Mmhmm. [ Yeah, yeah, he'll get there. Quentin pulls Peter back to the kiss, smirking, then drops that hand around his waist to bring them snug together. It's easier to move like this, foregoing the towel on the rack completely as Quentin kisses him out of the shower stall and out of the little bathroom still soaking wet. Besides, he can feel Peter hard against his thigh better if they're pressed tight together. His free hand and memory of the apartment guide them clumsily.
[ It's not a long trip to the unmade bed at all; there's barely six steps into the bedroom to reach the foot of it. Quentin doesn't let up from his mouth until he's pressing Peter down to the mattress. He kisses over the hickey left from the shower, arms stretching out over Peter's head. ] I wanna be inside. Is that okay?
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[ It's not a long trip to the unmade bed at all; there's barely six steps into the bedroom to reach the foot of it. Quentin doesn't let up from his mouth until he's pressing Peter down to the mattress. He kisses over the hickey left from the shower, arms stretching out over Peter's head. ] I wanna be inside. Is that okay?