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