Getting there, [ peter murmurs, the corner of his mouth curving upward into an impish little smirk.
the hand at quentin's back follows a path over his shoulder, then hooks lightly under his chin, fingers pressing in at his jaw to create a small space between them. just enough to get a good look at those swollen, pouty lips before claiming them with his own, an edge of greed to the bite that he leaves at the lower. ]
I still have to show you how I like it, don't I? [ he adds — a rhetorical question — while his other hand moves to replace quentin's, focusing only on his cock. down his length with a light grasp, then back up with more pressure, his thumb sweeping over the head. ]
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the hand at quentin's back follows a path over his shoulder, then hooks lightly under his chin, fingers pressing in at his jaw to create a small space between them. just enough to get a good look at those swollen, pouty lips before claiming them with his own, an edge of greed to the bite that he leaves at the lower. ]
I still have to show you how I like it, don't I? [ he adds — a rhetorical question — while his other hand moves to replace quentin's, focusing only on his cock. down his length with a light grasp, then back up with more pressure, his thumb sweeping over the head. ]