Date: 2023-01-23 11:32 pm (UTC)
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[ Quentin could feel that this was different than Alice and Julia in a way that he couldn't quite put into words. Like it felt...different, that intensity in the air between them was a different flavor or a different color in his mind. Just...more. Whatever it was.

Quentin had almost been lost in letting his eyes run down Eliot's body that when the other stepped forward he almost took a moment to react. And just like that the other was touching his cock again and he felt himself twitch against Eliot's hand- god. He felt as hard as a fucking steel beam. And he let out a shuddering gasp at that. His body leaned into that touch again as his hand moved up to brush along Eliot's bare chest. ]

Oh yeah? You think? [ He teased- almost playfully at the compliment to his cock as he gave another soft moan as the other teased that finger around the head. It all felt intense even as the other leaned in and his lips were almost pressing against Eliot's and he could feel his eyes flutter at that. There's a soft hiss as those fingers rank down him and those hands curl against his ass and he moves forward without effort, his body pressing against the others just enough for that hand to still be moving.

It was quite frankly, impressive that he was still able to have a functioning brain as that hand moved on his cock like that. Q just gave a few soft little moans against the other's lips. He was going to blame that magical jello shot for what he said next. The green clearly had a little more truth magic in it than one would like as Q reached up to brush his hand over the side of the other's neck again as he finally spoke against those lips. ]


I- I think I just wanna get drunk on your come. El.

[ The dirty talk flowed from his lips easily enough before he was pressing his lips against the others in a hungry, desperate kiss that made fireworks dance behind Quentin's eyelids and shoot though his entire body.

This wasn't just the jello shot. This was Eliot. This was something...different. His body pressed against the others as he made an effort to move them both back towards the others bed. He wanted the other- and he wanted to show just how much he did tonight. ]
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