[ quentin stays with his face buried between koby's thighs as he climaxes, still tonguing deep during, feeling the way his whole body moves and clenches around him from all angles. he doesn't care that his nose, chin, cheeks are all damp with the very taste of the other man, at least until he feels those fingers nudge him away.
he comes up on a groan, licking his lips and looking up at the other with a sort of wanton haziness. he turns his face against koby's thigh, kissing it, laughing under a moan before he speaks. ]
You are remarkable, do you know that?
[ but there are the tugs, the needy little words, the way his fingers spread open the weeping lips of his cunt and quentin is sure he sees red. there's no denying koby he realizes, no turning back at the little demands, the little whines. he huffs a little, shifting to free his hands from around his hips and start up his body, letting his mouth trace a sticky-wet trail, his body staying flush so that even his chest, abdomen, all of it applies pressure to the sweet spot between koby's thighs.
there's no thinking straight as he shifts his hips, letting the hard tip of his cock slide right into that waiting, fluttering entrance. the same velvety, intense heat he'd enjoyed before but he merely grinds his hips against him, nudging his entrance as he dips down to kiss koby hard, desperate, sharing the taste of him between them. he slides his hands along the man's body, capturing his hands (yes, even tugging away the one opening him up so sweetly for him) and presses them into the bed over his head, palm to palm, linking fingers.
he can't wait anymore, hips jutting forward then, pressing without hesitation into the slick heat, the intensity and his own wired-tight arousal enough to make him groan against koby's mouth. ]
You feel - shit - [ his breath hitches with his first thrust, his face twisting, flushing, hips moving urgently, fucking into koby and chasing the high of his own climax. ]
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he comes up on a groan, licking his lips and looking up at the other with a sort of wanton haziness. he turns his face against koby's thigh, kissing it, laughing under a moan before he speaks. ]
You are remarkable, do you know that?
[ but there are the tugs, the needy little words, the way his fingers spread open the weeping lips of his cunt and quentin is sure he sees red. there's no denying koby he realizes, no turning back at the little demands, the little whines. he huffs a little, shifting to free his hands from around his hips and start up his body, letting his mouth trace a sticky-wet trail, his body staying flush so that even his chest, abdomen, all of it applies pressure to the sweet spot between koby's thighs.
there's no thinking straight as he shifts his hips, letting the hard tip of his cock slide right into that waiting, fluttering entrance. the same velvety, intense heat he'd enjoyed before but he merely grinds his hips against him, nudging his entrance as he dips down to kiss koby hard, desperate, sharing the taste of him between them. he slides his hands along the man's body, capturing his hands (yes, even tugging away the one opening him up so sweetly for him) and presses them into the bed over his head, palm to palm, linking fingers.
he can't wait anymore, hips jutting forward then, pressing without hesitation into the slick heat, the intensity and his own wired-tight arousal enough to make him groan against koby's mouth. ]
You feel - shit - [ his breath hitches with his first thrust, his face twisting, flushing, hips moving urgently, fucking into koby and chasing the high of his own climax. ]