[ quentin laughs easily, like they're simply sitting over breakfast chattering about the weather. it's so flippant and amused, like a preycat playing with its food. it's a new dynamic, something he doesn't get to slip into the skin of very often and yet here they are.
the gasp, the flush. he can't deny the way it makes heat rise up beneath his skin, makes a thrill race up his spine. he keeps his fingers twisted in tim's hair, looks down at him amused, laze. water continues to drip where tim had cleared it off before. ]
Sweet, patient, generous. Maybe you should learn a thing or two from me, Tim. [ not sweets, not any warm endearment. ]
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[ quentin laughs easily, like they're simply sitting over breakfast chattering about the weather. it's so flippant and amused, like a preycat playing with its food. it's a new dynamic, something he doesn't get to slip into the skin of very often and yet here they are.
the gasp, the flush. he can't deny the way it makes heat rise up beneath his skin, makes a thrill race up his spine. he keeps his fingers twisted in tim's hair, looks down at him amused, laze. water continues to drip where tim had cleared it off before. ]
Sweet, patient, generous. Maybe you should learn a thing or two from me, Tim. [ not sweets, not any warm endearment. ]
Get out of your clothes.