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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.
"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.
"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.
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.
[A little while later:]
We're good, she gave me three days off. I didn't really think she'd give me shit.
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
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
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.
Yeah, of course. You're my friend, dingus.
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