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[When Yule rolled around, an irritated pixie delivered a bottle of excellent Lionett Vineyards wine, a small sack of coin, along with a note.]

Happy Yule, Quentin! You can stay.
-Beauregard

When Eliot woke up in the morning he was happy to find not only that Q was in bed next to him, but that his slow, even breathing indicated that he was still asleep. Better still, he was on his stomach, head turned to the side, a sweet, peaceful expression on his face.

Eliot took a moment to admire his boy, brushing a lock of hair out of his face and kissing his forehead, but there was no time to linger as far as he was concerned. He had Important Business to attend to. Reaching for the lube he'd left on the nightstand last night, confident as the was that he was going to be the one to win this little race. With one hand pinning Quentin's gently to prevent any, mm, missteps, he kissed his shoulder, slicking two fingers and pushing first one, then a second, inside of him while he slept.

As expected, Quentin had gotten to Eliot's from work and been pretty well wiped, only really up for some sleepy kisses and Eliot rubbing his back a little, and even that felt almost wildly decadent. He was sleeping soundly, arms up over his head on the pillow and holding onto the top of it, one over the other. He hadn't, like, intentionally fallen asleep that way, but he wouldn't blame Eliot for taking the opportunity presented.

The first finger made his forehead draw in a little and a small noise emit from his throat, shifting slightly as he started to wake. The second had his eyes blinking open, squinting as he tried to figure out what was happening.

"Good morning, baby," Eliot said, curling his fingers up, just as casual and pleasant as though this was a normal, everyday occurrence. "How was your sleep?" pressing a kiss to his shoulder, angling his fingers just so.

Quentin closed his eyes again and inhaled, shifting a little where he was. If Eliot would let him, he rolled onto his side so his back was up against Eliot, prime cuddlefucking position. Eliot could hold his hands in front of him easily enough, and he wanted to stay in this bubble of sleepy safety.

Eliot smiled, adjusting accordingly. Quentin's hands were still pinned, but it was more like he was just holding him, not pinning him, allowing him to feel safe and secure while Eliot fucked him with his fingers.

Quentin could almost go back to sleep like this. The fingers didn't really feel like much, yet, his body taking its time to get with the program, but that was kind of okay. His dick really didn't need to be hard for this, did it? It felt good in a mental way.

Eliot was happy to stay like this for a little while, but soon enough he got bored. he withdrew his fingers for a moment, just long enough to slick a third finger, pressing it inside of him as he kissed his shoulder.

Quentin sighed at that, laying his head back against Eliot's shoulder, then turning to nuzzle into his neck, giving it some light kisses. He seemed content to be used any way Eliot desired this morning.

"What a good boy," Eliot murmured. He curled his fingers up again, but his goal had shifted and was now to get Quentin stretched so he could fuck him. "So so good for me."

Quentin sighed again and arched his back to push on those fingers a little. He bent his leg up to give Eliot more room to work, space to get him slick and easy and open. Quentin seemed pretty content with it, horny or otherwise.

Eliot worked him open with his fingers for a bit longer, kissing him wherever he could reach. Eventually he decided that Q was ready, and sweetly kissed his shoulder as he withdrew his fingers. "I'm going to fuck you now, baby," he murmured.

Quentin made a little sad noise when the fingers pulled out but nodded against Eliot's shoulder, waiting for it. His body was starting to take interest, though maybe not as much as it normally would by this time. He was just having a nice, chill time.

As far as Eliot was concerned, Quentin deserved a nice chill time, and he was more than happy to give it to him. he let his pinned hands go so that he could hold Q's hips as he pushed into him. "Fuck," he breathed. "God, fuck, you feel incredible."

"Daddy," Quentin sighed as Eliot pushed into him, kissing at his neck again, one freed hand coming up to the side of his neck, more just to touch him than for any kind of control or grab. Eliot pressed all along his back and he still wanted more contact.

The word made Eliot shiver, and he gripped Quentin's hips just to hold him tighter as he rolled into him. "Good boy," he said, a little breathless. "Fuck."

Now it was waking him the fuck up, cock hardening where it had dangled against his thigh, his breathing picking up as that hand on Eliot's neck started to clutch. "Daddy," he moaned again, still sleepy and fuzzy, but with a lot more urgency and pleasure now.

"God, fuck, you're a good boy, such a good boy for daddy." Eliot's thrusts were hard and fast now, breathing starting to pick up.

Quentin was less hype than Eliot, but he was panting and arching his back, starting to shake a little as he got pounded so well. "Don't stop," he whispered, free hand groping around for Eliot's because he needed something to hold onto if he wasn't going to touch himself, hard and needy now.

He was so hot. Eliot caught Quentin's hands, holding them, pinning them so he wouldn't touch himself, pressing a kiss to his shoulder as he moved inside of him.

"Daddy," he breathed again, holding Eliot's hands tight. They were gonna have to do something to get him off after, he couldn't come without touching and he was too horny to just let it fade now (and he definitely wasn't ready for denial), but for now it felt good to lay here and let Eliot fuck him, feel him getting himself off.

"You're a good little fucktoy," Eliot said breathlessly. He was impossibly turned on bythis, going to come far faster than he'd like, but it was just all so good. "Fuck, you feel so good."

Hmm, that was an idea to explore later, and not one Quentin was sure he liked, but it wasn't enough to really bother him in the moment. "Talk to me," he gasped out. "Tell me I'm, I'm..." Quentin didn't even know what he wanted to be, his still half-asleep brain trying to think through the haze.

"You feel so good," Eliot growled. "So tight and hot, fuck, baby boy. you're so good, you're gonna make me come, fuck, I'm so close." and he was, movements already erratic.

Quentin nodded desperately, clutching Eliot's hands tightly. "Come, come, please..." He was hard as hell and leaking, desperate for Eliot to finish so he could be touched.

That was enough to push him over the edge, gasping Quentin's name, pushing into him hard and fast as he rode out the orgasm before finally slumping against him, kissing his shoulder. "Give me a second to catch my breath and then I'll take care of this." tracing a finger over Quentin's erection.

Quentin whimpered and his hips bucked into the bare touch, needy and desperate. "Please," he whispered, even though he was pretty sure he'd just die of pleasure if Eliot kept that up.

Eliot's curiosity was piqued and he decided he was going to tease a little bit longer. Quentin had so far been pretty good about letting him know what he liked and didn't, so he traced his finger over the length of Q's cock again, teasing, but with the promise of follow through.

