[A small buzz began to sound in Eliot's head and grew louder with each passing second that Quentin didn't jump up and bolt away in the opposite direction. Why didn't he run as far from this as he could. There was way too much riding on this, but fuck if Eliot could remember what when Quentin pulled him in closer.
This boldness, it was Eliot's job, and yet as usual he was fucking it up. Why did he always run away when the good stuff lay within reach? Something in his brain clicked over and maybe, for this one time it could work. There was a fucking beast running around walking through mirrors and hurting people, and who knew what else-- but this little thing. It had possibilities.
Tipping his head up, he nodded. He kept his lips shut for once in his goddamn life and didn't say a word. It was a freaking hallelujah moment. Nothing was said until Quentin's finger traveled over the head of his straining cock. It wept with joy at that touch, and stained the edges of his boxers with something beyond jello. Moaning between them, Eliot swallowed again and breathed out Quentin's name. A single eternity all written in the sound of one name.]
Okay. To my room. I want you to know that this isn't a drunken one night stand though. I can't make it that. Not this time.
[He huffed. He wished that he didn't have to be so fucking serious or sober right now. Who was this person taking over Eliot Waugh and what had he done with the original? Bring back the party animal and make this the drunken night of revelry that this was supposed to be. Tipping his head forward, he did what he'd been dreaming of doing for way too long and he brushed his mouth against Quentin's. It was barely a kiss, but he stole it before pulling away and forcing his cock back in his pants with a serious groan.]
Fuck pants. I really hate these things. This is why I wear robes to half these parties. I wore pants because I didn't think. You. [He gazed at Q now, and shook his head with a brilliant smile] are far more the devil than I ever thought. Come. Now.
[Eliot ran his hand down Quentin's chest and palmed along Quentin's cock fingering over the tip and pumped it a few times through the boxers, making sure it was achingly happy as well. Oh yes, Eliot is the devil. He then pushed it back away into those fun Filory boxers and helped the magician zip it up as well. With the quickness of a jackrabbit, Eliot stole Q's hand in his and it was up to his room, shoving the door shut and locked as fast as humanly possible. The shots lay forgotten on a stand as he began to strip back down-- this time he didn't hold back, pants, underwear, they all went.]
I thought I'd never be out of those clothes. You now. Naked.
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.]
[For the millionth time, Eliot shook his head as Quentin discounted himself. He knew that this nerd was something more, something beyond that. Maybe his hair was half-kept and strangled, and he wore clocks on his boxers but he had wound this perfectly practiced, story built and well maintained magician around his tiny little finger from the second Eliot read Quentin's name from that little card on the first day they saw one another.
Sure, he could wear a robe, and perhaps he could build a magic drink like nobodies business, but who the fuck cared in the grand scheme of things. Margo was his ride or die, but she'd never be the high priestess of his heart. She couldn't be. He needed a commander. A wand as Q so delicately put it to match his own. If that's how anyone wanted to say it these days. Yes, he was bisexual, but he needed a man to love. It was obvious to anyone who knew Eliot first hand.
They weren't talking about love here or anything, but a knob polish. Damn. Way to get ahead of the ballgame Eliot. It must be that red jello-shot. He was not taking another one of those. He was going orange all the way next time. Laughing at the way Quentin stared at him now that he was fully naked and very violently exposed. El- pushed his lips together and just nodded.
He took a few precarious steps toward Quentin now that they both stood there rather naked and bare. Eliot could feel his breath catching in his lungs. One moment it was there and the next it wasn't. Was it hot, or cold in here. Being as bold as he knew he should, he reached out and once more rubbed his thumb over the tip of Q's very straight and proud cock. His eyes marveled at the sight, even as his stomach flipped.]
I'd stay that yours is rather impressive as well, magician. Do you really want another shot, or should I start something else.
[He continued to swirl his finger around and around in the dampness before spreading it down, and then up again with his hand. Another step brought their bodies together flush, and he could lean in so that their lips were barely touching.]
I was thinking about trying orange, or we could forgo it just for the taste of each other.
[Eliot's other hand rested on Quentin's hip, and finally his brain began to blank as the older magician began to feel and fall into the moment. Fingers edged up on point, and became nails that lightly raked downward to grip Quentin's ass and pull him in closer, so that there was barely enough room for his other hand to maneuver and continue to slowly grind up and down along Q's full cock.]
