[ quentin hums low and throaty, pleased by the quick acquiescence, the way matt bends so easily to his requests. the way his lashes flutter dark against his cheeks reminding him of the dark, elegant birds that stream overhead near shore; the stuttering breaths like saltspray on the dock - he's a sight to behold, like the roiling of a sea on a beautiful, hot summer day.
the fingers along his spine help, the way fingertips work into taut muscles and he laughs, low and rich. ]
By all means - take your shorts off, little bird. Let me see you.
[ he pulls away altogether, relieving all the pressure and stepping back so that it's matt who can see quentin's backside in the mirror as he waits, watches. he waits only so long for the wet fabric to hit the ground before he circles matt, prowling as he comes up behind him, bringing their bodies flush, the hardening line of his cock pressed to the cleft of his ass, and his callused palms sliding up his front - one staying low on his stomach, the other? up, up, up to his throat. and then, the murmured praise against his ear: ]
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the fingers along his spine help, the way fingertips work into taut muscles and he laughs, low and rich. ]
By all means - take your shorts off, little bird. Let me see you.
[ he pulls away altogether, relieving all the pressure and stepping back so that it's matt who can see quentin's backside in the mirror as he waits, watches. he waits only so long for the wet fabric to hit the ground before he circles matt, prowling as he comes up behind him, bringing their bodies flush, the hardening line of his cock pressed to the cleft of his ass, and his callused palms sliding up his front - one staying low on his stomach, the other? up, up, up to his throat. and then, the murmured praise against his ear: ]
Good.