[ the snare of teeth brings with it a hiss, brings with it the stirring of heat with tim's warm, desperate body against his own. he knows the shape of tim laughlin so well at this point, knows exactly where to feel that wet spot in his underwear, where to drag his nails to make it worse.
he gets his arms around tim and at the searing kiss he reaches his hands low, low, low, gripping roughly at his ass and hoisting him up, encouraging strong thighs around his waist. tim tastes sweet, like chalky candy and the coming of spring and quentin chases it, licking hot and deep and hungry into his mouth, taking his time when tim is absolutely messy in his arms.
another softer time, he might take tim to bed. instead, if tim allows him to hoist him up? he'll turn him and press him hard up against the wall, using his own body to pin him, grinding his hips up against tim's ass. ]
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he gets his arms around tim and at the searing kiss he reaches his hands low, low, low, gripping roughly at his ass and hoisting him up, encouraging strong thighs around his waist. tim tastes sweet, like chalky candy and the coming of spring and quentin chases it, licking hot and deep and hungry into his mouth, taking his time when tim is absolutely messy in his arms.
another softer time, he might take tim to bed. instead, if tim allows him to hoist him up? he'll turn him and press him hard up against the wall, using his own body to pin him, grinding his hips up against tim's ass. ]
Tell me what I need to fix, sweets.