[ peter keeps his eyes on quentin as his tongue moves in tandem with his strokes, his breath hot with every light pant, ghosting along the length of his cock. peter follows his direction with ease... he's good at that sort of thing, just as good as he is giving it when it suits his desires.
but right now... it's a far better look on quentin.
as much as he finds it intensely attractive, he can't help the soft whine of mild frustration that escapes him. ultimately, he does what he's told, lightly skimming shorn nails along quentin's leg instead. his hand rises higher and higher, following a path to wrap around his balls, gently tugging and massaging, adding to quentin's stimulation. ]
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but right now... it's a far better look on quentin.
as much as he finds it intensely attractive, he can't help the soft whine of mild frustration that escapes him. ultimately, he does what he's told, lightly skimming shorn nails along quentin's leg instead. his hand rises higher and higher, following a path to wrap around his balls, gently tugging and massaging, adding to quentin's stimulation. ]