[ Whoa. The image tightens his gut. That's gonna be a problem next time he's reviewing inventory. Could he have been making out with Peter in the stacks? Is that still up for grabs? He shakes his head and turns his cheek against the shaft in his hand, fingers wrapping snug as he pulls Peter back along his face.

[ See how it would fit? ]

That's hot. [ Simple, chuckling, casual. His free hand spiders around the bruises down Peter's leg, tap at the back of his knee while Quentin pulls back to cup the tip of his cock on his tongue. It's teasing, just the same as dragging Peter along his lower lip, wrapping his mouth loose around the crown just for a second before letting go.

[ Fuck, yeah, okay, it's extremely different not pawing at each other high or drunk in someone's mom's closet. ]

I don't usually, um. Go for guys. Or anyone, it's been--I dunno, I've been doing like an involuntary monk thing for a while, I guess.

[ sorry if I'm bad at it comes through pretty clear, but he can make up for his clumsiness with effort. On the next stroke, he pulls Peter back to his mouth and follows his fist down about halfway, tongue tight underneath him. ]