The touch had Quentin shaking, and he made another desperate, drawn-out noise, clutching harder at the hand still holding his. "Daddy," he whispered again, hips arching even as his shoulders moved back, trying to get his body closer to Eliot's.

Eliot pressed as close to him as he could, still teasing him with just that one finger but with a little more pressure, a hint of what was to come.

"Daddy, daddy, Eliot," he whimpered, pretty sure he was going to die and loving it. It would be easy to make teasing like this unbearable, for it to be painful and frustrating, but Eliot had the balance exactly right. "Talk, please, talk," he gasped, needing that voice in his ear turning him on, making this so much hotter.

For some reason, Quentin begging him to talk was the hottest thing ever. he gently bit down on his ear, voice low as he spoke, adding a second finger to the teasing. "You're so incredibly gorgeous," he murmured. "Your cock is perfect, you're perfect. i bet it feels so good to let daddy tease you, doesn't it?"

Quentin nodded frantically, able to feel how wet he was getting. His dick actually hurt a bit now, he was so hard and so needy, but it wasn't anywhere near enough to overwhelm the pleasure, not yet. "Eliot," he moaned again, not sure he knew any other words at this point.

With one finger, Eliot traced over the tip of Quentin's cock, spreading the wet around. "You tell me if it gets too much," he instructed. "I'll take care of you."

Eliot's finger sliding over the tip made Quentin gasp and jerk, but he nodded frantically, indicating that he understood. "You, you, you, daddy, good," he whined, having trouble putting together a sentence, but still at least managing English words.

"You want more, baby boy?" he brushed his whole hand over Quentin's cock, a fleeting touch, before focusing on the tip again. "Do you want daddy to let you come?"

Quentin shook his head, just as frantic as his nods. He wanted to come eventually, maybe soon, but this felt too good to let go of yet.

"Good boy." Eliot kissed his shoulder, still just gently, lightly working over his cock, paying special attention to the areas he knew Q was especially sensitive.

Eventually, it was too much, the pressure was too much and Quentin couldn't handle it anymore. He was wet all over, he could feel his pulse in his cock and the head was bright red with need. "Daddy, please," he gasped. "I need, I need, please, please, make me..."

Eliot smirked, kissing Quentin's shoulder as he wrapped his hand around him, strokes firm, his thumb brushing against the head as he worked him. "That's it," he said sweetly, "Come for daddy."

Quentin was so worked up that it only took seconds before he cried out, hips fucking into Eliot's hand desperately as orgasm ripped through him, the intensity of it blinding.

Eliot held him through it, letting him ride it out, praising him the whole time, making sure he knew what a good boy he was. when he'd ridden it out, Eliot flipped him around so he could kiss him, run his hands over his back.

Quentin was kind of a useless lump at this point, panting against Eliot's mouth as he tried to catch his breath, but he at least let himself be moved and...tried to kiss back, with limited success.

"You doing okay?" Eliot asked, brushing a bit of hair out of Quentin's eyes. "focus on your breathing, baby boy."

Quentin nodded and put his face in Eliot's neck, cuddling close as he caught his breath. Emotionally he felt fine and good, he was just taking his time to get level again. Eliot would too if he'd just come that hard.

Eliot totally understood it, letting him come down, petting his hair sweetly. "You're such a good boy," he purred. "You did so good."

Quentin hummed and shivered a little. After a minute, he lifted up for a kiss, participating a little better this time. He was definitely awake, and a little horny over having gotten a cock inside him before he'd even had a coherent thought.

Eliot captured his lips in a kiss, cupping his face in his hands, pouring all his love and affection into it.

Quentin kissed back, accepting but not passive. When the kiss ended he flopped onto his back a bit, letting his head fall back on the pillow to stare at the ceiling.

"Jesus."

Eliot giggled, flopping next to him with a grin on his face. "Pretty good way to wake up, huh?"

"That better be setting the tone for the rest of the day," Quentin said with a grin, nudging Eliot lazily. Really more of a kind of arm twitch, of the arm that Eliot was kinda laying on.

"Hope so." Eliot moved to free Quentin's trapped arm. "i don't have anything else to do but lay here and make you feel good if you don't."

For no good reason, that made Quentin blush a little. "Um, no, no plans," he said. "No work either, not for a few days."

"Good." Eliot leaned in to kiss him again. "i have a lot of plans for you, Coldwater. are you hungry?"

Quentin looked deeply interested in these plans, but he restrained himself. He nodded. “Yeah, a little. I can wait a bit, but yeah.”

Eliot smirked. he propped himself up on an elbow, studying quentin. "Maybe we'll get to the rimming," he suggested, just as casually as if he were discussing them going on a boat ride back at Brakebills.

“For breakfast?” he asked innocently. He knew that was not what Eliot meant, but he left it open, didn’t he?

Eliot looked him up and down. "Well," he said. "i don't think there's a single thing in this castle that would be more appetizing."

This was why Quentin never tried to be smooth, people were always turning it back on him. Jesus. “Um, well.” Fuck. “Probably not very nutritious.”

"Hmmm." Eliot considered this. "You're right, I need to keep my energy up for this. Damn you, Coldwater. Logic wins again." He rolled so he was straddling Q's hips, kissing him anywhere he could reach, playful.

Quentin tried to defend for a minute, laughing, then just played dead, tongue hanging out of his mouth for effect.

Eliot laughed. "Nooooooo!" he said, dramatically draping himself over Quentin's chest. "I'll try CPR, don't die on me, Quentin!" kissing him hard, cupping his face in his hands.

Quentin giggled, muffled against Eliot’s mouth, but then kissed him back, filthy and open mouthed. There was plenty they could do with some food in them.

Eliot sighed into the kiss, hands tangling in Quentin's hair. He pushed his hips down against Q's and then pulled back. "okay okay, if we're going to eat I need to stop."

"Let's stop then," Quentin agreed, because he was pretty hungry. He waited for Eliot to get off him, then sat up and stretched with a big yawn. "Um, I want to stop by my room and get some clothes and stuff, since I only have last night's work clothes."

Eliot leaned in to kiss him again, then nodded. "Yeah, okay. I'll go get us some food and I'll pick you up from your room?" he was grinning, finding the idea of picking Quentin up unbearably thrilling in some strange way, as if they were going to go on a date. "Any requests?"

