[ quentin laughs, airy and out of breath, his thrusts slowing until he's pressed deep and seated in the warmth of him. it's intoxicating, and he leans over the man's back to kiss his unbitten shoulder. he thinks about picking matt up, scooping him into the bed and devouring him until they're both falling apart.
instead, he slowly, slowly, slowly, pulls out, his cock shocked by the cold and aching for him in a way that's nearly painful. but he smoothes his hand out of matt's hair, along his back, his flank, down to the strained lines of his thighs, gently urging him to stand, the other hand out to help for balance. ]
I've got you, little bird. [ he says softly, taking up matt's hand and guiding him back toward the bed. it's convenient that from the headboard he can see his reflection, so he climbs atop the bed and sits back, gesturing for him to join him. ] I'll do all the work, you just sit and enjoy yourself. Face the mirror - watch yourself as you fall apart.
[ he cannot help but reach of his weeping prick, reaching for the little tube of lube left on the table and slicking himself again on a throaty moan, warming himself up for matt. ]
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[ quentin laughs, airy and out of breath, his thrusts slowing until he's pressed deep and seated in the warmth of him. it's intoxicating, and he leans over the man's back to kiss his unbitten shoulder. he thinks about picking matt up, scooping him into the bed and devouring him until they're both falling apart.
instead, he slowly, slowly, slowly, pulls out, his cock shocked by the cold and aching for him in a way that's nearly painful. but he smoothes his hand out of matt's hair, along his back, his flank, down to the strained lines of his thighs, gently urging him to stand, the other hand out to help for balance. ]
I've got you, little bird. [ he says softly, taking up matt's hand and guiding him back toward the bed. it's convenient that from the headboard he can see his reflection, so he climbs atop the bed and sits back, gesturing for him to join him. ] I'll do all the work, you just sit and enjoy yourself. Face the mirror - watch yourself as you fall apart.
[ he cannot help but reach of his weeping prick, reaching for the little tube of lube left on the table and slicking himself again on a throaty moan, warming himself up for matt. ]