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longitudinal) wrote2024-07-06 09:29 pm
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Was hoping you'd say something like that.
But a cold shower - tsk. Should I come warm you up again this evening?
But a cold shower - tsk. Should I come warm you up again this evening?
You should. I think I got too used to staying warm with you and Koby, it's been cold.
It's been a while since I've been on that end of things. But I'd reacquaint myself, if you like that.
It's been a while since I've been on that end of things. But I'd reacquaint myself, if you like that.
Edited 2024-09-29 06:16 (UTC)
Th-thank you.
[ He stutters out as he shivers under Quentin's attention, body still tense in anticipation of the last three slaps. Maybe seventeen is more than enough, but he was promised twenty, made to prepare for twenty, to want for twenty. When he proves himself strong enough to get there, he can be absolved, set off to do better, to be better - unless Quentin decides he needs more. But less? It feels incomplete, makes him squirm and whine with impatience to just get it over with so that he can give in to the pleasure of his hands, the hair prickling against him, the breath against his hole coaxing him to open up-- ]
Oh--! God...
[ Maybe that's part of the punishment. The hope of relief without actually getting it, a lesson in patience. A test that he's failing despite Quentin's praise, pushing his ass back into his hands and the ache of their firm press, into his tongue that's hot and wet enough to make him tremble in his want for more, but not thick enough to fill him properly. ]
I'll be good. I'll be good. I'll be good.
[ He stutters out as he shivers under Quentin's attention, body still tense in anticipation of the last three slaps. Maybe seventeen is more than enough, but he was promised twenty, made to prepare for twenty, to want for twenty. When he proves himself strong enough to get there, he can be absolved, set off to do better, to be better - unless Quentin decides he needs more. But less? It feels incomplete, makes him squirm and whine with impatience to just get it over with so that he can give in to the pleasure of his hands, the hair prickling against him, the breath against his hole coaxing him to open up-- ]
Oh--! God...
[ Maybe that's part of the punishment. The hope of relief without actually getting it, a lesson in patience. A test that he's failing despite Quentin's praise, pushing his ass back into his hands and the ache of their firm press, into his tongue that's hot and wet enough to make him tremble in his want for more, but not thick enough to fill him properly. ]
I'll be good. I'll be good. I'll be good.
Consider it a formal agreement then - leave your door unlocked for me.
I will take anything you wish to give, sweets. Experiment all you like - I'm an open book.
I will take anything you wish to give, sweets. Experiment all you like - I'm an open book.
[ quentin doesn't stop him from from moving, allowing tim to fuck back on his tongue, his face. it's endearing but it's also wildly attractive - the needy little sounds he makes going right to his own dick. he's achingly hard, driven by tim's obedience and the heady feeling of power like this.
he moves his head in time with tim's little pushes so that his tongue goes as deep as it can, letting it curl and lap at the soft, hot velvet walls of his ass. he hums low in his throat, adding vibrations to every little press and push of his tongue, and at the same time? lands another smack against tim's ass, more toward his flank this time. he'll get his remaining three, but tim has to learn to wait.
another groan against tim's needy hole, the fingers of his other hand digging into the meat of his ass, nails leaving little half moons in the tender skin before he comes up for air. ]
You're being so good. I'm proud of you - handling this so well. You look so good like this - spread out for me, ass as sweet as an apple on a summer day. You want more? Tell me what you want.
he moves his head in time with tim's little pushes so that his tongue goes as deep as it can, letting it curl and lap at the soft, hot velvet walls of his ass. he hums low in his throat, adding vibrations to every little press and push of his tongue, and at the same time? lands another smack against tim's ass, more toward his flank this time. he'll get his remaining three, but tim has to learn to wait.
another groan against tim's needy hole, the fingers of his other hand digging into the meat of his ass, nails leaving little half moons in the tender skin before he comes up for air. ]
You're being so good. I'm proud of you - handling this so well. You look so good like this - spread out for me, ass as sweet as an apple on a summer day. You want more? Tell me what you want.
You're gonna surprise me in the middle of the night?
As you've been so eager to remind me. But what you want is important too, you know.