"That works," Quentin agreed, grabbing his jeans off the floor. Maybe he'd hit the baths on the way for a quick scrub. Be nice and clean for whatever Eliot intended to do to him. "Not really, just whatever."

"Okay," Eliot said, agreeable enough. He found a pair of soft pants and his robe, since there was no point in getting dressed. The baths would probably be a stop for him, too--no point in not completing his morning routine. "Let me walk you back?" Holding out a hand for Quentin.

Quentin had just finished tying his hair out of his face with a little strip of leather in his pocket. He blushed at the offered hand, but took it with a little crinkly-eyed smile, letting Eliot lead him out.

Eliot took a moment to just admire Quentin, especially when he smiled and his eyes crinkled. He gave his hand a squeeze, walking him back to his room. Once they were at the door, he gave Quentin a quick kiss, his hand lingering on his waist for a moment. "I'll come pick you up in an hour or so?"

"That long?" he asked, smiling again, but he kissed Eliot once more, having to pull him down a little, and then went inside.

Quentin washed himself, put on clean clothes, and came out of his room when Eliot knocked with a messenger bag over his shoulder. "Back to your place, yeah?" he asked.

Eliot, his hair damp and curling around his ears, came to Quentin's door with an armful of various containers. "Yeah, back to my place." He leaned in to kiss Q's cheek. "Mmm, you smell nice." Offering him his free hand once more.

Quentin ate, though not excessively, not wanting to feel too full for whatever Eliot had planned. He set down the bag somewhere close to the bed, acutely aware of what was in it, but trying not to give anything away. It was fine, it was all fine, Eliot would get curious eventually.

Eliot also only ate a little, enough that he knew he wouldn't crash later. He probably wouldn't have even noticed the bag, except that he nearly tripped on it when he cleared plates away from the bed to make more room for activities. "IS that just your clothes?" he asked, moving in to kiss him. "Can I move it?"

"Oh, um, yeah," Quentin agreed. "Just clothes." It was probably stupid anyway.

Eliot gave him a look that suggested that he knew this was fake, and that he didn't believe it. "Baby," he said, gently unfastening Quentin's ponytail and running his fingers through his hair. "Tell me what's in the bag."

Quentin...shrank into himself a little, a blush spreading up his neck. "Um. Other stuff too."

"Don't be shy." Eliot held him in place with a steady hand on the back of his neck. "You can tell me, or I can find out later, if you'd rather that."

Quentin licked his lips. "Um, hand it to me?" he asked, reaching out for it. Show would be easier than tell.

Eliot leaned over the side of the bed, handing Q the bag and looking at him expectantly, like an excited kid waiting to see what was in a birthday gift.

Quentin dug past a set of clothes or two -- a soft set for sleep and another set, so he could maybe leave one here, if this was going to be a thing -- and pulled out a small bag, the contents of which was...lumpy? He set the messenger bag down on the floor, more out of the way this time, then pulled open the drawstring of the smaller bag and handed it over.

Inside was a set of plugs, black and rubbery, clearly the same in style, but different sizes.

"It's stupid," Quentin said, sitting back on his hands and shaking his head. "I just thought...I don't know."

Eliot didn't think this was stupid. On the contrary, his eyes lit up, considering all the possibilities these held. "You had these before, right?" he said, picking one up and studying them. "Even though you can take my cock now..." he reached for the smallest of them. "...I think these'll still be fun. This one, for example, you could probably wear now, til I'm ready to fuck you? That'd be fun."

"They're the ones I told you about," he said, nodding. "I remembered how much you liked hearing about them, so..."

Quentin licked his lips, feeling flushed for a different reason, and nodded. "Yeah. Maybe. Guess we'll find out."

"Guess we will," Eliot agreed. "Get on your hands and knees for me?"

Quentin took a breath, then got up, undoing his jeans. He got back up on the bed with them sitting loose around his hips, so Eliot could get them off him. He knew Eliot was into undressing him like that.

He leaned in, kissed Quentin's shoulder to show his approval for Quentin letting him undress him, slowly sliding his jeans down, kissing his way over the exposed skin. reaching for the lube, he slicked the toy, sliding it slowly into him. "Okay?"

The toy wasn't all that much bigger than a finger, so it was easy enough to take. Quentin nodded. "Yeah, it's fine."

"Good." Pleased, Eliot rolled Quentin over so he was facing him, straddling his hips and kissing him hard.

It was a little awkward, with his shirt still on and pants around his knees, but Quentin went with it, kissing back as he gave a little wiggle, feeling how the plug moved. The answer was not that much, he could almost forget it was there, but knowing about it was nice.

Eliot would get to the undressing eventually. he kissed Quentin a little longer, cupping his face in his hands before finally starting to get him out of his clothes, kissing all over his chest.

Quentin sighed, laying back and letting Eliot do his thing, just moving when he was nudged. It was nice to just chill for a minute, enjoy the feeling of Eliot's lips over his skin. It was both familiar and new at the same time, exciting and comforting. The dissonance might have been more jarring if he weren't so relaxed. One hand came up to Eliot's head, fingers stroking happily through his hair.

Relaxed Quentin was Eliot's favorite. It relaxed him, too, made him feel like everything in the world was good and where it was supposed to be. Quentin in general did that, really--just being near him and being close to him--but relaxed Quentin was a whole other thing. He left gentle nips and bites all over Q's chest, then set to work on his pants, continuing his trail of kisses there.

Quentin kept his hand in Eliot's hair just for the sake of petting him. He hummed lightly as Eliot went for the pants, then grinned and kicked lightly at him, not enough to do more than tap him, but enough to make it hard to get the pants off.

"Hey." Eliot's eyes glinted and he stopped, giving Q a warning look, pinning his hands above his head. "Stop that."

Oh, well. Quentin couldn't resist a challenge like that. He squirmed a little. "And what if I don't?"

Eliot's hand on Quentin's wrist tightened. "Then I'm going to have to punish you." His voice was low and growly, and he leaned down to kiss Quentin's abdomen again, trying to gauge how he'd react.

"Yeah?" Quentin asked, interest obvious on his face, voice gone a little breathless. He was acutely aware of how close Eliot was to his cock. "How would you do that?"

"Flip you over onto your back, spank you, then maybe tease your dick with one finger like I was this morning but this time not letting you come." Eliot shrugged. "Fuck around and find out, I guess."

Hmm, the teasing had felt amazing. But honestly, that sounded like a lot of effort right now, so Quentin just laughed and drew Eliot up to kiss him. He just liked this man a whole bunch.

