[ He was close enough without the hand, but it puts him over easily. His thumb hooks harder against Peter's teeth as he comes, moaning from his chest. It's slow, a couple deep waves, but holy shit, it's feels good to come to someone else. It feels insane to see his cum on the flat of Peter's tongue. Every nerve feels hooked on the orgasm, and he can only stand watching for a few seconds--a few pulses, before he has to pinch his eyes shut, tilt his head back. ]
Omigod. You look so good. Better than I imagined, you look-- [ Both hands loosen up when the worst (best?) of it passes, smoothing around his temples and palming warmly into his hair. There's an aspect of covering there--he's welcome to spit unobserved. ] --so good, c'mere. Come on, c'mere.
[ His thumbs massage into Peter's jaw, lips press firmly to his brow, next to his nose, the corner of his mouth before Quentin slips his tongue in. One hand fumbles back to turn off the shower. ]
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Omigod. You look so good. Better than I imagined, you look-- [ Both hands loosen up when the worst (best?) of it passes, smoothing around his temples and palming warmly into his hair. There's an aspect of covering there--he's welcome to spit unobserved. ] --so good, c'mere. Come on, c'mere.
[ His thumbs massage into Peter's jaw, lips press firmly to his brow, next to his nose, the corner of his mouth before Quentin slips his tongue in. One hand fumbles back to turn off the shower. ]