[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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Date: 2023-01-24 12:13 am (UTC)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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Date: 2023-03-05 06:21 am (UTC)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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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.]