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quentin toma NOTES: sailor, navigator, loverboy, war-bringer. THREAT LEVEL LIKABILITY LEVEL SCANDAL LEVEL FASHION LEVEL WEALTH LEVEL

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[ quentin does as he's told, stripping down to only the slim, black boxer-briefs he always wears. he listens as he waits, the movement in the bathroom, the silence making his skin prickle with heat, anticipation. he eyes the supplies curiously, allows his eyes to follow the easy, lean line of tim's body.

he really is a pretty thing, strong but lithe, hard and soft in all the places he likes. but he stays still, watching as tim makes himself comfortable, tilts his head. and he does step forward, though he huffs a little at the words. oh, he did indeed say that. ]

You've a good memory.

[ he steps closer, leaning down to press his palms against tim's thighs, parting them a hair more to make room for the broad width of his shoulders as he kneels before him. his eyes stay focused on tim's as he reaches for his half-hard cock, long and callused fingers circling it to steady him. maybe even a cheeky swipe of his thumb along the underside before he leans down, laves his tongue slowly over the flared head, the slit, tasting him. he presses a long line of kisses down the length of him, dragging his tongue up the other side.

he's playing with his food.

but it's the next pass that has him closing his lips around the head of him, sucking once with a loud wet pop, then again. taking him deeper and deeper each time. ]

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It was this morning.

[ 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?

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[ there's victory in the sounds tim makes, the way his breathing changes and the hand drops into his hair. his sweet man, carefully controlling him and gently coaxing him. it takes him out of his mind in a way, makes him focus on his body, ground himself in where he is and who he is with.

there is no one else haunting him in this moment, only the hot line of tim's arousal laying heavy on his tongue. at first he does nothing but take tim in to the back of his throat and hum his answer, low and rumbling, until he pops off of his dick, head tilting back a little, lips plush and red and slick. ]

Very. I see why Koby wouldn't let up. [ when they'd all been together, a tangle of limbs and bodies. he dips his head, licking softly at the slit, pressing harder on the second pass. ]

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