[ 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. ]
[That moan was the most melodious thing that Eliot had heard in months, and this magician had listened to quite a bit of very good music. Nothing compared to the ring and the way it stole into the tiny recesses of Eliot's subconscious filling out places that hadn't been caressed in years and turning him into the very jello he'd been so interested only a few hours ago. It also bled across his skin like the finest lamb's wool, soft and silken, making him want to yank the other male into him and take him right then and there.
Words broke through a stark revelation against the thought process he had begun, and there they were. Quentin wanted to get drunk on him, on the seed of his body. He wanted to drain him dry until there was nothing but white hot pleasure burning behind his eyelids. Fuck the littlest hayseeds themselves. Dreams do come true Margaret.] ...and I want you.
[These were all the words that were available to Eliot before his mouth was taken up with the hungry desperation of a starving wolf, maybe a future fox gone rogue and come over to the darkside for way more than cookies this time. Eliot wrapped Quentin in his arms, dropping the erection he held with such sway in his hand and anxiously touched as much of Q's body as he could as they kissed.
Tongues chased one another, and fucked as their bodies wanted to later on, eager to take and give, to taste as much as possible of the other person without leaving this simple cavity where words were spoken without sound, and promises that could never be spoken were etched out in granite contracts.
Eliot knew from Quentin's touch, from the way he kissed that this was more, and that the other really wanted this, and so he fell back to his bed and pulled the other with him, fingers gripping shoulders and reaching up to stroke along and through long strands of light brown hair.]
I want your mouth on me. Show me how much you can take. Let me fuck that pretty little thing.
[ Q would have replied to those words but that next kiss stole any chance too- not that he really minded such a thing since it was the sort of kiss that damn near took his breath away. Not that he didn't give as good as he got, kissing and nipping back with the same hunger that seemed to run through every inch of his body right now. His tongue flicked and teased against the others even as those hands left his cock, which caused a small whimper to escape the long-haired magician. Still, the others hands running over his naked body just felt as good, as perfect as those kisses. The others words danced in his head. "Let me fuck that pretty thing" felt like something he'd think about to jerk off in the shower. God knows he would now anyway.
There's no hesitation when the other pulls him to the bed like that, his body brushing over Eliots for a moment before he shifts up, his head tilting into that hand as it teases along his long hair. A shy smirk dancing along on his face as a hand curls around the base of Eliot's impressive cock again, peering down at it adoringly before his eyes flicked back up to the other face.]
You're really gonna make it a challenge, huh? Look at this thing. Heh. Fuck it as hard as you want, El. Claim it.
[ The words flowed easily as he moved, shifting his body with a surprising amount of grace considering he was normally...well, not that. His head lowered to place a few kisses on Eliot's chest as his body shifted down the bed till he rested between the other legs. His head tilted up to the other as he made a show of tapping the others cock against his cheek, his eyes fluttering with a soft moan at the sheer weight of it. His tongue peeked out to drag up alongside the underside of Eliot's cock sluttly. He was clearly putting on a show of the other as he brushed that same tongue around the sensitive head before finally, finally parting his lips to take it between his lips with a greedy little moan at that taste of his friend. ]
[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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This boldness, it was Eliot's job, and yet as usual he was fucking it up. Why did he always run away when the good stuff lay within reach? Something in his brain clicked over and maybe, for this one time it could work. There was a fucking beast running around walking through mirrors and hurting people, and who knew what else-- but this little thing. It had possibilities.
Tipping his head up, he nodded. He kept his lips shut for once in his goddamn life and didn't say a word. It was a freaking hallelujah moment. Nothing was said until Quentin's finger traveled over the head of his straining cock. It wept with joy at that touch, and stained the edges of his boxers with something beyond jello. Moaning between them, Eliot swallowed again and breathed out Quentin's name. A single eternity all written in the sound of one name.]
Okay. To my room. I want you to know that this isn't a drunken one night stand though. I can't make it that. Not this time.
[He huffed. He wished that he didn't have to be so fucking serious or sober right now. Who was this person taking over Eliot Waugh and what had he done with the original? Bring back the party animal and make this the drunken night of revelry that this was supposed to be. Tipping his head forward, he did what he'd been dreaming of doing for way too long and he brushed his mouth against Quentin's. It was barely a kiss, but he stole it before pulling away and forcing his cock back in his pants with a serious groan.]
Fuck pants. I really hate these things. This is why I wear robes to half these parties. I wore pants because I didn't think. You. [He gazed at Q now, and shook his head with a brilliant smile] are far more the devil than I ever thought. Come. Now.
