[ Quentin sheathes himself, heft of him slick and hot and sudden as he fucks in, and Matt cries out in gratitude. His legs buckle, as if every force in the world, from his muscles to gravity itself, want nothing more than to see him sink onto Quentin's cock. ]
Quentin--God--
[ He watches his lips part wantonly in the mirror, watches his cock give an obscene bounce. Quentin's fingers curl around his erection, and Matt whimpers, feeling how his slick wets the man's hand. Feels Quentin's arm wrapped firmly around him. He's so close to his own orgasm he can't help but chase it, can't help writhing for more friction on Quentin's dick. He feels absolutely insane with want. Every glimpse of Quentin in the mirror just makes his heart hammer harder in his chest, sends arousal pulsing through him. ]
Fill me up, [ he breathes, the ragged end of a moan. He turns his head back towards Quentin, arching artlessly for a kiss that he only half-cares if he gets. Quentin gives a hard thrust into him, making him mewl. ] Make me come, I wanna come for you.
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Quentin--God--
[ He watches his lips part wantonly in the mirror, watches his cock give an obscene bounce. Quentin's fingers curl around his erection, and Matt whimpers, feeling how his slick wets the man's hand. Feels Quentin's arm wrapped firmly around him. He's so close to his own orgasm he can't help but chase it, can't help writhing for more friction on Quentin's dick. He feels absolutely insane with want. Every glimpse of Quentin in the mirror just makes his heart hammer harder in his chest, sends arousal pulsing through him. ]
Fill me up, [ he breathes, the ragged end of a moan. He turns his head back towards Quentin, arching artlessly for a kiss that he only half-cares if he gets. Quentin gives a hard thrust into him, making him mewl. ] Make me come, I wanna come for you.