[ peter tips his head back in the wake of those little vibrations, a shuddered breath passing through parted lips as the heat of it coils up his spine. it's significantly... difficult to take things slow when quentin's mouth does such wonderful things.
slow, right— good things come to those who wait, or whatever. ]
Only on days that end in 'y'. [ he laughs lightly, lifting his head to return his attention to the pretty boy on his knees, momentarily distracted by the way he touches himself. ] Oh? [ nothing but pure intrigue in the response, fingers combing through his hair. stroking, really, now that it's mostly — if not, completely — wet. ] That far back, huh?
[ he'd be lying if he said he hadn't thought about that one.
with his free hand, peter presses his cock a little more firmly against quentin's mouth, rocking his hips to stroke the sensitive point just below the head. it only lasts for a handful of seconds, then he's pulling back and tugging lightly at his hair, ] am I on my hands and knees in that scenario? [ he smiles, ] c'mere.
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slow, right— good things come to those who wait, or whatever. ]
Only on days that end in 'y'. [ he laughs lightly, lifting his head to return his attention to the pretty boy on his knees, momentarily distracted by the way he touches himself. ] Oh? [ nothing but pure intrigue in the response, fingers combing through his hair. stroking, really, now that it's mostly — if not, completely — wet. ] That far back, huh?
[ he'd be lying if he said he hadn't thought about that one.
with his free hand, peter presses his cock a little more firmly against quentin's mouth, rocking his hips to stroke the sensitive point just below the head. it only lasts for a handful of seconds, then he's pulling back and tugging lightly at his hair, ] am I on my hands and knees in that scenario? [ he smiles, ] c'mere.