[ As Quentin speaks, Matt's smile begins to fade into thoughtfulness. Like the words are song lyrics he used to love, or a vision shimmering in the depths of a crystal ball. He doesn't move, but his eyes focus on Quentin's hands below the surface of the water.
... Well, gosh. Now he's feeling restless. Matt rubs a hand up the side of his neck, passing over the collar on the way from the join of neck and shoulder to his ear. Laughs on the exhale. ]
Just when you were getting to the good part.
[ Did Quentin mean breathplay? Deep-throating? Either is a solid yes on Matt's part. He slumps down in the water, pretty sure he's being teased but not mad about it. The only trouble is trying to reroute his brain to something that isn't sex. ]
Have I seen you around here before? Or, um. At breakfast?
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... Well, gosh. Now he's feeling restless. Matt rubs a hand up the side of his neck, passing over the collar on the way from the join of neck and shoulder to his ear. Laughs on the exhale. ]
Just when you were getting to the good part.
[ Did Quentin mean breathplay? Deep-throating? Either is a solid yes on Matt's part. He slumps down in the water, pretty sure he's being teased but not mad about it. The only trouble is trying to reroute his brain to something that isn't sex. ]
Have I seen you around here before? Or, um. At breakfast?