too much noise. So many precautions, to make sure the neighbors don’t hear. A hand over his mouth, or a makeshift gag if they’re feeling spicy. A radio to drown it out. A new mattress that doesn’t squeak. A blanket wrapped around the headboard to muffle the sound it makes when it taps against the wall, or better, pull the bed out entirely. So much planning and effort to avoid the very thing that Quentin is asking for now, with nothing to drown it out but the sloshing around of the other patrons that have already escaped Tim’s mind. There may actually be an echo in here, but he doesn’t hear it, too wound up in the man holding him up by his ass. ]
Yes. [ With a hitch in his breath, as he writhes against him, thighs and calves flexing and pulling at him, chasing more. ] Please.