[ He’s a good boy and does just what he says he will, he just neglects to mention that he’ll be shedding a few layers before Quentin gets there. Stripping down to his underwear doesn’t do a damn thing to cool him off, it only exposes his raw aching to the world, or the intimate little piece of it Koby and Quentin (and sometimes Tim) have made for themselves in this room. It fills him with a longing that overwhelms him to the point of fear, because he’s no stranger to yearning, but he wants now for no one and nothing in particular, just for touch, for the sake of touching. It burns in him, so hot that it threatens to hollow him out if he doesn’t heed its call.
Quentin won’t judge him for his weakness. That's the thought that keeps him in this room waiting, instead of prowling the halls for the first willing body he comes across, something he’d sorely regret the moment it was over, if not earlier.
The door is barely shut behind him before Tim jumps up, crosses the room in a rush (and with an obvious hardon swinging in front of him) and presses him back against it, descending on his neck and jaw to dot it with wet kisses. ]
You came. Thank you.
[ Breathless, like they’ve been going at it for some time already. ]
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[ He’s a good boy and does just what he says he will, he just neglects to mention that he’ll be shedding a few layers before Quentin gets there. Stripping down to his underwear doesn’t do a damn thing to cool him off, it only exposes his raw aching to the world, or the intimate little piece of it Koby and Quentin (and sometimes Tim) have made for themselves in this room. It fills him with a longing that overwhelms him to the point of fear, because he’s no stranger to yearning, but he wants now for no one and nothing in particular, just for touch, for the sake of touching. It burns in him, so hot that it threatens to hollow him out if he doesn’t heed its call.
Quentin won’t judge him for his weakness. That's the thought that keeps him in this room waiting, instead of prowling the halls for the first willing body he comes across, something he’d sorely regret the moment it was over, if not earlier.
The door is barely shut behind him before Tim jumps up, crosses the room in a rush (and with an obvious hardon swinging in front of him) and presses him back against it, descending on his neck and jaw to dot it with wet kisses. ]
You came. Thank you.
[ Breathless, like they’ve been going at it for some time already. ]