[ Tim can feel him sliding between the muscle, teasing him. The brush of his cock against his hole frustrates more than it satisfies, an impatient grunt rumbles from low in his belly, and he juts his ass out to meet it, to take it the way he wants to. Needs to. Tim's back arches, making himself as appealing as possible because if he doesn't feel Quentin inside him in the next ten seconds, he might just pass out.
Bracing himself against the door with one hand, he spits into the other, and reaches behind him to smear it against his hole. It's a haphazard job, just so Quentin doesn't have any excuse not to fuck him. ]
I'm good.
[ Pressing his balls into his hand, and his ass back into him. He's good. ]
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Bracing himself against the door with one hand, he spits into the other, and reaches behind him to smear it against his hole. It's a haphazard job, just so Quentin doesn't have any excuse not to fuck him. ]
I'm good.
[ Pressing his balls into his hand, and his ass back into him. He's good. ]