[ There wasn't a power on earth that could stop the blush that danced along his face at those words- at that simple exclamation of those words. Of his name said like that. He didn't exactly *think* he was the hottest guy around. God knows he'd seen half the dudes that Julia had hooked up with and he knew he wasn't *that* but...well, for a moment he felt like he was with those two simple words. His lips pressed together to hide a shy smile but also to stop himself from reacting too much as he saw the other rub at his dick in front of him like that- And the sight of it pushing out of that underwear, barely contained. Did he do that?
Was it weird he was taking that as a compliment? There's a little reach up of his hand to brush through his long hair at that laugh about his choice of underwear because- yeah. Yeah. He was a dork. He knew was. All right? ]
Gotta say, that's kinda a first. [ Because when would he ever hear a compliment like that? His hand tucked that long hair behind his ear again even as he ducked his head and a few more strays fell loose.] Thanks though. Glad you like em.
[ He gave a little nod at that color choice because- hey, whatever magic was in the jellos- Red's gotta at least be fun right? Quentin had been kinda leaning into every one of Eliot's touches even subconsciously, the touch to his back and even now his body seemed to shift into that finger as it stroked along his hip like that, sending a shiver down his spine and he bit on the inside of his cheek from reacting too much. Granted he didn't really have the same control as Eliot and he let out a sharp, small gasp as that hand teased along the edge of his cock that throbbed in response to that fleeting touch. Though he managed to mute any more sounds as he bit his cheek harder as he stared down at the other he felt that tongue tease along his skin. He could feel his eyes darken as he watched- the sight just as intense as the feeling as that jello dipped down his skin and that tongue chased it to clean it up. It was the feeling of that wetness through his boxers that had him shuddering- his cock at full mast and almost dripping through the center of the Fillory clock by the time the other was done.
Quentin just swallowed again as he stared down at those dark eyes and pretty features of Eliot as he stared up at him like that. His cock twitched as the others spit cooled on his hip in the most delicious way.
Why did he agree to this party again?
Right. The brain was working again.]
You'd wanna do it here? Pretty sure you'd have a crowd around you. There'd be chanting. Margo might even have a scoreboard.
[ He joked as he shifted with the hem of his pants to try and at least cover his dick just a little, but he wasn't saying no yet. Was he?]
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Was it weird he was taking that as a compliment? There's a little reach up of his hand to brush through his long hair at that laugh about his choice of underwear because- yeah. Yeah. He was a dork. He knew was. All right? ]
Gotta say, that's kinda a first. [ Because when would he ever hear a compliment like that? His hand tucked that long hair behind his ear again even as he ducked his head and a few more strays fell loose.] Thanks though. Glad you like em.
[ He gave a little nod at that color choice because- hey, whatever magic was in the jellos- Red's gotta at least be fun right? Quentin had been kinda leaning into every one of Eliot's touches even subconsciously, the touch to his back and even now his body seemed to shift into that finger as it stroked along his hip like that, sending a shiver down his spine and he bit on the inside of his cheek from reacting too much. Granted he didn't really have the same control as Eliot and he let out a sharp, small gasp as that hand teased along the edge of his cock that throbbed in response to that fleeting touch. Though he managed to mute any more sounds as he bit his cheek harder as he stared down at the other he felt that tongue tease along his skin. He could feel his eyes darken as he watched- the sight just as intense as the feeling as that jello dipped down his skin and that tongue chased it to clean it up. It was the feeling of that wetness through his boxers that had him shuddering- his cock at full mast and almost dripping through the center of the Fillory clock by the time the other was done.
Quentin just swallowed again as he stared down at those dark eyes and pretty features of Eliot as he stared up at him like that. His cock twitched as the others spit cooled on his hip in the most delicious way.
Why did he agree to this party again?
Right. The brain was working again.]
You'd wanna do it here? Pretty sure you'd have a crowd around you. There'd be chanting. Margo might even have a scoreboard.
[ He joked as he shifted with the hem of his pants to try and at least cover his dick just a little, but he wasn't saying no yet. Was he?]