As you've been so eager to remind me. But what you want is important too, you know.
I'd like to - it could be a little fun to make you wait and wonder. I know you'll do a good job.
Well, if you so wish to make use of skills you haven't in some time, it would be quite nice to make a new memory with the experience.
[ the last person who was intimate with him in that way? well. he's sure tim can guess. ]
Well, if you so wish to make use of skills you haven't in some time, it would be quite nice to make a new memory with the experience.
[ the last person who was intimate with him in that way? well. he's sure tim can guess. ]
Monstrous as usual. 👾👾
[ He would have assumed Koby, actually, given his talk with him about harnesses and fake appendages, but the specific way Quentin’s message is worded makes him reconsider. It makes him take this whole idea much more seriously than just fun, flirty texting, too. If Tim could actually help him, if he could do something to overwrite those painful memories with softer, sweeter ones, he wants to. ]
It would be. We can take it nice and slow. All night, if you can handle that.
[ He would have assumed Koby, actually, given his talk with him about harnesses and fake appendages, but the specific way Quentin’s message is worded makes him reconsider. It makes him take this whole idea much more seriously than just fun, flirty texting, too. If Tim could actually help him, if he could do something to overwrite those painful memories with softer, sweeter ones, he wants to. ]
It would be. We can take it nice and slow. All night, if you can handle that.
I try my best to stand up to the title you've given me.
But slow, fast - that is all up to you isn't it? But all night - I can handle it. I'd like to.
But slow, fast - that is all up to you isn't it? But all night - I can handle it. I'd like to.
It's up to you, too. It's only all up to me if you say you want it to be.
[ Knowing what he knows now about his relationship with the regent, it feels important to make that clear. Tim might feel more comfortable letting someone make every decision for him, but he doesn't assume that'll be the case for anyone else. ]
[ Knowing what he knows now about his relationship with the regent, it feels important to make that clear. Tim might feel more comfortable letting someone make every decision for him, but he doesn't assume that'll be the case for anyone else. ]
And what if I want it to be? All of it up to you?
[ he hasn't experienced that with someone he trusts fully - not like he trusts him. ]
I think I would enjoy that.
[ he hasn't experienced that with someone he trusts fully - not like he trusts him. ]
I think I would enjoy that.
If that's what you want, I can give you that. Just don't expect a bunch of spanking.
Not the first time, anyway 😇
Not the first time, anyway 😇
I will go in with an open mind, open thighs, and let you lead the way, sweet man. 😇
Understood.
[ q spends the rest of his day out in the lake swimming beneath the burning sun of the afternoon. it's an easy place to clear his mind, to burn energy, to let his body do the work and his mind rest. he showers, towel dries his hair, and it's nearly 6:30 when tim will get a little knock at his door. and very much like quentin, he doesn't wait for the answer, merely cracks open the door to peek in. ]
Couple minutes early, sweets. Unless you'd rather me wait.
[ he's dressed simply, a pair of slim, gray jeans and a tight-fitting tee with a v-neck in a deep teal. ]
Whatever you wish.
[ q spends the rest of his day out in the lake swimming beneath the burning sun of the afternoon. it's an easy place to clear his mind, to burn energy, to let his body do the work and his mind rest. he showers, towel dries his hair, and it's nearly 6:30 when tim will get a little knock at his door. and very much like quentin, he doesn't wait for the answer, merely cracks open the door to peek in. ]
Couple minutes early, sweets. Unless you'd rather me wait.
[ he's dressed simply, a pair of slim, gray jeans and a tight-fitting tee with a v-neck in a deep teal. ]
Whatever you wish.
You're staying with me.
There's no question. Pack whatever you want. I'll be over to help you soon.
There's no question. Pack whatever you want. I'll be over to help you soon.
Okay. Okay.
I don't know where to start
I don't
[There's a long pause, like he's frozen, like he's swimming in circles in the dark and getting more and more exhausted. Six people dead -- seven, though Embry's death being a day before feels odd, off. One near death.
Finally:] I don't know what to do.
