[ it surprises peter, the skill that quentin displays with his hands, urging him along effortlessly with every thrust of slick fingers, every squeeze and stroke— ] Fuck me like this? So you can watch how you drive me fucking crazy.
[ the tone of his voice is deep, rough around the edges as he draws closer and closer to his own climax. practically begging for it now with the way precome beads at the tip, and the way his thighs begin to lightly tremble. as quentin adds a third finger, peter almost chokes on an inhale, offering a very clear visual for those fantasies as he arches off the bed. ]
—Right there, Q. [ he gasps, dropping a hand to his own thigh, adding just a touch of pressure to one of the bruises there. ] Fuck, I'm so close.
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[ the tone of his voice is deep, rough around the edges as he draws closer and closer to his own climax. practically begging for it now with the way precome beads at the tip, and the way his thighs begin to lightly tremble. as quentin adds a third finger, peter almost chokes on an inhale, offering a very clear visual for those fantasies as he arches off the bed. ]
—Right there, Q. [ he gasps, dropping a hand to his own thigh, adding just a touch of pressure to one of the bruises there. ] Fuck, I'm so close.