I am willing, [ Matt sighs, heavy. ] And I'm desperate ...
[ Quentin's hand slides up his body, all the way up to his throat. As before, in the baths, the touch sends a pulse of want through him, palpable in the stutter of Matt's breath. The stutter of his hips. He breathes out unsteadily as his lashes flutter, dip. ]
Please. [ Caressing Quentin's back. Matt's fingers skim up his spine and back down again, kneading idly into his muscles. ] Let me take my shorts off for you. And stand me in front of the mirror. I wanna see how much I like it when you touch me.
[ His mind is skittering ahead a little bit, to the lube he keeps in his nightstand drawer (and okay, also in his desk drawer, and in the bathroom). It'd be nice to just whisk the drawer open with his mind and levitate it over, but--another time, maybe. ]
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[ Quentin's hand slides up his body, all the way up to his throat. As before, in the baths, the touch sends a pulse of want through him, palpable in the stutter of Matt's breath. The stutter of his hips. He breathes out unsteadily as his lashes flutter, dip. ]
Please. [ Caressing Quentin's back. Matt's fingers skim up his spine and back down again, kneading idly into his muscles. ] Let me take my shorts off for you. And stand me in front of the mirror. I wanna see how much I like it when you touch me.
[ His mind is skittering ahead a little bit, to the lube he keeps in his nightstand drawer (and okay, also in his desk drawer, and in the bathroom). It'd be nice to just whisk the drawer open with his mind and levitate it over, but--another time, maybe. ]