Or on your back. [ He adds, chasing the pressure as Peter pulls back. His chin nods up, tongue tips to his slit until Peter pulls at his hair. He comes up as called, but not without retracing his steps in bites to Peter's nipple-- ] Or in my lap. [ The hollow of his throat-- ] Or making me--ah--
[ His earlobe, firmer than before, before Quentin moves his head to the opposite side and takes a mouthful of Peter's neck, just below the dark marking along his jaw. Who's going to notice another bruise? It's fine. Long fingers wrap their lengths together to rub in synch, splay across the small of Peter's back. Quentin rocks into him. ] I've had a lot of time to think about it.
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[ His earlobe, firmer than before, before Quentin moves his head to the opposite side and takes a mouthful of Peter's neck, just below the dark marking along his jaw. Who's going to notice another bruise? It's fine. Long fingers wrap their lengths together to rub in synch, splay across the small of Peter's back. Quentin rocks into him. ] I've had a lot of time to think about it.