[Quentin was a garden of exotic flavors all rolled into some exquisite delight beaming a bright sonnet into Eliot's brain as they kissed, even the bites that drew pain stretched the burden of pleasure from mouth straight down to the hardened cock that sat throbbing so sternly between his legs. Shifting enough so that Eliot could press it into the younger magician's hip, allowed him the breath to moan into their kiss. He's lost every sense that this might be wrong, that he might lose himself forever to this man who suddenly held his body in sway.
Oh yes this was a perilous climb and Eliot has already scaled the cliff and was ready to fly of the precipice. He watched as Q left his mouth with a sigh, and wandered down his lithe body, dropping eloquent speeches with his mouth along Eliot's body. With each and every touch, the elder arched and shivered. He knew what was coming and was now so very helpless to stop it. He'd agreed to his ultimate destruction. The desimation of every wall he kept errected so very carefully around his heart.]
Dear fuck, Q. Just do it already.
[Anxiety flooded him as he watched those beautiful eyes, and luscious lips-- that mouth that breathed a hurricane of moisture around the tip of his cock. Already it leaked, and beaded up silver white fluid at the head as it waited for Quentin's pink little tongue to tease across it. By every god in heaven did he know how to tease. Eliot's hands fist the bed, in order to save Quentin's hair for now. He can't help the quick jerk of his hips as they push up into the willing cavern that settles around his cock.
It's not that it's been ages since he's had his dick sucked-- but it's never been like this, it's never mattered so much. Suddenly all Eliot wants is to force himself so deeply back into this beautiful man's throat that he can see him choking around the thickness of him. It's a deeply disturbing thought, but he can't help what a fucked up and sexually deviant person he's become over the years. So, he does the opposite and denies his nature. He doesn't bite, scratch or pull at Quentin's hair. He works his hips gently, and with thought, breathing in sharp quivering pants to keep himself as sane as possible.]
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Date: 2023-03-05 07:34 pm (UTC)Oh yes this was a perilous climb and Eliot has already scaled the cliff and was ready to fly of the precipice. He watched as Q left his mouth with a sigh, and wandered down his lithe body, dropping eloquent speeches with his mouth along Eliot's body. With each and every touch, the elder arched and shivered. He knew what was coming and was now so very helpless to stop it. He'd agreed to his ultimate destruction. The desimation of every wall he kept errected so very carefully around his heart.]
Dear fuck, Q. Just do it already.
[Anxiety flooded him as he watched those beautiful eyes, and luscious lips-- that mouth that breathed a hurricane of moisture around the tip of his cock. Already it leaked, and beaded up silver white fluid at the head as it waited for Quentin's pink little tongue to tease across it. By every god in heaven did he know how to tease. Eliot's hands fist the bed, in order to save Quentin's hair for now. He can't help the quick jerk of his hips as they push up into the willing cavern that settles around his cock.
It's not that it's been ages since he's had his dick sucked-- but it's never been like this, it's never mattered so much. Suddenly all Eliot wants is to force himself so deeply back into this beautiful man's throat that he can see him choking around the thickness of him. It's a deeply disturbing thought, but he can't help what a fucked up and sexually deviant person he's become over the years. So, he does the opposite and denies his nature. He doesn't bite, scratch or pull at Quentin's hair. He works his hips gently, and with thought, breathing in sharp quivering pants to keep himself as sane as possible.]