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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."
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."
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."
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."
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