Eliot was happy to just lay and kiss for awhile, stroking his hair, pouring his heart and soul into it. He liked this man a whole bunch, too.

Eventually though he was bored with that and he pulled back to study Quentin's face. "You," he declared, "Look like you need to get fucked again."

Quentin was looking soft and lazy as Eliot pulled back, licking his lips. Just making out, naked with a toy inside him, felt good. His mouth quirked into a little smile at that. "You look like you need to fuck me again," he agreed, leaning up for another kiss.

Eliot was pretty sure he'd never been happier, but now it was business time. he flipped Q over into his stomach, pressing kisses all down his back, pulling the plug out slowly.

Quentin folded his arms under his head, sighing and relaxing as Eliot played with the plug. He shifted his legs to hitch his hips up a little, presenting his ass better.

Eliot kissed his shoulder, pleased with him. Eventually he took the toy out, picking up the biggest one, studying it. "I bet you could take this," he said idly.

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Quentin looked back with a motion to toss his hair out of his face. "I have before," he said, setting his head back down. "That's the one I told you about." He was trying not to blush, which had obviously never worked for anyone, ever.

Eliot kissed him soundly, and then, without another word pinned him in place, first with his hand and then--lighter, so as not to hurt him, but it was temporary anyway--with his knee as he slicked the plug with lube, slowly working it inside of Quentin.

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Going from the smallest plug to the largest without fingers between was a pretty big jump, Eliot was going to be working at it for a few minutes. Quentin just put his face in the pillow and focused on breathing, relaxing around the intrusion that his body wanted to fight.

It was more fun this way, as far as Eliot was concerned--working it in a little bit at a time, watching Quentin's reactions. "You're okay," he assured him, voice low, kind. "I've got you, baby boy. You're doing amazing."

The praise made it better, made Quentin exhale shakily and spread his legs a little more. He brought one arm down, fitting it in under his hip to play with himself a bit, help himself relax faster. The stretch of his hole felt good, a touch painful, but sometimes pain was nice.

"Are you touching yourself, baby?" it was clear from Eliot's tone that he was pleased. "Does that feel so good?" he was almost all the way to the widest part now, but he wasn't in any hurry, deciding to stay where he was a bit longer, just enjoy playing with Q.

Quentin sighed contently and nodded, more gently playing with his cock than really jerking it, but it was enough to feel good, send these little waves of pleasure through his body. "Take it out a little," he suggested. "Move it back and forth." He'd learned from experience that when things were tense, just backing up an inch or two and then pressing in slowly again would often make some progress, giving his hole a chance to relax.

"Like this?" Eliot asked, doing as he was told, wiggling it around a little bit. Quentin was still pinned, but he was a little more relaxed about it. They had all the time in the word--nothing about this was urgent right now.

Eliot would find it a little easier to press back in to the same point, and a little further, after moving it around, making Quentin sigh happily. "Yeah, that's good," he murmured, giving himself a squeeze. "God, that's so good."

Eliot grinned. That was what he liked to hear. "I want to make my baby feel good," he said gently, brushing Quentin's hair away from his neck to kiss him, pushing it in a bit further than before now.

Quentin shivered and arched for it, pushing his hips back a little, but not enough for it to slip all the way in, not yet. He groaned a little, craving it, that pop in and settling. "Please, come on, fuck me..."

"Say it again." Eliot's body filled with warmth. "Say it again for me, baby boy, and I will."

Quentin shuddered and gave himself another squeeze. "Please fuck me, Daddy," he breathed, knowing he'd get whatever he wanted.

He was right. Of course. Eliot pushed the plug the rest of the way in, slow, easy, gentle, but definitely with great purpose. "God, fuck you're hot," he laughed. "Fuck, I--you're so goddamn hot." He was moving the toy inside of him a little, still somewhat teasingly.

Quentin let out a desperate sound as the plug finally seated itself, his hole clenching on it a few times, making it feel like it was fucking him. "God, that's so good," he breathed, panting softly as he gave himself a few firm strokes, lifting his hips enough to jerk it properly. He made another needy sound as Eliot played with it, taking a couple of breaths to stay relaxed for the wide part.

Eliot continued playing with it for a little while, letting Quentin play with himself. Once he felt like he was nice and relaxed, he stopped, letting it sit there. "Put your hands on the headboard," he instructed.

Quentin made a little unhappy noise, but he obeyed, shifting and reaching both hands up to hold the edge of the mattress, touching the headboard. Obviously Eliot was planning something, so he waited.

"I promise you it'll be worth it," he assured him, kissing his shoulder, moving the toy a bit inside of him. "Baby, do you think you can be good by yourself or do you need a little extra help?"

"I'm fine," he said, mostly annoyed that Eliot was wasting time talking when he could be fucking Quentin with the plug, he hadn't even pulled it out, made him stretch around the bulb again. "Come on, fuck me," he urged.

"You need to ask properly," Eliot reminded him, although he gave Quentin a little grace, pulling it out, pushing it slowly back in, pressing a kiss to his shoulder.

The feeling of stretching around the wide part made Quentin gasp and shake, and he whimpered as it popped back in. "Please fuck me Daddy," he moaned, too turned on by how good it felt to remember why he'd been annoyed.

"Good boy," Eliot praised, moving the toy more, angling it a bit as he pulled it out and pushed it back in harder.

Quentin muffled a cry in the pillow, turning down into it as the shape and Eliot's control of it made him feel so good. His legs were twitching a little, hips pushing up. His hands came off the headboard for his arms to wrap around the pillow, shoving it down under his neck and chest so he could hold on.

"Good boy," Eliot praised. He continued to fuck quentin like this. his main goal now was to fuck him in a way that made him feel good, move into the rhythms of that pleasure.

Quentin took it for awhile, feeling good and clutching his pillow, but pretty soon it started to overwhelm him. "Stop, stop," he gasped, even as his hips twitched against it.

"Stop for real stop?" Eliot asked. the signals were mixed enough to require clarification, although he did stop moving it. "Do you need me to pull it out or do you just need a minute?"

"Need a minute," Quentin gasped, panting against the bed. "Just leave it in." He'd told Eliot before about how he couldn't fuck himself with it for very long. It was much easier to just take it, but apparently he still had a limit on it before the feeling got overwhelming and turned kind of weird.

