"I'm fine," he said, mostly annoyed that Eliot was wasting time talking when he could be fucking Quentin with the plug, he hadn't even pulled it out, made him stretch around the bulb again. "Come on, fuck me," he urged.
"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.
The feeling of stretching around the wide part made Quentin gasp and shake, and he whimpered as it popped back in. "Please fuck me Daddy," he moaned, too turned on by how good it felt to remember why he'd been annoyed.
Quentin muffled a cry in the pillow, turning down into it as the shape and Eliot's control of it made him feel so good. His legs were twitching a little, hips pushing up. His hands came off the headboard for his arms to wrap around the pillow, shoving it down under his neck and chest so he could hold on.
"Good boy," Eliot praised. He continued to fuck quentin like this. his main goal now was to fuck him in a way that made him feel good, move into the rhythms of that pleasure.
Quentin took it for awhile, feeling good and clutching his pillow, but pretty soon it started to overwhelm him. "Stop, stop," he gasped, even as his hips twitched against it.
"Stop for real stop?" Eliot asked. the signals were mixed enough to require clarification, although he did stop moving it. "Do you need me to pull it out or do you just need a minute?"
"Need a minute," Quentin gasped, panting against the bed. "Just leave it in." He'd told Eliot before about how he couldn't fuck himself with it for very long. It was much easier to just take it, but apparently he still had a limit on it before the feeling got overwhelming and turned kind of weird.
"Okay." Eliot kissed his forehead, smoothed back his hair. "Take all the time you need, pretty boy. I'm not going anywhere." he ran his hands over Quentin's back lovingly.
"Come kiss me," Quentin said, shifting to facilitate it. It made the plug move inside him, filling him up, but he just made a little sound of pleasure as he pulled Eliot down to him.
Quentin shifted onto his side and hitched one leg up over Eliot's hip, which made him break the kiss with a desperate sound, but brought his hard, needy cock pressed up against Eliot's stomach. "Fuck," he breathed, and dove back in, his whole body alight with pleasure as he kissed Eliot fervently.
Quentin muffled a needy sound against Eliot's mouth, hips arching to rub against him. Moving at all was kind of a lot, but some good friction on his dick was worth it.
Quentin made a whiny noise and tried to kiss him again. While Eliot was just having an enjoyable time, not apparently getting worked up by it, he'd been letting Quentin rut himself stupid. He wanted to come so badly, rubbing on Eliot like he was going to die, leaving a trail of his need across Eliot's skin.
"Oh, baby." He smoothed Quentin's hair, gently rolling him onto his back. While his cock was hard, he definitely had a little more composure left. Gently, teasingly, he began kissing his way over Quentin's body before finally taking the head of his cock in his mouth.
Quentin shivered and shook as Eliot teased him with gentle kisses, crying out and hips bucking when Eliot got his mouth on it. "Please, please daddy," he moaned, a hand fisting tight in Eliot's hair.
Eliot could not have been more pleased with this outcome. he teased the head, still just with the intention of tormenting him and making him crazy, but if he came that would be fun too.
Quentin was arching and writhing under him, crying out, near tears from how bad he needed it. Mindless, he pushed, trying to force Eliot's head down on him, make him do something.
God, Eliot was loving this. he teased a little longer, humming around him, and then finally took the length of him into his mouth, looking up at him through his eyelashes.
It didn't take very long, Quentin came with a gutteral noise, hips pushing up toward Eliot's face, hole clenching hard around the plug and driving him higher. He shook out the aftershocks, only settling back to the bed once he was spent.
Eliot let him ride it out before gently withdrawing the plug and drawing him into his arms. his own cock was desperately hard now, as if now that Quentin's orgasm was done it knew it was his turn, but he had the important job of aftercare first, holding him close and murmuring words of praise.
Quentin let out a little grunt when the plug was removed, wincing a bit at the now-unpleasant tug, but it was fine, it would settle. He let himself be moved and just laid limp and panting in Eliot's arms for a minute. It didn't take too long before his limbs started working again, enough to bring a hand up to wrap around Eliot's cock.
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