Mmm. [ For that rub of Quentin's hips, the kiss smudged to the corner of his mouth. When Quentin pulls back, Matt's lips remain softly parted. ] I wanted to hear you say it. [ With his mouth curling into a smile, he adds, ] I like how you talk to me.
[ At that second squeeze to his throat, Matt's lashes dip abruptly. He makes a faint sound, hm, the thrum of it tangible under Quentin's hand. And Matt's fingers slip from Quentin's hip to curl obediently around his own erection, the first touch making him sigh heavily. ]
Ah--yeah. That sounds good. [ Matt sounds a little distracted--and in the mirror, he looks it. ] You can sit, if you want. On the edge of the bed. Lube's in the drawer.
[ His free hand gestures vaguely, encompassing the bed behind them and the nightstand next to it. The wardrobe with its mirror are at right angles to both, meaning Quentin could, in fact, sit with Matt in his lap and still have an excellent view of the proceedings. They could be almost anywhere on the bed and still have a good view, actually. ]
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[ At that second squeeze to his throat, Matt's lashes dip abruptly. He makes a faint sound, hm, the thrum of it tangible under Quentin's hand. And Matt's fingers slip from Quentin's hip to curl obediently around his own erection, the first touch making him sigh heavily. ]
Ah--yeah. That sounds good. [ Matt sounds a little distracted--and in the mirror, he looks it. ] You can sit, if you want. On the edge of the bed. Lube's in the drawer.
[ His free hand gestures vaguely, encompassing the bed behind them and the nightstand next to it. The wardrobe with its mirror are at right angles to both, meaning Quentin could, in fact, sit with Matt in his lap and still have an excellent view of the proceedings. They could be almost anywhere on the bed and still have a good view, actually. ]