[ quentin has just gotten out of the shower by the time tim arrives, having just sat on the edge of his bed when the door opens, the sound of a knock announcing his arrival. he'd have been slightly more considerate and slipped into underwear at least had he realized the time. instead, a dark towel is wrapped snug around his waist, his hair dripping wet, rivulets of water running down his neck and shoulders.
but he smiles seeing the man he rises, leaning into the kiss offered without hesitation, humming and pleased behind it. he reaches for tim, broad palms sliding up his sides, to his shoulders. ]
And what, you think I'm too soft? Too sweet? [ he huffs a little, letting the challenge carry them into setting the tone for what exactly tim desires. ]
Are you doubting me, sweet little man? [ a cluck of his tongue, one hand sliding into the hair at his nape, curling into a fist and giving a sharp little tug to get his attention. ]
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but he smiles seeing the man he rises, leaning into the kiss offered without hesitation, humming and pleased behind it. he reaches for tim, broad palms sliding up his sides, to his shoulders. ]
And what, you think I'm too soft? Too sweet? [ he huffs a little, letting the challenge carry them into setting the tone for what exactly tim desires. ]
Are you doubting me, sweet little man? [ a cluck of his tongue, one hand sliding into the hair at his nape, curling into a fist and giving a sharp little tug to get his attention. ]