"Okay." Eliot kissed his forehead, smoothed back his hair. "Take all the time you need, pretty boy. I'm not going anywhere." he ran his hands over Quentin's back lovingly.

"Come kiss me," Quentin said, shifting to facilitate it. It made the plug move inside him, filling him up, but he just made a little sound of pleasure as he pulled Eliot down to him.

"never gonna say no to that," he agreed, tangling his fingers in Quentin's hair and kissing him sweetly, trying to get as close as he could.

Quentin shifted onto his side and hitched one leg up over Eliot's hip, which made him break the kiss with a desperate sound, but brought his hard, needy cock pressed up against Eliot's stomach. "Fuck," he breathed, and dove back in, his whole body alight with pleasure as he kissed Eliot fervently.

"You feel so good," Eliot murmured, wriggling a little, pulling quentin in even tighter, kissing him harder.

Quentin muffled a needy sound against Eliot's mouth, hips arching to rub against him. Moving at all was kind of a lot, but some good friction on his dick was worth it.

This was enjoyable for awhile, but eventually Eliot was hungry for more and he bit Quentin's lower lip. "You ready to play again?"

Quentin made a whiny noise and tried to kiss him again. While Eliot was just having an enjoyable time, not apparently getting worked up by it, he'd been letting Quentin rut himself stupid. He wanted to come so badly, rubbing on Eliot like he was going to die, leaving a trail of his need across Eliot's skin.

"Oh, baby." He smoothed Quentin's hair, gently rolling him onto his back. While his cock was hard, he definitely had a little more composure left. Gently, teasingly, he began kissing his way over Quentin's body before finally taking the head of his cock in his mouth.

Quentin shivered and shook as Eliot teased him with gentle kisses, crying out and hips bucking when Eliot got his mouth on it. "Please, please daddy," he moaned, a hand fisting tight in Eliot's hair.

Eliot could not have been more pleased with this outcome. he teased the head, still just with the intention of tormenting him and making him crazy, but if he came that would be fun too.

Quentin was arching and writhing under him, crying out, near tears from how bad he needed it. Mindless, he pushed, trying to force Eliot's head down on him, make him do something.

God, Eliot was loving this. he teased a little longer, humming around him, and then finally took the length of him into his mouth, looking up at him through his eyelashes.

It didn't take very long, Quentin came with a gutteral noise, hips pushing up toward Eliot's face, hole clenching hard around the plug and driving him higher. He shook out the aftershocks, only settling back to the bed once he was spent.

Eliot let him ride it out before gently withdrawing the plug and drawing him into his arms. his own cock was desperately hard now, as if now that Quentin's orgasm was done it knew it was his turn, but he had the important job of aftercare first, holding him close and murmuring words of praise.

Quentin let out a little grunt when the plug was removed, wincing a bit at the now-unpleasant tug, but it was fine, it would settle. He let himself be moved and just laid limp and panting in Eliot's arms for a minute. It didn't take too long before his limbs started working again, enough to bring a hand up to wrap around Eliot's cock.

Eliot shivered a little, leaning in to kiss him, slow and sweet. it felt good, the contact and the kissing and the hand on his dick, and he was content to stay like this for now.

Quentin kissed back, letting Eliot lead the mood as his hand worked, stroking slowly, root to tip. It felt good to give pleasure in a low-pressure, easy way. Getting kissed silly while he jerked his boyfriend off was nice.

"Don't stop," he said breathlessly, pushing into Quentin's hand. "Oh, baby, please don't stop."

Quentin licked his lips and leaned up, not stopping, but whispering in Eliot's ear. "I want to give you my mouth," he whispered, already feeling like his throat was far too empty.

Eliot shivered. "Okay," he agreed. "Okay, yes, I want your mouth." as long as it was still warm and a little lazy like this, Eliot was happy with this.

Quentin didn't waste any time, crawling down and getting his lips around it. He didn't really tease like Eliot had -- it didn't really feel like his place, did it? But he bobbed his head slow and easy, using plenty of tongue, not really pushing himself, making it as sweet and slow as everything else.

Eliot rolled his hips up, head falling back against the bed, eyes closed. "baby," he said breathlessly. "god, so good."

Quentin relaxed and let him thrust, arms braced across Eliot's hips so he couldn't thrust too far. It felt good to have his throat taken like this, anyway.

Eliot's breathing was already erratic, and he reached down to grab Quentin's hair, warning him. "Q, baby, I'm gonna come."

Quentin ran his tongue around the head and then pushed down further, so Eliot was nudging at the back of his throat, a clear statement of intent.

Eliot shivered, grasping at Quentin's hair as he came hard, silent, his body trembling then going still, collapsing against the bed.

There was something kind of cute about it? Quentin swallowed, humming contently, and crawled back up, looking pleased with himself. "I think I'm starting to really like doing that," he said, smile crinkling his eyes at the corners.

"God you're so good," Eliot said breathlessly, unable to do anything but kiss Quentin. he couldn't even explain the intensity of it, just that it had been intense. "So good at that."

Quentin kissed back contently, reaching up to run his fingers through Eliot's hair. Having something in his mouth was starting to feel really good, he was kind of starting to crave it, whether a cock or a tongue.

Eliot kissed back, slow and lazy, but let his tongue explore the inside of Quentin's mouth. He felt content, buzzy and relaxed, just enjoying being close to his boy.

Quentin shivered at it, tugging at Eliot's hair a little and shifting up a bit so he was more on top, had a little more control over the movement, which he just used to offer Eliot more access. He was, apprently, feeling pretty into his mouth at the moment.

Eliot made a growly sound into his mouth, kissing him hard, biting at his lower lip. "You're such a slut for your mouth, aren't you?"

Quentin tried not to like, whimper, but that was really the word for that sound, huh? "Um, I guess so," he said, blushing. "I wasn't really, um, sure about sucking dick when I first came here but I guess...I guess I like it."

"Yeah, I guess you do." Eliot smirked. He pulled back, stroking Quentin's chin with his thumb before pushing it inside his mouth.

Quentin made another little whimpery sound, eyes looking needy at Eliot before he closed them, angling his head down a little to suck at that thumb. Not really hard or fast, just a gentle, sweet pressure, soft tongue rolling and pushing against it.

Eliot's eyes fluttered. He allowed himself to enjoy that, just for a bit, before pulling away. He gave Quentin a hungry look, and then moved, picking up the medium plug. "Open your mouth for me, baby boy," he instructed.