[Eliot ran his hand down Quentin's chest and palmed along Quentin's cock fingering over the tip and pumped it a few times through the boxers, making sure it was achingly happy as well. Oh yes, Eliot is the devil. He then pushed it back away into those fun Filory boxers and helped the magician zip it up as well. With the quickness of a jackrabbit, Eliot stole Q's hand in his and it was up to his room, shoving the door shut and locked as fast as humanly possible. The shots lay forgotten on a stand as he began to strip back down-- this time he didn't hold back, pants, underwear, they all went.]
I thought I'd never be out of those clothes. You now. Naked.
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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.
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Sure, he could wear a robe, and perhaps he could build a magic drink like nobodies business, but who the fuck cared in the grand scheme of things. Margo was his ride or die, but she'd never be the high priestess of his heart. She couldn't be. He needed a commander. A wand as Q so delicately put it to match his own. If that's how anyone wanted to say it these days. Yes, he was bisexual, but he needed a man to love. It was obvious to anyone who knew Eliot first hand.
They weren't talking about love here or anything, but a knob polish. Damn. Way to get ahead of the ballgame Eliot. It must be that red jello-shot. He was not taking another one of those. He was going orange all the way next time. Laughing at the way Quentin stared at him now that he was fully naked and very violently exposed. El- pushed his lips together and just nodded.
He took a few precarious steps toward Quentin now that they both stood there rather naked and bare. Eliot could feel his breath catching in his lungs. One moment it was there and the next it wasn't. Was it hot, or cold in here. Being as bold as he knew he should, he reached out and once more rubbed his thumb over the tip of Q's very straight and proud cock. His eyes marveled at the sight, even as his stomach flipped.]
I'd stay that yours is rather impressive as well, magician. Do you really want another shot, or should I start something else.
[He continued to swirl his finger around and around in the dampness before spreading it down, and then up again with his hand. Another step brought their bodies together flush, and he could lean in so that their lips were barely touching.]
I was thinking about trying orange, or we could forgo it just for the taste of each other.
[Eliot's other hand rested on Quentin's hip, and finally his brain began to blank as the older magician began to feel and fall into the moment. Fingers edged up on point, and became nails that lightly raked downward to grip Quentin's ass and pull him in closer, so that there was barely enough room for his other hand to maneuver and continue to slowly grind up and down along Q's full cock.]
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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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Words broke through a stark revelation against the thought process he had begun, and there they were. Quentin wanted to get drunk on him, on the seed of his body. He wanted to drain him dry until there was nothing but white hot pleasure burning behind his eyelids. Fuck the littlest hayseeds themselves. Dreams do come true Margaret.] ...and I want you.
[These were all the words that were available to Eliot before his mouth was taken up with the hungry desperation of a starving wolf, maybe a future fox gone rogue and come over to the darkside for way more than cookies this time. Eliot wrapped Quentin in his arms, dropping the erection he held with such sway in his hand and anxiously touched as much of Q's body as he could as they kissed.
Tongues chased one another, and fucked as their bodies wanted to later on, eager to take and give, to taste as much as possible of the other person without leaving this simple cavity where words were spoken without sound, and promises that could never be spoken were etched out in granite contracts.
Eliot knew from Quentin's touch, from the way he kissed that this was more, and that the other really wanted this, and so he fell back to his bed and pulled the other with him, fingers gripping shoulders and reaching up to stroke along and through long strands of light brown hair.]
I want your mouth on me. Show me how much you can take. Let me fuck that pretty little thing.
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There's no hesitation when the other pulls him to the bed like that, his body brushing over Eliots for a moment before he shifts up, his head tilting into that hand as it teases along his long hair. A shy smirk dancing along on his face as a hand curls around the base of Eliot's impressive cock again, peering down at it adoringly before his eyes flicked back up to the other face.]
You're really gonna make it a challenge, huh? Look at this thing. Heh. Fuck it as hard as you want, El. Claim it.
[ The words flowed easily as he moved, shifting his body with a surprising amount of grace considering he was normally...well, not that. His head lowered to place a few kisses on Eliot's chest as his body shifted down the bed till he rested between the other legs. His head tilted up to the other as he made a show of tapping the others cock against his cheek, his eyes fluttering with a soft moan at the sheer weight of it. His tongue peeked out to drag up alongside the underside of Eliot's cock sluttly. He was clearly putting on a show of the other as he brushed that same tongue around the sensitive head before finally, finally parting his lips to take it between his lips with a greedy little moan at that taste of his friend. ]
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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.]