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[proofofconcept]

"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?"

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"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."

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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.

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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."

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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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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.

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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."

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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.

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"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.

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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.

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"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.

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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."

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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.

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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..."

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

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

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.