[ quentin does as he's told, stripping down to only the slim, black boxer-briefs he always wears. he listens as he waits, the movement in the bathroom, the silence making his skin prickle with heat, anticipation. he eyes the supplies curiously, allows his eyes to follow the easy, lean line of tim's body.
he really is a pretty thing, strong but lithe, hard and soft in all the places he likes. but he stays still, watching as tim makes himself comfortable, tilts his head. and he does step forward, though he huffs a little at the words. oh, he did indeed say that. ]
You've a good memory.
[ he steps closer, leaning down to press his palms against tim's thighs, parting them a hair more to make room for the broad width of his shoulders as he kneels before him. his eyes stay focused on tim's as he reaches for his half-hard cock, long and callused fingers circling it to steady him. maybe even a cheeky swipe of his thumb along the underside before he leans down, laves his tongue slowly over the flared head, the slit, tasting him. he presses a long line of kisses down the length of him, dragging his tongue up the other side.
he's playing with his food.
but it's the next pass that has him closing his lips around the head of him, sucking once with a loud wet pop, then again. taking him deeper and deeper each time. ]
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he really is a pretty thing, strong but lithe, hard and soft in all the places he likes. but he stays still, watching as tim makes himself comfortable, tilts his head. and he does step forward, though he huffs a little at the words. oh, he did indeed say that. ]
You've a good memory.
[ he steps closer, leaning down to press his palms against tim's thighs, parting them a hair more to make room for the broad width of his shoulders as he kneels before him. his eyes stay focused on tim's as he reaches for his half-hard cock, long and callused fingers circling it to steady him. maybe even a cheeky swipe of his thumb along the underside before he leans down, laves his tongue slowly over the flared head, the slit, tasting him. he presses a long line of kisses down the length of him, dragging his tongue up the other side.
he's playing with his food.
but it's the next pass that has him closing his lips around the head of him, sucking once with a loud wet pop, then again. taking him deeper and deeper each time. ]