[ peter takes every bit of it with an ease of experience— his own cock throbbing with the way quentin seems to eagerly accept the silent invitation. not to mention, the praise... if he didn't know he had a praise kink, well, he certainly does now.
he groans lowly when the all too familiar taste seeps across his tongue with every thrust, tempted to swallow him whole, to suck him dry, coming undone by the heat of his mouth alone. instead, peter lifts his gaze and drags one hand forward to wrap around the base, easing him out. the constant stretch of his mouth compounds the pain in his jaw, but he doesn't let it show as he drops his head back, pushing into the hand at his neck. ]
What do you want to do? [ his tone is a little deeper, inflected with unadulterated lust. he's more than ready to finish him off right there... but... the thought of quentin fucking him is what drew him here in the first place.
peter wets his lips as he continues pumping his length, slow, easy, hovering near the peak of his orgasm. ]
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he groans lowly when the all too familiar taste seeps across his tongue with every thrust, tempted to swallow him whole, to suck him dry, coming undone by the heat of his mouth alone. instead, peter lifts his gaze and drags one hand forward to wrap around the base, easing him out. the constant stretch of his mouth compounds the pain in his jaw, but he doesn't let it show as he drops his head back, pushing into the hand at his neck. ]
What do you want to do? [ his tone is a little deeper, inflected with unadulterated lust. he's more than ready to finish him off right there... but... the thought of quentin fucking him is what drew him here in the first place.
peter wets his lips as he continues pumping his length, slow, easy, hovering near the peak of his orgasm. ]