[ quentin can't stop the movement of his hips if he tried, unable to resist the hot slick of koby's weeping cunt, the way it clamps down around him, the way every movement brings more more more from the man in his lap. he moans, hips working, one hand still on koby's ass, the other reaching up to hook against his neck and drag him in close for a sloppy, wanton kiss.
koby comes undone around him and the sound that leaves quentin's throat is near feral against the man's mouth, licking against his chin, his lips, to the roof of his mouth like koby is withholding some sweet nectar he must taste. the little bites of nails in his sholder, the way his hair pulls, everything about the way koby handles him lacking the sweetness but full of desperation. it makes his blood sing hot, his hips making water slosh messily around them as his pace speeds up, feeling desperately squeezed and milked and sucked dry by the way koby moves over him.
he has enough sense - only just - to lean forward, mouth latching against a collar bone, sucking against the skin and blooming a red mark there. ]
I need to - [ soft, panted, desperate, little low moans tumbling from his hips with every motion of his hips. ] You want it? Inside? [ where? their future will hold so many options - along the line of his stomach, over the sweet scars on his chest, his face, those pouty lips - anywhere, anywhere, anywhere. ]
Koby. [ the urgency to answer him, to allow him relief in return. ]
no subject
koby comes undone around him and the sound that leaves quentin's throat is near feral against the man's mouth, licking against his chin, his lips, to the roof of his mouth like koby is withholding some sweet nectar he must taste. the little bites of nails in his sholder, the way his hair pulls, everything about the way koby handles him lacking the sweetness but full of desperation. it makes his blood sing hot, his hips making water slosh messily around them as his pace speeds up, feeling desperately squeezed and milked and sucked dry by the way koby moves over him.
he has enough sense - only just - to lean forward, mouth latching against a collar bone, sucking against the skin and blooming a red mark there. ]
I need to - [ soft, panted, desperate, little low moans tumbling from his hips with every motion of his hips. ] You want it? Inside? [ where? their future will hold so many options - along the line of his stomach, over the sweet scars on his chest, his face, those pouty lips - anywhere, anywhere, anywhere. ]
Koby. [ the urgency to answer him, to allow him relief in return. ]