[ in quentin's world, there is no such thing as a bad host - not to him. there is only those who are interesting and those who are not, so when they slip into the bedroom he'd felt had been matt's all along, he's delighted to find he's met with a kiss, stumbling back a little, the door closing noisily behind them as he settles his weight there.
he laughs behind the kiss, arms reaching for the other man and pulling him flush to his body. the shorts are inconvenient, but wet - leave very little to the imagination as he slides his hands down to the man's ass and grips hard, dragging their hips together so that when he raises his own, it creates a delicious grind between fabric. ]
You have a very lovely home. [ playful, murmured into a searing kiss as he surges forward, with every intent to change their position, to have matt pressed up against the door, under the weight of his body. ]
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he laughs behind the kiss, arms reaching for the other man and pulling him flush to his body. the shorts are inconvenient, but wet - leave very little to the imagination as he slides his hands down to the man's ass and grips hard, dragging their hips together so that when he raises his own, it creates a delicious grind between fabric. ]
You have a very lovely home. [ playful, murmured into a searing kiss as he surges forward, with every intent to change their position, to have matt pressed up against the door, under the weight of his body. ]