[ oh how matt beautifully bends to his whims, complying to every request in a way that makes quentin's blood sing with heat. matt looks lovely in the mirror, angled to see the smooth skin of his flank, the delicate bend of his knee, and the knuckles of long fingers on the back of the chair. ]
Good.
[ he smooths a hand down his side, to his hip and the other of course does the job of lining himself up in time with the needy rub. he laughs, low and warm in the back of his throat, and it's slowly that the head of his cock nudges against matt's worked hole. he groans lowly as his hips shift forward, slowly, slowly, fitting himself into the snug, slick heat of the other man's body.
he feels all the heat to take up the space quickly, but he tempers his own need, decides instead to watch matt's face in the mirror at the stretch. when he's fully seated, bottoming out and flush against his back, quentin leans to press his mouth against matt's nape. ]
Think you need to touch yourself, little bird? [ his voice goes a little breathy and he punctuates it with a grind of his hips. ]
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Good.
[ he smooths a hand down his side, to his hip and the other of course does the job of lining himself up in time with the needy rub. he laughs, low and warm in the back of his throat, and it's slowly that the head of his cock nudges against matt's worked hole. he groans lowly as his hips shift forward, slowly, slowly, fitting himself into the snug, slick heat of the other man's body.
he feels all the heat to take up the space quickly, but he tempers his own need, decides instead to watch matt's face in the mirror at the stretch. when he's fully seated, bottoming out and flush against his back, quentin leans to press his mouth against matt's nape. ]
Think you need to touch yourself, little bird? [ his voice goes a little breathy and he punctuates it with a grind of his hips. ]