[ Quentin felt a shiver run down his spine at that sharp sound of Eliot taking that breath- it was kinda thrilling, knowing he caused that sort of reaction in the other. Quentin sat back a touch as he licked the last jello shot off his lips and his eyes dropped back to the other cock. He noticed just how much thicker it was than the last time he'd looked- He was half convinced there was some magic involved in keeping that thing trapped away in that underwear.
Maybe it was whatever magic was in the jello shot buzzing through his body, or maybe it was the fact he was currently eye-level with that big wand in question. Or the fact that hearing Eliot call him his little nerd with such *affection*- either way, the long-haired boy's head tilted back to peer up at those words with a cheeky, mischievous grin. ]
I mean if it's that kinda party... [ Listen if he's at this thing anyway, he might as well commit fully to the experience right? In other words if the other was serious. Quentin was game enough for that next shot to be taken off there.
Not that he let that offer linger since the other was tucking himself back into his pants and then all but tugging him back up to his feet. ]
Fine. Fine. Fine.
[ Quentin made an effort to bat the other hands away before he grabbed the hem of his shirt and slipped it off and over his head, letting it drop to the couch behind him. While he wasn't overly built as some of the other students around- he wasn't all that skinny either. He was just somewhere in the middle, looking solid as he reached up to brush at the back of his head because- hello, he was just on display for the other.
But fair was fair? Right? There's a little bob of Quentin's Adams apple before he was undoing his own jeans and pushing them open, and lower to expose his hip.
And also his own half-hard cock tenting against his dark green, Fillory-themed drunks. Which mostly meant it was covered in pocket watches. Evidently, he was in a similar situation as Eliot.]
So...
What color are you picking?
[ He's just gonna talk around that issue thank you very much.]
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Maybe it was whatever magic was in the jello shot buzzing through his body, or maybe it was the fact he was currently eye-level with that big wand in question. Or the fact that hearing Eliot call him his little nerd with such *affection*- either way, the long-haired boy's head tilted back to peer up at those words with a cheeky, mischievous grin. ]
I mean if it's that kinda party... [ Listen if he's at this thing anyway, he might as well commit fully to the experience right? In other words if the other was serious. Quentin was game enough for that next shot to be taken off there.
Not that he let that offer linger since the other was tucking himself back into his pants and then all but tugging him back up to his feet. ]
Fine. Fine. Fine.
[ Quentin made an effort to bat the other hands away before he grabbed the hem of his shirt and slipped it off and over his head, letting it drop to the couch behind him. While he wasn't overly built as some of the other students around- he wasn't all that skinny either. He was just somewhere in the middle, looking solid as he reached up to brush at the back of his head because- hello, he was just on display for the other.
But fair was fair? Right? There's a little bob of Quentin's Adams apple before he was undoing his own jeans and pushing them open, and lower to expose his hip.
And also his own half-hard cock tenting against his dark green, Fillory-themed drunks. Which mostly meant it was covered in pocket watches. Evidently, he was in a similar situation as Eliot.]
So...
What color are you picking?
[ He's just gonna talk around that issue thank you very much.]