I don't know where to start
I don't
[There's a long pause, like he's frozen, like he's swimming in circles in the dark and getting more and more exhausted. Six people dead -- seven, though Embry's death being a day before feels odd, off. One near death.
Finally:] I don't know what to do.
You just keep to yourself and keep safe.
[ he's already heading back up to the manor, though - panicked and worried and fiercely protective. ]
Pack some clothes, your notes, anything important. I'm on my way to you.
[ he's already heading back up to the manor, though - panicked and worried and fiercely protective. ]
Pack some clothes, your notes, anything important. I'm on my way to you.
Right.
[Right. Stop standing in the middle of the room spiraling. It gives Koby something to focus on, grabbing his notes, his clothes, his charts and maps. This is why he'd done all this, right? So he can't freeze. He can't spiral.
He keeps looking out the window, his breath too quick, too tight, like he can't fully inhale or exhale unless Quentin's there. Unless Koby can see he's okay.]
Be careful.
[Right. Stop standing in the middle of the room spiraling. It gives Koby something to focus on, grabbing his notes, his clothes, his charts and maps. This is why he'd done all this, right? So he can't freeze. He can't spiral.
He keeps looking out the window, his breath too quick, too tight, like he can't fully inhale or exhale unless Quentin's there. Unless Koby can see he's okay.]
Be careful.
[Once the door is locked and the phones are turned off and Koby's cried and cried and made himself sick from crying and he's tucked up with his face in the crook of Quentin's neck and he can finally breathe easily again:] Hey. I gotta tell you something.
[A beat, playing with the ragged threads of Quentin’s sweatshirt collar.] I know you don't need it, but -- thank you. For staying with me all day. Even when I was a mess.
[A beat, playing with the ragged threads of Quentin’s sweatshirt collar.] I know you don't need it, but -- thank you. For staying with me all day. Even when I was a mess.
[ quentin can't help the way his blood churns - the way this has made him more angry than he's felt in a long time. but he puts it aside, shoves it all down and wraps himself around koby. it's all he can do but pet his hair, wrap up in him, nuzzle against his neck and breathe him in. ]
You never need to thank me for that. We were with one another. We're both messes. You're allowed to be that - we all are.
You never need to thank me for that. We were with one another. We're both messes. You're allowed to be that - we all are.
[Somewhere beneath the exhaustion and fear and grief, Koby has a sharp blaze of pride in Quentin, in his ferocity, in his bold defense of Paul's sister, a girl who -- may be guilty, yes, but it didn't matter, at it's heart. The cards had been on the table, laid out for all to see, and they'd known it. Quentin hadn't voted to turn the tide one way or another, he'd done it to throw Alia a rope, to tell her I see you, I'm not afraid of you, you aren't alone.
Koby knows exactly what that feels like. How it changes everything. How there is before that warmth, that light and after. It's why he hadn't changed his vote, because Nami had needed that, in front of everyone, someone to stand beside her.
But he's scared. He's so scared it's metallic in his mouth, a sharp tang like blood, sickeningly familiar. It's the fear of what could happen next, the unknown, never knowing where the blow was coming from, where the mace would swing next. The fear of waiting. And it's the fear that it'll wrench this, wrench him away, somehow.]
I thought -- somehow it'd be easier. Enacting justice. That I'd just know who was guilty, like that, and it wouldn't cause any pain or. [A huff, a shake of his head, snuggling closer to Quentin's side, memorizing the way he feels, smells, even though he doesn't plan to be far from him in the coming days. If he goes to the library, Quentin's coming with him. If he remembers how to be hungry, they'll go eat together. Until this is over and -- well. They'll see when it's over.
Looking up, Koby offers a weary, wobbly smile.] You aren't a mess. You're wonderful. You're wonderful and I love you.
Koby knows exactly what that feels like. How it changes everything. How there is before that warmth, that light and after. It's why he hadn't changed his vote, because Nami had needed that, in front of everyone, someone to stand beside her.
But he's scared. He's so scared it's metallic in his mouth, a sharp tang like blood, sickeningly familiar. It's the fear of what could happen next, the unknown, never knowing where the blow was coming from, where the mace would swing next. The fear of waiting. And it's the fear that it'll wrench this, wrench him away, somehow.]
