[ he doesn’t...think. No one had gotten him riled up and then left him desperate and wanting, no one had offered him any drinks that might have been spiked or any strange drugs, not since the revenants finally left them in peace. Tim didn’t clock the candy as having any ill effects, and he’s not in the mood right now to retrace his steps until something clicks because he finally, finallyfinally has Quentin’s hands on him. Perfect hands with perfect fingers, the working hands of a sailor. Strong enough to hold him down and keep him there.
The fantasy runs through him like a jolt of electricity, making him shudder against Quentin’s body, making his own skin press against his wherever he can. Grinding into his thigh, Tim moans, soft and relieved. At the sensation, at the anger in his voice - protectiveness, always so fiercely protective, but never patronizing. One of his most attractive qualities, and exactly what he needs so desperately now. In his frenzy, he bites a little harder than he means to, leaving a red mark that will darken over the coming hours, and rises to his toes, pressing his lips to Quentin’s. Hungry, overwhelmed with need to the point of tears. ]
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[ he doesn’t...think. No one had gotten him riled up and then left him desperate and wanting, no one had offered him any drinks that might have been spiked or any strange drugs, not since the revenants finally left them in peace. Tim didn’t clock the candy as having any ill effects, and he’s not in the mood right now to retrace his steps until something clicks because he finally, finallyfinally has Quentin’s hands on him. Perfect hands with perfect fingers, the working hands of a sailor. Strong enough to hold him down and keep him there.
The fantasy runs through him like a jolt of electricity, making him shudder against Quentin’s body, making his own skin press against his wherever he can. Grinding into his thigh, Tim moans, soft and relieved. At the sensation, at the anger in his voice - protectiveness, always so fiercely protective, but never patronizing. One of his most attractive qualities, and exactly what he needs so desperately now. In his frenzy, he bites a little harder than he means to, leaving a red mark that will darken over the coming hours, and rises to his toes, pressing his lips to Quentin’s. Hungry, overwhelmed with need to the point of tears. ]
Please. You can fix it. Please.