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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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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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