[ what if peter was trying to entice quentin into fucking his mouth, hm? what if? 'cause maybe he's a filthy little whore when it comes to sex (especially when the thrill of a hunt is coursing through his veins), but nobody heard that here. heard what? nothing, that's right.
peter's mouth hangs open and inviting, just enough to adapt to the girth of quentin's cock as he pushes himself deeper. he moans around him, his only response, tongue pressed up to the underside as his hands glide to his ass as encouragement.
show me... is this what he expected?
his fingers dig in, pulling quentin deeper until the head of his cock nudges the back of his mouth. ]
jesus that icon tho
peter's mouth hangs open and inviting, just enough to adapt to the girth of quentin's cock as he pushes himself deeper. he moans around him, his only response, tongue pressed up to the underside as his hands glide to his ass as encouragement.
show me... is this what he expected?
his fingers dig in, pulling quentin deeper until the head of his cock nudges the back of his mouth. ]