[There was quite a bit of alcohol zipping through Eliot's veins, but there was not nearly enough-- no where near enough of the mind altering substance flowing through his very tolerant system for him to miss that not so subtle quip of Quentin's, that alluded to the fact that he would be willing to take a shot of jello off the head of his cock.
Said cock might have been tucked away for now, but knowing that it could very well be getting sucked by the one person that meant something to Eliot in this god-forsaken place caused it to do exactly what it had threatened to do earlier, and that was to grow to full size and push right out the tip of his underwear. There was a silent thanking to whatever gods might exist that included praise because he didn't have to do any standing or moving around currently.
He might have had a thought to move this little Tet-a-tet to his room very soon, but one more shot out here wouldn't hurt. Quentin's adam's apple wasn't the only one that bobbed a little. Eliot's worked hard to pull back saliva through a very dry mouth while he watched the other male strip.]
gods Quentin.
[Eliot saw no harm in saying what he was thinking, nor did he have trouble reaching out to touch the small of Q's back before the other male turned around. Facing those fairy tale underwear made him laugh sharply, a little too sharp-- just as his eyes were a little too bright. He unconsciously rubbed at his dick a few times, because it itched to be touched and looking across from him-- Well, it kept him from reaching out and touching the cock he wanted to touch.]
I don't know if anyone has told you this or not, but you've got nice hips, Q.
[normally so very good under pressure, Eliot was faltering, and faltering a little hard.]
I think we'll go with red. It's a very bold choice for such bold hips.
[Eliot reached out and stroked his finger along the hip bone that he'd be tasting. He pulled down those decorative boxers just enough, and ran the side of his hand along the edge of Q's cock. He couldn't help himself. They were both playing with fire and knew it. Like it was a shot of Tequila with salt, Eliot licked the spot on Q's hip to prepare it, flicking his tongue in tiny little kitten like teases up the bone where he held the jello and then poured it down the bone, letting it fall all the way down where he caught it with his mouth. Eliot then proceeded to clean with expert precision the entire area, including the area that ran directly to the side of Quentin's cock, making sure that the younger magician could feel the wetness of Eliot's tongue through the fabric of his boxers. Sitting up. He looked like a cat that had just eaten the mouse. Eyes dark and perhaps a little hungry still gazed at Quentin. He couldn't help himself now.]
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Date: 2023-01-23 07:49 pm (UTC)Said cock might have been tucked away for now, but knowing that it could very well be getting sucked by the one person that meant something to Eliot in this god-forsaken place caused it to do exactly what it had threatened to do earlier, and that was to grow to full size and push right out the tip of his underwear. There was a silent thanking to whatever gods might exist that included praise because he didn't have to do any standing or moving around currently.
He might have had a thought to move this little Tet-a-tet to his room very soon, but one more shot out here wouldn't hurt. Quentin's adam's apple wasn't the only one that bobbed a little. Eliot's worked hard to pull back saliva through a very dry mouth while he watched the other male strip.]
gods Quentin.
[Eliot saw no harm in saying what he was thinking, nor did he have trouble reaching out to touch the small of Q's back before the other male turned around. Facing those fairy tale underwear made him laugh sharply, a little too sharp-- just as his eyes were a little too bright. He unconsciously rubbed at his dick a few times, because it itched to be touched and looking across from him-- Well, it kept him from reaching out and touching the cock he wanted to touch.]
I don't know if anyone has told you this or not, but you've got nice hips, Q.
[normally so very good under pressure, Eliot was faltering, and faltering a little hard.]
I think we'll go with red. It's a very bold choice for such bold hips.
[Eliot reached out and stroked his finger along the hip bone that he'd be tasting. He pulled down those decorative boxers just enough, and ran the side of his hand along the edge of Q's cock. He couldn't help himself. They were both playing with fire and knew it. Like it was a shot of Tequila with salt, Eliot licked the spot on Q's hip to prepare it, flicking his tongue in tiny little kitten like teases up the bone where he held the jello and then poured it down the bone, letting it fall all the way down where he caught it with his mouth. Eliot then proceeded to clean with expert precision the entire area, including the area that ran directly to the side of Quentin's cock, making sure that the younger magician could feel the wetness of Eliot's tongue through the fabric of his boxers. Sitting up. He looked like a cat that had just eaten the mouse. Eyes dark and perhaps a little hungry still gazed at Quentin. He couldn't help himself now.]
So, about that next shot. Here or in my room?