[ Tim's unsure if it's because of the bath or the gorgeous man fucking his fingers into him like two hot rods, but the heat is almost too much for him. It makes him feel like he's dizzy, but he can see Quentin in full focus. The bounce of his wet hair, the soft swell of his lips where he's been sucking and nibbling on them, the flex of his arms as he steadies Tim, holds him in place while he stretches him out. It's got to be Quentin. How is it that he knows just how to handle him, less than an hour after they've met?
He doesn't know, but he'll be thinking about it for a while.
Tim whines, loud and sinfully indulgent, when his fingers pull out, missing the feeling of fullness immediately. He's blessed that it doesn't take very long until he feels the stiff tip of his cock pressed to him, eager for entrance that he's all too willing to provide, exhaling a long breath, relaxing his body, and taking him in, groaning with the agonizingly slow push. ]
You're good.
[ Not argumentative, despite the emphasis. It just feels important that Quentin know. Tim's arms wrap tighter around him, closer, so he can bury his face in his hair, and pant against the shell of his ear. ]
You feel--ahh! [ Interrupted by a gasp, as his cock pushes in deeper and brushes against his prostate. Now that he's seated, Tim starts moving again, rocking his hips down on him slowly, testing a rhythm. ] So damn good.
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He doesn't know, but he'll be thinking about it for a while.
Tim whines, loud and sinfully indulgent, when his fingers pull out, missing the feeling of fullness immediately. He's blessed that it doesn't take very long until he feels the stiff tip of his cock pressed to him, eager for entrance that he's all too willing to provide, exhaling a long breath, relaxing his body, and taking him in, groaning with the agonizingly slow push. ]
You're good.
[ Not argumentative, despite the emphasis. It just feels important that Quentin know. Tim's arms wrap tighter around him, closer, so he can bury his face in his hair, and pant against the shell of his ear. ]
You feel--ahh! [ Interrupted by a gasp, as his cock pushes in deeper and brushes against his prostate. Now that he's seated, Tim starts moving again, rocking his hips down on him slowly, testing a rhythm. ] So damn good.