[ matt moves beautiful, commands his body in a way that quentin cannot help but feel drawn to. he'd seen it even in the baths, and it's no different here, before the mirror, with the man's body flush to his. the shift of matt's hips earns him a low, laughing moan and quentin licks a stripe along his neck, to his earlobe. ]
Good.
[ praise, even a little, and the hand on matt's abdomen slides, nails dragging against the skin until he reaches his hip, gripping and waiting almost like in a stalemate, against the pretty, flushed cock. his other hand finds matt's throat, giving a tempting little squeeze - nothing to cut his airflow off - just a tease. ]
Do you want me to touch you? [ he grinds his hips forward into the little roll of matt's, creating friction that does wonder to send white-hot blood to his burgeoning hard-on. ]
Because I want to touch you.
[ he kisses his ear again, and the hand on matt's hip reaches to lazily circle matt's cock, giving one stroke, before fluttering away to feel the expanse of skin over his other hip. ]
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Good.
[ praise, even a little, and the hand on matt's abdomen slides, nails dragging against the skin until he reaches his hip, gripping and waiting almost like in a stalemate, against the pretty, flushed cock. his other hand finds matt's throat, giving a tempting little squeeze - nothing to cut his airflow off - just a tease. ]
Do you want me to touch you? [ he grinds his hips forward into the little roll of matt's, creating friction that does wonder to send white-hot blood to his burgeoning hard-on. ]
Because I want to touch you.
[ he kisses his ear again, and the hand on matt's hip reaches to lazily circle matt's cock, giving one stroke, before fluttering away to feel the expanse of skin over his other hip. ]