[ A bratty little last word, at least for now, as he watches Quentin sink to his knees in front of him, feels his blood rush south. He's always been handsome, with the strong arms of a sailor, muscled shoulders he's thrown his arms around enough times that he's lost count, warm eyes that have felt safe to him since the night they met. He's never been looking up at him, though, and there's enough thrill in the novelty of it that Tim nearly forgets he's supposed to be in charge here.
But not for long. His cock grows thick in Quentin's hand, and his breathing grows deep and heavy just at the teasing, hot press of his tongue. Taking him in more makes him gasp, the warm wet and lewd noise darkening his eyes and kicking him into gear. Tim's hand reaches down to his hair, dark loose waves caught now between his fingers, keeping him from straying too far. ]
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[ A bratty little last word, at least for now, as he watches Quentin sink to his knees in front of him, feels his blood rush south. He's always been handsome, with the strong arms of a sailor, muscled shoulders he's thrown his arms around enough times that he's lost count, warm eyes that have felt safe to him since the night they met. He's never been looking up at him, though, and there's enough thrill in the novelty of it that Tim nearly forgets he's supposed to be in charge here.
But not for long. His cock grows thick in Quentin's hand, and his breathing grows deep and heavy just at the teasing, hot press of his tongue. Taking him in more makes him gasp, the warm wet and lewd noise darkening his eyes and kicking him into gear. Tim's hand reaches down to his hair, dark loose waves caught now between his fingers, keeping him from straying too far. ]
Taste good?