[If Eliot had thought that the very value of beginning the whole jello shot taking near his hip had been an intrinsically bad idea after they started. There was no true expression of how he was feeling once Quentin actually began to draw that warm wet tongue of his over and along the prominent, long lean line of his hip bone.
How dare Quentin dip his tongue a little sideways there to chase the jello? Who cared if it didn't stay perfectly on his hip bone? Who was he to kiss it like that? Eliot hissed in a breath and bit his lip knowing all too well that his cock had expanded, and was growing to full length-- and with much more harassment it would be peeking out the tip of his boxers. That would be a very fine predicament indeed. Then again.]
Careful my little nerd or I might make you take your next shot off the tip of this big wand of mine.
[He tried to pull off a teasing chuckle, but really it was far more wishful thinking than anything else considering how much his mind was playing with him, and how his cock was beginning to throb. Why didn't he see this coming?
Finally, it was done and he'd survive. Now it was Quentin's turn. Carefully adjusting himself, Eliot tucked his 'wand' back toward the entrance of his pants. He wasn't about to just stuff it completely inside the super tight confines. It needed to breathe and recede a little before that. That was all secondary. Waving his hand at Quentin. He tugged at the younger male's shirt and pulled a little at the edge of his pant.]
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How dare Quentin dip his tongue a little sideways there to chase the jello? Who cared if it didn't stay perfectly on his hip bone? Who was he to kiss it like that? Eliot hissed in a breath and bit his lip knowing all too well that his cock had expanded, and was growing to full length-- and with much more harassment it would be peeking out the tip of his boxers. That would be a very fine predicament indeed. Then again.]
Careful my little nerd or I might make you take your next shot off the tip of this big wand of mine.
[He tried to pull off a teasing chuckle, but really it was far more wishful thinking than anything else considering how much his mind was playing with him, and how his cock was beginning to throb. Why didn't he see this coming?
Finally, it was done and he'd survive. Now it was Quentin's turn. Carefully adjusting himself, Eliot tucked his 'wand' back toward the entrance of his pants. He wasn't about to just stuff it completely inside the super tight confines. It needed to breathe and recede a little before that. That was all secondary. Waving his hand at Quentin. He tugged at the younger male's shirt and pulled a little at the edge of his pant.]
Your turn!! [He called in a sing-song voice]