Quentin's breath hitched a little when he saw what Eliot had, and his wide eyes came up to Eliot's. But he licked his lips, and swallowed, and opened his mouth, tongue sticking out a little. He knew the toy was clean, but it still felt dirty as hell, and he wanted to be a mouth slut anyway.

And what a good little mouth slut he was. Eliot leaned in to kiss his nose as he placed the toy in Quentin's mouth and then, without any further explanation, began moving around the bed, grabbing a pillow to position Quentin's hips with, laying him down on the bed so his pelvis was resting on the pillow. "Ass up, if you please."

It was kind of humiliating, to have his mouth plugged, but he suspected that was the point. He could settle his teeth behind the bulb and it wasn't uncomfortable, although the tip was just edging toward the back of his throat. Just enough that he had to focus on it, couldn't just relax and suck. He went where Eliot put him, obediently angling his ass up a little.

It was exactly the point, and Eliot would have been pleased to know that it was working. With Quentin positioned, he kissed his way down his spine teasingly.

It felt kind of good, the way it got wider behind his teeth, filling up his mouth, before tapering off. Quentin tried not to dwell too much on the embarrassing part. He focused on breathing through his nose as Eliot teased him, giving a soft little whimper behind the toy.

Eliot continued the slow, teasing kisses for awhile before finally, gently running his tongue over Quentin's hole.

It made Quentin inhale sharply and lift his head abruptly, making him choke on the plug. He reached up to pull it out, coughing a bit until his throat settled, then taking a couple of deep breaths before pushing it back in.

Eliot stifled a laugh. "Good?" he purred, drawing his tongue over it again.

Quentin made a little noise behind the toy. He wasn't really sure yet if it was good or not? He was...deciding, but he definitely needed Eliot to keep going, so he could decide.

Good thing Eliot planned to keep going. He just kept it up, a slow, easy, lazy rhythm, enjoying himself immensely.

It was overwhelming, and after a minute he had to take the plug out again -- it was just too much, trying to focus on that while Eliot did that. He made a couple of needy sounds, pushing up on his elbows like he needed to go somewhere, but another touch of Eliot's tongue had him arching back.

"I, I don't, um, I assume we, fuck, I don't know if, if we ever did this but um I, I..." His babbling was disjointed as hell, trailing into a gasp as Eliot's tongue probed at him, threatening to penetrate him. "Ohhh, fuck, god, no one's, no one's ever..." He trailed off again, hanging his head and panting.

Well. if Eliot had known that, things would have been much different.

"If you need something in your mouth you can put the toy back but don't feel like you have to," Eliot said, hand on the curve of Quentin's ass. "And we didn't, not as far as I know." kissing the cleft of his back before setting back to work, pushing his tongue inside this time.

"Can't," Quentin gasped, shivering at the teasing kiss. "Not with you- oh, god," he moaned, hips pushing desperately into the pillow, seeking any friction on his cock he could get as that tongue finally slid inside him. He was sure he had to be leaking everywhere.

It was too good, and Eliot made a soft sound, his tongue probing inside of Q, his own cock already hard against his stomach.

Quentin let his elbows slides out from under him so he could lay back down, burying his face in the pillow as he pushed into the one under his hips. After a minute one arm came down, pushing back against the pillow to hold it in place, offering better resistance.

Eliot was perfectly happy to let this play out, to keep eating Quentin's ass and letting him grind until he came.

Quentin wasn't bothering with restraint, wasn't trying to think of any reason not to chase this all the way, so after a few minutes of work he groaned deep in his chest as he came against the pillow, hole clenching at Eliot's mouth as he pushed into it hard.

Eliot didn't have any complaints. He kept up what he was doing until Quentin had ridden it out, and then drew back with a lazy grin. "You okay?"

Panting with his mouth open and his eyes closed, Quentin nodded against the pillow. "Uh huh." It probably wasn't even noon and he needed a goddamn nap.

hey babe, you good?? no rush to reply just wanna make sure ♥

[It takes a couple hours, but he manages.]

Yeah. He's back. He's here.

I think I have to call Beau and ask for a couple of days off.

the boat'll be fine and if she gives you shit tell her to call me, I can help them out for a couple days

Yeah. There's not a lot I do that you can't that can't wait a couple days. Okay. I'll tell her, yeah.

buzz me if you need me kay? xoxo

[A little while later:]

We're good, she gave me three days off. I didn't really think she'd give me shit.

I figured she'd understand but yknow sometimes she gets in moods

tho don't we all

At least my moods just make me sleep for three days.

hey at least now you can sleep for three days with ur boo

"sleep"

or whatever

Seriously though, like, thank you? For everything?

[ Saying 'for what' might hurt his feelings but like, Daisy doesn't feel like she did anything worth gratitude. ]

Yeah, of course. You're my friend, dingus.

Well, you're a really good friend. I'm glad I have you.

I am pretty awesome, it's true.

;)

<3

Anyway, I'll see you around. After the next three days.

have fun babe <3

[Following this conversation with Astarion, Max calls up Quentin on the Tomes.]

Hey, are you doing okay?

Oh, hey. Um. Yeah? Why?

[He doesn't look the best he's ever looked, maybe. A little tired, as if he hasn't slept well. Mostly confused though.]

I heard from Astarion that you uh...that he, well. Ate you. And not the sexy way.

He asked me to check and see if you were okay.

Oh. Yeah, he kinda did. Um...yeah, I mean. I'm fine. He took me to the healer and they healed me, so. [Shrug.]

I'm glad to see the healer was able to fix you up. For the most part. Make sure you're drinking a lot of water. That shit will dehydrate you.

[Max can recognize that tired.]

How are you doing with it, you know, emotionally?

Uh, he seemed, like, pretty desperate? And I sort of let him, at first, figuring he obviously needed it, so. Mostly I hope he doesn't get that hungry again, I guess.

He felt pretty fucking bad about it. But, I'm working with him to make sure it won't happen again. It might, I don't know. If you're really not upset about it? It might help if he hears that from you.

So, you're really okay? I mean, accident or not, getting drunk almost to death can be pretty traumatic. I know from experience.

Eh...I mean. Not the first time I've almost died. And I'd have come back. Just have to deal with Eliot being mad.

Speaking of which, have you seen him anywhere? He was gone when I woke up and I can't find him.

I don't love hearing that you've almost died before, but I'm glad you're taking it okay.

