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"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.

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

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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.

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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.

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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."

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"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."

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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?"

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"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."

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"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.

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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.

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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?"

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"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.

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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.

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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.

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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?"

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

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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."

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

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"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."

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

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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.

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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."

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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."

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"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."

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