Pretty sure the whats and ifs and hows come later, Eliot.
[ He pointed out softly as swallowed, still hearing Eliot's moan dance through his brain like the best goddamn song he'd ever heard. He could feel the tip of his finger sticky with the other's precome and didn't that just almost short-circuit his brain something fierce? Quentin swallowed slightly as those lips brushed over his and he found himself leaning into that kiss- trying to steal that moment as much as he could from the other. Even if they were in the middle of this stupid party. But just like that the other was pulling away and tucking that cock into his pants.]
You have always looked good in a robe. Sort of an impressive skill of yours really. [ He drawled back before a smile danced over his lip at being called the devil- because hey, he was so rarely the fun one right? Unless you counted him ranting on Fillory and Further for the thousand time.] I guess I have my moments. Who knew?
A-hfuck. [ The words came out pushed together as he felt the other touch his cock like that and tease it, those fingers pumping him as his own hand reached up to grab Eliot's shoulder with a soft gasp of his own. His eyes narrowed as the other pushed it back into his pants and zipped it up- god were those pants always this tight? He was about to comment before Eliot's hand was in his and he was suddenly jumping the stairs two at a time to get to the others room.
Just like that, he was blinking and the door was shut behind him and Eliot was undressing again. Totally and completely. Quentin just stared at the naked form of his friend for a moment and really, the sight made his cock twitch- the other was god damn beautiful naked. ]
Wow. You really do have a big wand. [ He felt those words slip from his lips as he realized he was staring at the other cock before the other words finally seeped into his brain. And he nodded. He'd left his shirt downstairs so he just unzipped his pants and pushed them down along with his underwear- his cock hard as it smacked against his belly, already dripping as he just stood there for the other to look at.]
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[ He pointed out softly as swallowed, still hearing Eliot's moan dance through his brain like the best goddamn song he'd ever heard. He could feel the tip of his finger sticky with the other's precome and didn't that just almost short-circuit his brain something fierce? Quentin swallowed slightly as those lips brushed over his and he found himself leaning into that kiss- trying to steal that moment as much as he could from the other. Even if they were in the middle of this stupid party. But just like that the other was pulling away and tucking that cock into his pants.]
You have always looked good in a robe. Sort of an impressive skill of yours really. [ He drawled back before a smile danced over his lip at being called the devil- because hey, he was so rarely the fun one right? Unless you counted him ranting on Fillory and Further for the thousand time.] I guess I have my moments. Who knew?
A-hfuck. [ The words came out pushed together as he felt the other touch his cock like that and tease it, those fingers pumping him as his own hand reached up to grab Eliot's shoulder with a soft gasp of his own. His eyes narrowed as the other pushed it back into his pants and zipped it up- god were those pants always this tight? He was about to comment before Eliot's hand was in his and he was suddenly jumping the stairs two at a time to get to the others room.
Just like that, he was blinking and the door was shut behind him and Eliot was undressing again. Totally and completely. Quentin just stared at the naked form of his friend for a moment and really, the sight made his cock twitch- the other was god damn beautiful naked. ]
Wow. You really do have a big wand. [ He felt those words slip from his lips as he realized he was staring at the other cock before the other words finally seeped into his brain. And he nodded. He'd left his shirt downstairs so he just unzipped his pants and pushed them down along with his underwear- his cock hard as it smacked against his belly, already dripping as he just stood there for the other to look at.]
Yessir.