No, can't say I've seen him around. If I do, I'll tell him you were looking for him. I'll let you tell the rest.

Ha. Yeah, well. Happens when you're the volunteer tomato.

[A second late, he realizes that doesn't mean much to Max.] ...Long story.

Is it one you feel like telling now? Or do we need drinks for that?

[A bit of a laugh.] Uh, short version, I've technically lived the same year or so about forty times? I only remember one, but apparently I was the one person who kept coming back and playing out, like, the same story every time? A volunteer tomato is that one stubborn tomato vine that keeps coming back and bearing fruit. It volunteers. That's me, apparently.

[He waves. Hi.]

[The exhaustion is kinda clinging to him, muting his usual frenetic energy, but there's still a little of it. Enough to feel like it's still him.]

I, um, really am okay though. I'll talk to Astarion in a couple days, let him, you know. Chill out.

Q i'm booooooooooooooooored

you wanna come get on my dick?

Uh? Pretty sure you don't have one of those

~~oh my god~~ Let's say in theory I did, would you be interested

I mean, I like dicks? And I like you?

uh huh yep all checks what about enchanted strap ons, still down for that

Oh

[right this tracks]

~~Uh,~~ Sure, I'm interested.

you sure? it's cool if it's not your thing

I'm interested.

[He considers trying to say something sexy about it, then decides better to quit while he's ahead.]

I'm off work in like an hour, if you want? Short shift tonight.

works for me boo

see you in a bit 💋

[ That's probably an actual kiss mark on the page, God knows Daisy can't draw for shit. ]

Hello darling,

Have you seen Ms. Nelli's recent message informing of her new salon, Bellissima? There are some, shall we say additional features, that she isn't advertising to the public at large, and I think you might be interested in pursuing them. The lower level of the establishment is a safe and consensual environment for an activity you may wish to consider signing up for. Something you and I have been engaged in recently. Something you enjoyed quite a lot. I do hope that makes it clear enough, but if not, Ms. Nelli has given me leave to speak with you about it in more detail.

Fondest regards,

Astarion

Like...sex?

[He doesn't get it? He can have safe and consensual sex anytime he wants?]

[ Jesus Christ, whoever that is, Quentin. He dumbed this up for you so much. ]

Something that involves my teeth and diet, and that of others that share many of the same characteristic as me.

[ COME ON Q YOU GOT THIS HE BELIEVES IN YOU (not really) ]

[OHHHHHHH okay yes the single brain cell is lighting up now]

Oh. Right. Okay.

So you're saying there's a specific place for that now.

Well. We can continue to do whatever you like behind any closed doors, darling. But if you'd like to meet any others of my kind, that would be a fine place.

So you're suggesting I, like. Put myself on the menu.

[He's definitely not not interested.]

You talked to Miss Nelli about this, you said?

Something like that, yes.

I didn't mention you by name, darling. Only that I knew someone who might have an interest. It's her establishment, her rules, all of that, so she would be the one you'd need to speak to in depth.

Oh, okay.

I'll look her up. Maybe. [yes maybe you'll act like the huge fang slut you are good save]

[ Yes hang on to that tiny shred of dignity Quentin. ]

Then maybe I'll see you there sometime, darling.

See you there. Maybe.

[On Christmas morning, Quentin'll find a relatively neatly wrapped gift outside his door. Inside he'll find a framed pencil sketch of himself. It's almost a candid shot; Rowan's drawn him up on the observatory, from the day they first met.

There's also a note:

Dear Quentin,
Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year! I'm glad I got the chance to meet you this year, and I'm looking forward to spending more time with you next year!

Love,
Rowan.]

[A large box arrived for Quentin containing a pirate's coat, a sack of gold, and a short note.]

Happy Yule! - Beauregard

[On the morning of New Year's Day, a basket containing six fresh sugared raised yeast donuts was delivered to Quentin's door with a tag tied to the basket.]

Many blessings to you this new year.

Max leaves a tin of assorted cookies outside his door, accompanied by a card. Inside is a voucher for anything off the menu of Max's new cafe (once it opens) for free. There's also a lovely leather embossed bookmark with the letter Q stamped into it surrounded by tasteful Filigree.

There's a note written inside the card in Max's neat handwriting:

Happy Yule! Your friendship means a lot to me. Any time you want to hang out, just call me up.

-Max

Q, I need you to hire a bartender to replace Rowan. Make sure prospective employees understand the eyepatch dress code for bartenders. Just run it by me before officially offering it. Do not hire Jester. -BL

Sure, can do. Where's Rowan going?

They took a job at whatever salon thing Jackie is opening and can't work both. Their last day is next Friday. You and I will have to cover the bar until we get the new person settled in.

Oh, okay, as long as there's nothing wrong. Eliot's working at the Ruby Slipper but I'm sure he can pinch-hit, also, if you and I can't cover it alone. He's good at it, just a little...flashy.

I don't mind flashy as long as he doesn't overpour or drink too much while on the clock.

I'll make sure he knows. I've got it handled.

I know you do. Thanks, Q.

So, Lioriley put her notice in, and since I'm going to collectively lose my shit over our staffing problems real soon, I've decided to take the ship out of dock early. So next week, the Revelry will be closed and out on maneuvers with the fae crew I have on retainer for the whole week.

I'm bringing Glinda along this time [them not being in the middle of a fight this year helped], and if you and Eliot would like to also spend a week on the ship, you are welcome to join us. If you do, I'll only use you a little bit to help with any repairs I might find. Otherwise, it'll be pirate ship vacation for you two. Just let me know.

Oh, wow. Uh, yeah, I asked him and we'd love to come. And I'd love to help with repairs, obviously. [He really would; this is literally his whole Thing, magically, which means it's the magic that feels the most natural and good to him.]

Awesome. I'll let Glinda know. I'm sure she and Eliot can enjoy tea or some shit while I dangle you over the side with some rope since I already know there's a bit of ice damage to the hull.

Not much to worry about but enough to fix.

Oh, god. No, he's going to be standing there fretting, but I'm sure he'd appreciate the invitation.

See that's why we have Glinda get him to have tea with her and then we get to the repairs.

Yeah, but it's our luck that they would decide to have a promenade up on deck and come across us and be, like, totally scandalized at our lack of safety.

And it'll be fucking hilarious.

[Slid under Quentin's door is a plain envelope, addressed to him.

Inside is a rather fancy invitation - exceptional cardstock, black with gold designs. His name is handwritten on it, and the sender also signed it.