I thought -- somehow it'd be easier. Enacting justice. That I'd just know who was guilty, like that, and it wouldn't cause any pain or. [A huff, a shake of his head, snuggling closer to Quentin's side, memorizing the way he feels, smells, even though he doesn't plan to be far from him in the coming days. If he goes to the library, Quentin's coming with him. If he remembers how to be hungry, they'll go eat together. Until this is over and -- well. They'll see when it's over.
Looking up, Koby offers a weary, wobbly smile.] You aren't a mess. You're wonderful. You're wonderful and I love you.
[ quentin holds koby a little tighter, feeling the sea rise up like a storm in him and he sighs, pressing his lips to koby's forehead. he's afraid, too. afraid that he will wake up and koby will be gone. that he won't be able to protect him if something happens. and maybe defending alia wasn't the right thing to do - maybe voting baela wasn't the right thing - but he couldn't let that woman go into captivity thinking she's alone. ]
It's never easy and there's never a right path. You have to do what you feel is right in the moment, and use all the facts you have. This place is simply evil - turning us against one another, using us for its entertainment. I know the Balfours act and play shocked but I don't see how they're not involved in this somehow. How they don't have the power to stop it.
[ quentin sighs, looking up at koby and he dips to press a kiss to the bridge of his nose, then the tear-stained cheeks he loves so well. ] I love you. And whatever happens in all this you have to remember that I love you so well as the sea. That I would spend an eternity land-locked if you're here with me.
[ there's something in his eyes when he says it - fierce, intense, a flicker of light that could be something from the window, if it weren't brilliantly gold fading out of the doe brown. ]
It's never easy and there's never a right path. You have to do what you feel is right in the moment, and use all the facts you have. This place is simply evil - turning us against one another, using us for its entertainment. I know the Balfours act and play shocked but I don't see how they're not involved in this somehow. How they don't have the power to stop it.
[ quentin sighs, looking up at koby and he dips to press a kiss to the bridge of his nose, then the tear-stained cheeks he loves so well. ] I love you. And whatever happens in all this you have to remember that I love you so well as the sea. That I would spend an eternity land-locked if you're here with me.
[ there's something in his eyes when he says it - fierce, intense, a flicker of light that could be something from the window, if it weren't brilliantly gold fading out of the doe brown. ]
[Even this, this comfort, this sweetness, is laced with fear now -- because even if Koby struggled and strained to stay awake all night, even if he sat by their door wide awake and ready to fight anyone who came their way, the house wouldn't allow it. He'd be sound asleep and dreamless if anything came for Quentin, and that thought is like ice in his veins, even here in the warmth of their bed. It's evident in the way he presses forward, strokes his thumb over the line of collarbone and shoulder and neck, re-memorizing every inch of this man.]
They have to be behind it. [Soft, steely.] The Balfours have to know this is happening, how much pain and suffering and...destruction this game is causing. It has to be on purpose. [Koby's too tired to be truly savage about it, but the injustice of it rankles, has him squeezing his teary eyes shut for a moment, before exhaling slowly.] I just -- can't figure out why.
[Then, there, the nuzzle of Quentin's lips to his nose, his cheeks, and Koby sighs, melting against him, comforted now in spite of everything.] I love you too. I hate -- so much about this, about being here right now, but. Not you. Never you. [Even the agony, the grief of the last several days has been worth it, for Quentin. Anything would be worth it, for him.]
They have to be behind it. [Soft, steely.] The Balfours have to know this is happening, how much pain and suffering and...destruction this game is causing. It has to be on purpose. [Koby's too tired to be truly savage about it, but the injustice of it rankles, has him squeezing his teary eyes shut for a moment, before exhaling slowly.] I just -- can't figure out why.
[Then, there, the nuzzle of Quentin's lips to his nose, his cheeks, and Koby sighs, melting against him, comforted now in spite of everything.] I love you too. I hate -- so much about this, about being here right now, but. Not you. Never you. [Even the agony, the grief of the last several days has been worth it, for Quentin. Anything would be worth it, for him.]
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