It also smells faintly of roses.

Along with the invitation, is a small note. I'd like to get to know you more, if you're going to offer your services. -N]

[Oh. Well. Uh.]

[Writing back...seems...polite? Like he should RSVP, right? Yes okay it says 'of your choosing' so he needs to...make his choice.]

[A note is returned:]

Is Thursday at 8 okay?

[A note is delivered back.]

I'll see you Thursday. -N

Hello, darling.

So you're aware, I no longer reside in the castle. Lioriley and I have acquired a quaint little cabin in the Green Glades. You're welcome to come by, of course. Well, with a bit of warning, but we've a guest room to entertain in, if you find yourself in need of entertaining.

-Astarion

[Oh good, text, where he can mask the emotional breakdown he's having as completely as possible.]

Okay, good to know.

I'm alone in my room now so you know you can just come around whenever.

I saw what you wrote about. About Teddy.

Oh.

Yeah. That was a bad night.

I'm sorry. I wish I could have been here.

You're here now.

Do you want me to come see you? We can talk about it. Or get really drunk, either or.

[This takes a minute to come back. Quentin has to think about it.]

I don't know if I can talk about it face to face without crying. I'm trying not to drink or take mellowlark so much.

talk about it via texts?

Yeah. Sounds okay.

I don't really remember...that much of the mosaic? Like I remember broad strokes and a few specific memories but it feels like I remember a lot less than I should remember for something I lived. Like there's still a disconnect. You know?

like a dream?

I don't know, not exactly. Sort of. More like...almost like there really is an extra hundred years between me and those memories.

It feels like it happened a long, long time ago. That's why I said we've all died-- the timeloops. You know, what with Penny 23 becoming the new Penny.

Those memories have to go somewhere, don't they?

I guess I was freaking out too hard to know what that actually meant when you said it. I don't know, I mean, apparently those timelines kept going without us so I don't know if those memories do have to go somewhere. They just stay with the other version of us.

It does make me wonder if maybe the things we remember are the things the other versions forgot.

There was a horrible mess with some whales and shit, and yeah, I think we bleed our memories a little.

Whales?

Something something old gods, Quentin! I don't know!

I'll just assume I missed more weird stuff.

Do you remember a lot of Teddy? Or Ari, for that matter?

I mostly remember him when he was a toddler.

Same. He jumps from toddler to ten or so, and then from ten to basically an adult. I do remember him leaving home.

I remember the same things.

I think I remember leaving the mosaic to live with him, after it was solved, but it's fuzzy?

A lot of it is fuzzy, but also warm.

[oh no soft]

Yeah. It was a good life.

I have this little book of pictures he drew? I remember him coloring or drawing with the chalk a lot, so I figured it would be a good connection to him. It looks like he kept it up into his teens.

In fairness, I have no way to prove this is real and no real reason to believe it is, except that I asked for it and was given it, so you don't have to, like, believe it or whatever.

Of course I believe it, Q.

Can I see the book?

Yeah, of course. Anytime. Hang on.

[A picture comes through, of a page in a scrapbook. You know how every six-year-old draws the same exact house? This one's clearly done with chalk.]

He was such a sweet boy.

He was. I wish I could remember more about him older.

Maybe it's because we were old and something something time.

I wouldn't call us old when he was a teenager or something but yeah, maybe.

I remember him leaving home and we were dilfs.

and did we ever

Quick question. Is it weird for you if I refer to the other yous that have been here? Or does it not bother you if I'm like, the previous Eliot said this.

It's me one way or another, isn't it? It's not weird. Kind of funny.

Okay, good to know. So the previous you didn't remember the threesome we had for my fiftieth birthday.

How could I forget?

With that youngish guy from the village, like 30 or whatever? Dark hair?

He was beautiful.

Not as beautiful as you.

[smoothness: achieved]

Not as beautiful as you.

Do you think we just kept getting distracted with each other and totally left him out half the time?

I can totally see that happening.

There's also...do you remember what happened to Ari? I remember her being gone and me being upset but not why?

I think she uh, passed away, Quentin.

Yeah, that's what I think too. Maybe related to pregnancy or birth with another baby?

Probably something like that, sadly.

Yeah. I don't know for sure, it's just a hunch. I'm sorry Teddy didn't get to know his mom, but. Not to sound sappy but he had you, so. Just as good.

If you really think so. I would like to think it's not a high bar to pass to be better than my own dad.

You were a good dad. ~~You~~

You were a wonderful dad, Quentin.

I was hoping I'd get to do it again.

There's still a chance.

Not here. There's no kids here.

Maybe we can make a wish to go somewhere else when they're done with us.

I've...actually never thought about that.

I guess, I still had some hope I might not die until recently. So I had no reason to think about it.

It couldn't hurt to ask.

I'm sorry, what did you say about the hope?

What part? I didn't know I died until you told me, Eliot. I told you that.

Oh Jesus I'm sorry, I forgot already. It's been awhile since you died, I kind of trained myself to forget about it. It's really rather selfish of me.

[Quentin doesn't really know what to do with that. He can't say it's okay, really, not without making himself a liar.]

Well, like you said. We might be able to wish the fairies to send us somewhere else.

We'll have to give them a good show.

I'm sure we can manage that.

Hey Quentin, I hope you're doing okay today. I made you a cake. It's chocolate. Can I bring it to you?

Oh, hey. [He'll actually muster a smile, small but real.] It is that time, huh? Yeah, of course, I'm...where I always am, my room.

[It's good to see that smile.]

It sure is. Okay, I'll be over in a few. Don't worry, I'll bring plates and utensils too.

[About ten minutes later, he'll show up at Quentin's door with a sprinkle covered chocolate cake in hand.]

Who wants cake?

Darling, when is a good time for me to come over?

Umm well evenings I'm pretty busy at the Revelry until I find a co-manager, but probably anytime between 1 and 4 or so? Why?

[dumbass literally does not remember what this is for]

[You sweet, summer child.] You signed my sheet?

OH

[oh.]

Right.

Actually if you want we could do that at the Revelry? God knows Beau fucked enough women in that office

[You included, he assumes.]

Well, you're not wrong.

Is the same times acceptable? Or would you like people to hear you?

Come in the evening sometime. Surprise me if you want. [He's in that mood.] I know magic to stop sound from traveling.

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morning sex is best?

luv 4 this 2 be the second comment everyone's gonna see on this inbox

good.

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